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dick

like when’s he’s sleepy, dick is very clingy. he’ll whine about how he’s dying and refuses to be alone even for a second (even if he’s just got a cold). he’ll generally wrap himself around you like a koala and refuse to move, saying he needs physical contact. dick is generally just a clingy guy so he’ll be extra pathetic when he’s ill. he bundles himself up on the couch or the bed and just rots until he's better. dick will give you the biggest puppy dog eyes ever and you fold immediately and just do whatever he wants to help him feel better (he does the same for you) dick also tells you about what his mom did for him when he was sick and helps you recreate whatever foods she used to make. it’s great for bonding and lets dick reminisce his parents

jason

jason will try and hide his illness initially saying he's totally fine to go on patrol and then he sneezes six times in a row and accidentally bashes his head on the cupboard door. you have to shove him into bed and threaten him (with not giving him any kisses) to get him to stay in bed. much like dick he gets clingy but he’s not much of a complainer considering he spent a lot of his time as a kid on the streets. but he will whine occasionally if you leave him for too long along even if it’s just to get him soup. jason refuses to eat any food that isn't handmade when he’s sick, he just seems like the typa guy to want to only eat food you've made for him. he claims it helps him get better faster (you think it’s adorable) jason doesn’t stay sick for very long (perks of the lazarus pit) but he makes the most of having you attending to his every whim while he can (he makes you sit and read to him or tell you about the gossip from work) the longer you’ve known him though, the more comfortable he gets so he starts to whine a lot more the longer you’ve known him (because he knows there's less chance you'll leave him)

tim

tim gets sick very easily (missing spleen) but he also refuses to let it stop him from working. he'll be in bed with a fever and the flu but he’ll have several laptops open around him and papers everywhere while he tries to finish a case. you have to resort to getting babs to restrict his access till he's better. and if he hacks his way around the blocks you take all his devices. tim is low-key pathetic when he's ill though because he’ll just be all over you and wanting constant reassurances so you have to smother him with kisses until he’s satisfied and if he even senses you move a little while he's asleep and resting, he’ll be wide awake just to drag you back for ‘healing cuddles’ (i love pathetic tim drake) tim will also refuses to eat when he’s sick because he throws up really easily so you have to essentially force feed him so he doesn’t just keel over and die. you consult alfred on the best foods for tim to eat and the man sends over a food package which is great for you because tim refuses to let you leave his eyesight. he follows you like a little duck around your apartment. he also gets super paranoid when he’s sick so he just sits like a gremlin all night refusing to sleep until you eventually slip him some special grade sleeping pills disguised as medicine. tim is also very susceptible to hallucinating when he's ill. for zero reason. he’ll just cling to you and mumble into your collarbone about the man in the corner and how’s he's watching. he only falls asleep when you pat his hair and whisper reassurances to him. he never remembers his ramblings about the man in the corner afterwards. it either feels you out or is the most hilarious shit ever to you. it’s a wobbly fence. you flip flop between them, depending on how distressed tim seems. 

damian

he doesn’t get sick very often but when he does he just shuts himself away with his pets and will only let you in if you promise not to nag him about resting. he acts as if it’s a normal thing and just goes about his day. unless he gets really and truly sick and then he is the clingiest motherfucker around. damian will want you near him at all times and you will be the only person allowed near him which makes it a struggle when he needs to have medicine or to eat. but when he’s back to normal it like a fever dream and he doesn’t not remember being clingy at all. it’s a frustrating experience because he's always a little softer when he’s sick, more open about his life and he likes to tell you little anecdotes and stories about his mother in the LOA (he never really got sick in the league) first time he caught a cold he was freaked out and thought he was dying. tim still brings it up to this day to piss him off (you think it’s the funniest thing ever)

steph

steph gets uncharacteristically quiet when she’s sick. that's your sign she's sick. she’ll be really quiet and just bundle herself up in blankets and crave comfort so she likes it when you sit with her and just be there rather than try and fix her illness. she loves it when you give her head scratches or head massages, they're her favourite thing ever. steph love sit when you just treat her like normal and tell her about your day or whatever patrol disaster happen if you’re a vigilante as well. or you get your information from babs, cass or one of the boys. she loves it when you make her simple foods because it’s simply easier for her to eat. steph loves to watch shitty daytime television (as if she doesn’t normally) and judge everyone. she says it makes her feel less shitty (you just go along with it because it makes her happy to judge the idiots on reality tv) occasionally she invites tim over and they bitch about stuff together, you think it’s the funniest thing ever because tim usually also gets steph's illness so they both end up having to be tucked up together and they both whinge about it to you. you just tell them it’s their own fault (neither of them stop it)

