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It's one of those dam days.
Tim wakes up to being squished into the wall in a bear hug by a pair of wings (arms? whatever they are), feathers against his back...he craines his neck behind him to see blue and black...oh joy it's Dick. "Morning baby birdie!" Dick says more cheerful than someone at this hour should...whatever the time is, it's just too dam early. "Can I get up now Dick? please?" Tim wiggles to try and get some freedom from being squished to smithereens by an oversized bird. "Mmm...later maybe, I wanna cuddle for just a bit little bird" "Can I not be suffocated at least?" Dick quickly rolled away from the wall, taking Tim with "Sorry! forgot you breathe birdie" Tim could feel Dick preening through his hair affectionately. "What time is it?" He felt Dick pause for a moment to look over at the time. "about twelve-thirty pm" Dick went back to preening Tim's hair.
"Oh...can we go get lunch then? I'm starving" Tim wasn't really, but he was wanting to get up and continue working on the case he found last night. "Do I really have to though? I wanna cuddle for a bit more" Dick coils around him more to signify the fact. "Dick please?" "Fineeeeee but I'll smother you later" Dick moves out of the bed, taking Tim with before putting him down. "Thank you.." Tim headed out towards the kitchen for coffee before work. Dick following close behind him...bit odd since h'd usually go off to bother Bruce to get lunch but it's not his business now is it?
Tim walks into the kitchen and starts making coffee "Alfred put your lunch in the fridge" Dick commented from his spot leaning on the counter...ok Dick is definitely hovering over Tim. What happened now? Did he and Jason fight? no their on good terms currently. Bruce? hell Damian?...did the joker get out again? I swear to hell-"Tim? Tim? are you ok?" Dick had moved right behind Tim while Tim was beginning to spiral. "Oh-yeah, fine Dick" Tim was suddenly sat on the counter, getting a hair ruffle as Dick went to the fridge...What day is it?
"Hey Dick?" Tim leaned off the counter slightly. "Yes little birdie?" Dick walked back with Tim's food Alfred had put away when he didn't show up. "What the date?" "October second" He put what looked like pasta in the microwave...Oh shit, he's in birdbrain mode, aka, pre-heat. Tim moved to get off the counter but Dick simply picked him up and moved him to the table like he was a ragdoll. "This better babybird?" "Can I at least have my coffee?" "Oh, right" Dick placed the pasta in-front of Tim and then grabbed his coffee..."Mm...straight black coffee?" Oh fuck.."Dick I swear-" but Dick already dumped it. "I should at least have milk or something in it, straight black is horrible" he chirps before starting to make Tim what he views as "better" coffee.
Jason, having the timing of Hermes, strolls in and stops at the sight in-front of him, and the scent coming off Dick. "Uh..." he looks at Tim's defeated and moody expression before looking at Dick. "Dickie, what in the hells are you doing?" "Making babybird coffee?" Dick glanced at him while making it. "Uh huh...why?" "Because babybird needs at least calcium in his drink if he wants to get bigger. I mean look at him!" Dick showed Jason, a very offended, Tim's arm "It's fine Dick" Tim pulls his arm away and starts eating the pasta he was given. "Huh..." Jason looks over the scene one last time. "I'm...gonna go talk to B and hell spawn..." before leaving the room...Has everyone forgotten the date? He watches Dick place a milky brown coffee in-front of him and preen his hair a bit. "Good?" "Yep" Tim sighed, he'd never say it but it was nice when Dick made coffee for him.
Bruce walked into the room. "Dick, how are you feeling?" he walked to where Dick was next to Tim. "Fine, why?" Dick's face turned to Bruce, his feathery tail shifted slightly. "Because of the date?"...Dick's eyes popped wide in realization. "Oh! that's today!" Tim quickly started finishing his food, because he knew what was coming. Then Tim spotted a tired, clearly just woken up, Damian in the doorway...Bingo. "Hey Dick?" "Yeah babybird?" "Dami looks pretty tired over there" Damian looked up at his name...and saw the wide eyed Dick and smirking Tim before stepping back. "Grayson-" but Dick had already moved and picked him up. "Oh Tim you're right he's so tired" Dick's eyes are slightly more blown now. "Drake you dare!-" Damian starts, only to be smothered as Dick starts smothering him. Bruce sighs and starts preparing snacks for him, since Alfred is off on break for now.
"Timothy Drake when I get out of Richard's grasp I will put you beyond even Lazarus pit can not repair." Now, that might've been threatening, but with Dick smothering the soul out of Damian, and TIm used to his threats...all it got was a chuckle. "Sure Damian, sure" Tim said as Damian was carried away muttering threats. "Be to the nest as soon as you finish breakfast Tim. You know better than-" "To leave Dick waiting, I know B" Tim quickly scuffled down the rest of his meal before chugging the coffee before heading up the same direction as the rest of his family...
Tim woke up at around 4...he's slept for about three hours and still has a case to get too...but...Dick's a stupid good cuddler...dam this guy for bear hugging him. because being surrounded by family in the big nest, wrapped in a cozy blanket, it's lulling...Tim snuggles into Dick...he'll never say it, never in a million years will he ever admit it to anyone...but he always enjoys these days. He spots Damian on the other side of Dick...snoozing away...looking around everyone is here, which makes Tim feel all that much safer...Jason is reading a book, a few are playing board games, Bruce is just sitting at the entrance, looking more content then he usually is...Tim curls into Dick's side more.
Just one of those days...