wally

wally runs through illnesses very fast due to his metabolism so he’s only ever sick for like a day max. but he makes it his entire personality for that 24 hour period. hes such a baby about being ill even if it’s just a common cold. he'll be a baby about it and bling to your company and whine all day of you leave him for a millisecond. he requests something every other second and has you on your feet all day (don’t worry he makes it up to you in bed the next day which is your only saving grace, except not really) he’ll be pouty and grumpy the entire time if you have work even though you tell him that he won’t be sick long so stop being a little bitch about it  don't worry too much. he will text and call you every five seconds, so much so that you've resorted to turning off your notifications at work or wherever you are. everyone least knows when wally's sick because your phone is always blowing up. sometimes you have to call dick in just to keep wally occupied. he's never one to be idle so when an illness does incapacitate him hes so dramatic about it. wally will act like he's dying when he has a sore throat and stuffy nose. 

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Dick was having a shit day. Well... His life was honestly pretty shit in general, today just took the cake. All he wanted to do was go back to his apartment, watch shitty tv and then cry himself to sleep thinking about his failures, as one does on the anniversary of their brother’s murder/death. But no, the universe had it out for him and wanted him to just throw himself off a multiple story building. What other explanation could there be for him to fucking hallucinate his dead brother again after four fucking years.

And he thought he was doing better. Damn it. He’d have to ask his therapist to up his prescription. The fact that he was going to a therapist in general was an achievement in itself. He was just so sick of the constant gnawing ache of seeing the brother he failed every single damn night. Jason would swing between incessant rage at Dick’s failure and the general happiness the kid had portrayed before it all went to shit.

Sometimes Dick listened to the voicemails Jay had left before he ran away and he wanted to be sick. He should have been there. He should have been a better brother. They weren’t close, but Dick should have done better. He shouldn’t have been so selfish, so wrapped up in jealousy that his dad had adopted a new kid, replacing him. His brother had died in his colours, his family legacy. There would always be a part of him that was drowning in the guilt of giving Jason it.

He could handle the kid’s rage, it was deserved. Dick had failed him. The softer moods always took him by surprise though. The kid was happy and followed Dick around like a lost duckling. It would have been endearing if Dick wasn’t so damn guilty. He was trying to be better for Tim, but it was so damn hard to see the same joy Robin brought on another black-haired, blue-eyed boy.

It always got bad again around this time of the year, just not to the point where he was seeing Jay again. More so like he would see flashes of colour out of the corner of his eyes, whether he was out on patrol, or with the kids in the gym. Flashes of green and yellow haunted him, making him sloppy. Like now.

He was supposed to be focusing on focusing on this mugger when he spotted the figure watching him from the end of the alley. Tall and broad, he was unmasked and dressed in leather, but his face… Oh god, his face. It was Jason. Dick faltered, his focus dipping. That was Jason, from the stance to the face, it was what his baby brother would have looked like if he had gotten to grow up. It was what Jason would have looked like if he were alive today.

Dick felt a sob rise in his throat. He just wanted a peaceful night. His focus had fully shifted to the spectre watching him, he didn’t even notice the mugger pulling out a gun. A look of alarm crossed Jason’s face and the next thing Dick knew was flaring pain in his ribs.

He blinked and he was flat on his back, staring up at the starless night sky, a worried looking Jason staring down at him. He huffed out a mirthless laugh, “Hi Jay… You’ve gotten so big… I wish…” He trailed off, “What’s it tonight? Yelling at me for my failures? Maybe for getting shot?”

The look of alarm had shifted into concern, “What the fuck Dickhead? How much blood have you lost? Are you seriously not concerned that I’m here?!”

Dick glanced down at his torso, where blood was steadily leaking through his fingers, “Not enough to be seeing you again but hey. Today is not my day. And I’ve missed you. You always visit me these days.” He reached up to cradle Jason’s face but let his hand fall at the last second. He didn’t want Jason to leave him. Not again.

He groaned, deep in his chest as he hauled himself off the ground, hobbling a little as he tried to get out of the alley. Jason was watching him with an unreadable expression. “Go home Dick.”

Dick looked back at Jason, a sad smile on his face, “You know where I live. Come visit sometime soon. I miss you.”

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Dick made his way home in a haze of pain, holding back his sobs at seeing his baby brother again. The universe really hated him to be giving him an insight into what Jason would have looked like if he grew up. He crashed into his bedroom, blood dripping over his carpet. Shit. He’d have to clean that.

He moved around in the dark, reaching for the bathroom light. He winced. The wound looked worse under his shitty bathroom lighting. He scrambled for his first aid kit and patched himself up, his mind wandering back to Jason, as it always did these days.

Eventually he dragged himself off the floor and stripped off his ruined, blood-soaked suit. He’d have to ask Alfred to fix it for him, he did want to see Tim again. His hands were too shaky these days to fix his suits.

Now, all he wanted was to eat a bowl of cereal and pass out for three hours before he had to get up to teach his class. He dumped the suit in the overflowing laundry basket and headed out to his kitchen.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked at Jason who was sitting on the counter, “Oh. You’re back to normal.” Hallucijason grinned crookedly at him, “Miss me, Dickie?” Dick shrugged, pulling two clean bowls off his dish rack and grabbing two boxes of cereal, “Cheerios?” Hallucijason nodded happily, his curls bouncing. Dick poured one bowl of Cheerios and another bowl of his preferred cereal, grabbing the milk and a spoon.

He plonked himself on the counter next to Hallucijason, in only his boxers and the bandages wrapped round his torso. He was so tired. Mechanically, he spooned cereal into his mouth until the bowl was empty, Hallucijason watching him silently. He went to dump the other bowl of cereal out, turning around to be met with Jason. Huh?

He rubbed his eyes, his gaze flickering back to the counter and then to the guy in front of him, “Oh fuck. There’s two of you.” He sighed, holding out the bowl of cereal, “Cheerios?” Older Hallucijason blinked at him, concern flashing across his face, but he moved over to the bowl where Dick had placed it on the counter, “Are you…doing okay Dick?” He shrugged, turning on the tap to wash up his bowl, “I’m never doing well when you turn up.” Older Hallucijason shrank in on himself, poking at the soggy cereal.

Dick turned back to him, leaning against his counter and typing something on his phone. He made a note to remind his therapist to up his medicine, not that older Hallucijason knew that. Older Hallucijason, however, was on instant guard, “What are you doing?” Dick tilted his head, “Nothing. Just making note of something.” They stood in awkward silence for a few minutes before older Hallucijason broke it.

“So... Are you really okay with me being here? Like at all? No yelling, no telling me to leave?” Dick smiled sadly, “Why would I want you to leave me Little Wing. I told you, I’ve missed you.” Older Hallucijason arched an eyebrow, “You said there were two of me…?” Dick cocked his head, “You can’t see him?” He pointed to the counter where Hallucijason sat, swinging his legs and being a general menace. Like telling Dick he was a failure and how it was his fault he hadn’t been able to grow up to look like older Hallucijason.

Older Hallucijason shook his head, and Dick made a small noise of acknowledgement. “Well. I’m going to bed. You’re welcome to stick around.” Older Hallucijason just blinked at Dick, as the older man hobbled back to his bedroom, closing the door.

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When Dick awoke the next morning, older Hallucijason was on his couch, stripped down to his shirt and pants, leather jacket tossed over Dick’s armchair. Dick blinked at him, and then went into his kitchen, pulling out two bowls. He opened his fridge, older Hallucijason watching him carefully as he poured out a bowl of Cheerios and slid it over to him. “You stayed the night then?” Dick glanced up at older Hallucijason who nodded, “I know you said I could, but was I supposed to?” Dick shrugged, “Stay as long as you like. I get lonely when you’re not here.” Jason cocked his head, “What, no time spent playing big brother to the replacement? Big Bats finally sick of you?”

Dick’s shoulder hunched over and he gripped the counter, his face crumpling slightly, “Shit. Jason. Bruce more or less kicked me out. You know this. I told you when it happened. And I’m not much of a brother to Tim. He’s a little too much like you. Even if he is basically a mini-Bruce. I can’t- I just don’t want him to end up like you, so I stick around as much as I can stand. If he wants me too. I think he’s lonely too. His parents aren’t around much, and B is too stuck up his own ass with his grief. Like he’s the only one who lost you.” Dick scoffed, running a hand through his hair. Jason looked surprised, blinking at Dick owlishly. “His grief?”

Dick tossed his half empty bowl into the sink, “He misses you Jay. More than he lets on. It got bad before Tim stepped in. I miss you Little Wing.” Jason startled slightly, “I’m right here Dickiebird.” Dick’s expression crumpled, “Not for long. You always leave me. Please Jay. Don’t leave me again. I can't do this again. I’ll be a better brother. I’ll stick around.” He choked on a small sob, sagging against the counter, Jason on his feet in an instant. “I failed you. It’s my fault you’re gone. I should have picked up your calls. If I weren’t so selfish and jealous and-“ Jason grabbed him by the shoulders and opened his mouth to speak, only to freeze at Dick’s wide-eyed expression, “Dick?”

Dick grabbed Jason’s face, “You’re real? You’re actually here?” He laughed breathlessly, “What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.” Jason arched an eyebrow, “Dick. I’ve been here the whole time. Did you- oh.” Jason seemed to be thinking back on last night's interaction, “Holy shit. You thought I was a hallucination. Oh fuck. Are you good? Like genuinely? ‘Cause what even- “

Jason was cut off by Dick throwing himself into his arms, and sobbing into Jason’s shoulder, “Oh my- Fuck I’ve missed you Jason. How are you back? I don’t even care actually. I’m so glad you’re back. Please don’t go again. Please don’t let me be dreaming.” Jason was flat on his back at this point, Dick openly sobbing above him, “No Big Bird. It’s real. I’m here.” His breath hitched and he buried his face in Dick’s neck, clutching his brother’s t-shirt. “I’m here.”

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The two of them lay on the kitchen floor until their sobs petered off and they moved to sit on the (more comfortable) couch. Dick had his legs thrown up on the couch, Jason practically on top of him, careful of his bullet wound. (Dick had called off work, citing family emergency).

He ran a gentle hand through Jason’s hair, “So… let me get this straight- “Jason mumbled into the cloth of his t-shirt, “Nothing about you is straight, ask your boyfriend, but go ahead.” Dick yanked his hair gently, making him mewl slightly in pain, “As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted. You’re telling me that: you crawled out your grave, were catatonic for like six months, Talia found you and dunked you in the Lazarus Pit after you were with the League for a bit and then released you into the world.” Dick was ticking stuff off with his fingers as he went along.

Jason looked up at him, “Pretty much, yeah. Talia sent me to some teachers though. I learnt some pretty hardcore shit. She tried to tell me how you all didn’t care, which honestly was believable…” Dick made a wounded nose by let Jason continue, cuddling him closer. ”I came back home to get revenge but like…you’re such a mess I kinda forgot to do that… and what you said about Dad- Bruce, I mean, and Tim… That kinda messed up my plans.” He groaned into Dick’s chest, “Damn you Dickhead.”

Dick laughed, his chest rumbling under Jason’s head, “God, I missed you Little Wing. So bad.” He buried his face into Jason’s hair, inhaling deeply, “You smell like shit though.” Jason poked him in the ribs, “You look like shit.” The boys grappled for a bit, both careful of Dick’s (multiple) wounds—he had to be convinced by Jason to be patched up properly—until Dick accidentally got an elbow in his ribs.

Jason rolls off his older brother, already hovering nervously while Dick curls up and groans on the couch, tears springing in his eyes from the shock. Jason’s eyes widen as he sees the tears, his brain already working overtime on how to fix this. Dick blinks the tears away, seeing Jason panicking and reaching out to ground the younger boy—he was still a boy, only nineteen to Dick’s twenty whatever.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m okay Jay. Breathe. You didn’t hurt me that bad.” Jason looked ten years younger, looking up at Dick like he couldn’t breathe, “Don’t send me away. Please.” Dick looked taken aback, gathering his baby brother into a hug, “Never. I just got you back. I’m never letting you go again.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of Jason’s head, feeling the boy relax in his arms.

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They spend the next few days catching up on everything Jason’s missed over the past five years. Dick was trying to get him to tell Bruce that he was alive, but Jason was reluctant, rightly so. “Little Wing, c’mon. He’s your dad, he was devastated when you died, he’ll be overjoyed that you came back. So much so, he won't even question your return!”

Jason pouted from the counter he was sprawled across, “Oh yeah? And what? You're gonna tell him you were hallucinating again?” Dick fell silent, looking away, “Touche.”

Jason snorted, his head propped up in his hands, “Does anyone know you hallucinated me?” Dick pouted and sagged against the counter, opposite his brother, “Wally knows! And Leslie. Just not…uh B.” Jason poked him, “Of course your boyfriend knows but not your dad. Now that’d be preposterous, right?” Dick scoffed, “No need to be a smartass…I’ll tell B, I’m sure he already knows though. He’s footing my therapy bills.” Jason sighed, “You should know how oblivious that man is by now.”

Dick hummed in acknowledgement, brushing Jason’s hair off his forehead, “I still think you should tell him.” Jason leaned into his touch like a cat, “Fine you asshole. I’ll tell him. But only to get you off my ass about it. And you have to tell him about your issues.” Dick’s hand froze, Jason staring at him firmly, “You play a hard game, Little Wing. But you win. Fine. I’ll tell B about my therapy, you tell him you’re alive. Then we can get therapy together, once y’know, B help us get you back to legally being alive…”

Jason huffed, more fond than exasperated, “That doesn’t sound entirely terrible… Just promise you won’t let me go alone. I don’t know how Dad will react…” Dick’s expression softened, “Of course Jay! What did I tell you? I’m never leaving you again.”

Jason leaned into his octopus hug and buried a face in Dick’s shoulder, “As long as you don’t regale me with adventures with the speedster on the drive to Gotham.”

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Tim was quite frankly, exhausted. He was 18 years old, had just lost the love of his life, his dad, and Bruce had gone missing for a hot second and now he had a baby to take care of. While, yes, technically it was his baby, well his and Kon’s, he really didn’t have the mental/emotional stability to be looking after a baby. Especially one that looked like Conner. He would probably break down every time he saw it.

He cracked open another Monster can and rested his head on his desk. He never meant to create a baby. He just wanted Kon back. Was that such a crime? Apparently so, since everyone just gave him pitying looks every time they saw him. Cassie and Bart in particular.

It had been three hours since the cloning process had gone wrong. Sure, he could blame it on a lack of sleep, grief, whatever the hell he wants, but nothing takes away from the fact that he willingly put his and Kon’s DNA into the test tube.

Tim had simply run out of Lex’s DNA to mix with Clark’s and all he wanted was to have Kon back. He didn’t mean to mess up so spectacularly. He glanced over at the tube where the baby- his baby was still frozen. According to the scanner, it was around 10 weeks. He rubbed his eyes. God, what was he going to do?

He was in the freaking Titans Tower basement with a baby in a containment. His fucking baby, mind you. Jesus. He tipped back in his chair, eyeing the containment tube again. He should get the baby out and work from there.

He grabbed a spare blanket off the back of a chair and wrapped the squirming child in it once he got it out. A sob lodged itself in his thought when his baby opened their eyes and all Tim could see was Kon. (Steph would be proud of his swaddle though, he knew taking those baby classes with her would pay off one day.)

Blue eyes met blue eyes and Tim melted as his son cooed up at him, a smile flickering across his face. He could do this. He was Timothy fucking Drake-Wayne. A baby wasn’t a challenge. He could provide for, and care for, and love this baby with the same love he carried for Kon. First things first though, he needed to get out of this basement without anyone seeing him.

He swayed on the spot, his son curled against his chest, he could feel his head swimming from the lack of sleep, and the warm weight of a baby in his arms was making him sleepy but he needed to get out of here. But where would he go? It’s not like he could very well go back to the Manor, Bruce would immediately call Clark and Tim didn’t have the emotional stability to be scolded by both of them, and he would make a big deal out of it. Granted, that would happen no matter what he did, seeing as Tim accidentally made a biological baby of his and Conner’s.

He sighed, rubbing his temple with his free hand. What to do? He looked down at the now sleeping baby. Right, he should probably find someone who knew how to care for babies and wouldn’t tell anyone.

Jason.

The guy was always around Lian, he had to have picked up something by this point. Tim nodded to himself, that was where he would go, then he would go to his own apartment. It was the one place that B didn’t know about, Tim had bought it as a place to go when he and B got into arguments. Now, he supposed, it would be his refuge as he raised the child singlehandedly.

Before he left, he spotted Kon’s jacket, draped over his desk chair and he grabbed it before he could have any second thoughts. He would not leave this one part of his boyfriend behind. He slid the jacket on, tucking his sleeping son into it. The jacket was large enough that it fit snugly with both of them in it.

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His head was foggy by the time he reached Jason’s apartment, and that was without accounting for the headache that was forming since his baby wouldn’t stop crying. Tim was on the verge of tears, his baby was wailing against his chest, it must have been a sight to see when Jason finally opened his door, disgruntled that his sleep was being disturbed. Tim stared at him for a few seconds before promptly bursting into tears.

Jason’s eyes widened with alarm, Tim had never cried around him, this was new. He ushered his younger brother into his apartment and sat him on the couch, rubbing his back and pointedly not asking about the sobbing child in Tim’s arms.

When Tim’s sobs had petered off into soft hiccups, Jason finally asked a question, “Tim… Why the fuck are you here at 3 fucking am with a baby?” Tim sniffled a couple times, rubbing his eyes and nose with the sleeve of Conner’s jacket, “I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one I know who wouldn’t tell me to go to Bruce” Jason sighed, ruffling Tim’s hair, “The kid’s yours then.”

Not a question, a statement, there was nothing Tim could do but nod and spill the whole sombre story.

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Jason leaned back against the couch, his hands running through his hair, “Damn…” Tim sighed, tucking his knees up as much as he could and rocking his still crying son in his arms. Though the cries had waned into small whimpers, Tim could feel his heart break with each tiny one, especially when he looked down and saw watery blue eyes, Conner’s eyes. “I just… need help. I can’t exactly do this myself. I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake. Jay.. just. Help me please. You must know something from being around Lian all the time.”

Jason rubbed his jaw and nodded, getting off the couch, “One sec.” He disappeared down the hall, into what Tim assumed was his bedroom and came out a couple seconds later, dragging a half-asleep, half-naked Roy.

Tim’s ears went red; he did not want to know why Roy was here. He looked down at his son again, stroking the kid’s wispy curls off his forehead. God he looked so much like Conner.

Jason dragged Roy over to the couch and pointed at Tim’s baby, “He needs help with that.” Roy blinked owlishly, his head bobbing incredulously between Jason and Tim and his son, and back again before Jason whacked his shoulder, “Seriously Roy. I don’t know what to do with a baby, Timbo sure as hell don’t.”

Tim pasted on a smile for Roy and nodded, “Help.” Roy exhaled through his nose, “So. Someone’s going to explain this to me when we’ve got you settled. First things first, what’s the little guy’s name?” Tim blanched and glanced over at Jason who had a similar expression. Tim hadn’t given his son a name.

He looked down at the baby in his arms and back up to Roy, who was waiting expectantly, “I- uh. Hadn’t gotten that far along. I was mostly still panicking. But I can do it now. Uhm.”

The three of them sat in silence while Tim tried to quiet his kid and think of a name on the fly. He finally nodded to himself and held up the whimpering boy to his brother and his brother’s boyfriend, “Meet Sebastian Thomas Drake-Wayne. Bruce’s is also Thomas so… And I’ve always liked the name Sebastian, I think Kon would have as well.” He smiled wistfully down at Sebastian, tears pricking his eyes. Jason rubbed his shoulder and looked expectantly up at Roy, “What now?” Roy held his arms out for Sebastian, who let out another all cry when his father transferred him over. Roy gently rocked the boy, his expression softening, “It’s been a while…” He looked back up at Tim, “Have you fed him yet?”

Tim grimaced and shook his head, his fingers curling into the leather of the jacket, “I came straight here.” Roy looked mildly disappointed before turning to Jason, “Go to the 24-hour shop round the corner and get some diapers, baby formula and if they have any, baby clothes, if not though we have Lian’s old ones in the storage room right?” Jason stood up and grabbed his wallet, “Sure, I’ll check later.” He looked over at Tim, “Don’t worry baby bird, we’ll get ya all sorted out. And bonus, B won’t know till you tell him. If you want to at all.”

Tim nodded absently, he seemed to be nodding a lot lately, and tucked his knees up on the couch, letting Roy take the lead with Sebastian for a second while Tim took in the fact that he made an actual baby. He, Timothy Drake-Wayne, had created a baby of his and Kon’s in attempts to bring back Kon. He was a disaster, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

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Jason came back from the shops quietly enough that it wouldn’t disturb his younger brother, who was currently dead asleep on his couch, Roy sitting next to him still cradling Sebastian. Jason huffed out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. It was kind of insane. That was his nephew. Damn. He didn’t think Tim, out of all his siblings, would be the one to end up a teen parent (he had chosen to pretend Steph’s didn’t count. He knew it still hurt her to talk about).

He set the bags down on his counter, gesturing for Roy to come to the kitchen so they could feed his nephew and not disturb the exhausted teenager on his couch. Roy ambled over, sleep still clouding his eyes, the curiosity of the whole situation fighting to be the most pressing concern of his boyfriend’s.

Jason rummaged in the bag for the baby formula and handed it to Roy who handed him the baby. Jason’s eyes widened in alarm, holding the child like it was a bomb, actually, he’d probably held bombs with less apprehension. Roy just raised an eyebrow at him like; that’s your nephew Jay. Deal with it.

Soon enough, Tim had woken up to feed his son for the first time, and they were both settled in the spare bedroom of Jason’s apartment. Roy had taught Tim how to change a diaper, so baby Seb was comfortable in a clean diaper and an old romper of Lian’s that Jason had found in one of Roy’s drawers. He wasn’t entirely sure why it was there though.

The younger boy slept for a solid three hours before Seb woke him up, crying for something. By this time, Jason and Roy had gone back to sleep, their door cracked open just a little so, should he need them, Tim could get them.

Tim was slightly frazzled, his hair was a mess, his son was whimpering in his arms, and the damn kettle wasn’t boiling fast enough. He just wanted a bottle for Seb and then to sleep again before he had to deal with the reality of the situation.

He thumbed at his phone, scrolling through his message while he swayed around the kitchen in an attempt to sooth Seb. He had many unread messages from Cassie and Bart, so he sent off a quick text, letting them know he was alright and that he was just taking a break after everything. They both responded instantly with reassurances and promises to get him anything he needed.

He laughed quietly; he loved his friends. They were always there when he needed them. He was going to tell them about his son. Eventually. He scrolled down in his messages, hovering over Dick’s contact. He wanted to tell his family, and his older brother was a good place to start but he just didn’t know how the man would react.

Well. He’d probably be overly concerned and would take it in stride, but Tim really didn’t know if he had any tears left in him. So, he just sent him a message asking him to come by Jason’s apartment with reassurances that he was fine, just had something to tell Dick.

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His broken sleep was shattered by someone banging on the door, he groaned and rolled over onto his back. Seb was already staring at him, blinking owlishly while he broke into a small smile. Tim cooed at his son, running a finger over his small face. The two of them lay there for a bit before Tim remembered that he told Dick to come over. He sat bolt upright just as the door burst open.

Dick was standing in the doorway, Jason looking exasperated behind him, ”Sorry Timmy, I tried to stop him, but ya know how he is.” Tim nodded, swallowing nervously as he tugged at the sleeves of his jacket (which he had not taken off yet. He was attached, let him live). Dick’s gaze roamed over him, checking for injuries before he smothered him in a hug, “I was so worried Tim. You just disappeared from Titans Tower and then I got your message and- why the fuck is there a baby in your bed?”

Dick pulled away from Tim, who in turn scooped up his son, cradling close to his chest, “See that’s why I called you over… Uhm.” He held up the boy, “Meet your nephew, Sebastian Thomas Drake-Wayne.” Tim smiled awkwardly while his older brother choked on his spit, “What!?”

After he repeated the whole story to Dick, the older man wrapped him in another hug, “I’m so sorry you went through that all alone. I should have been there for you Tim.” Tim shook his head against Dick’s shoulder, shifting the weight of his son in his arms, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I just- I just wanted Kon back, and now I have a whole kid to look after...”

Dick leaned back, his eyes roving over Tim once more, “Let us help you then.” Tim shrugged one shoulder, “If you want to, you don’t have to feel obligated to though-“ He was cut off by Dick ruffling his hair, ”None of that. Now, can I hold my nephew.” He grinned and held his hands out expectantly. Tim laughed softly and handed Seb over, the boy squirming as his dad gave him away.

He whimpered in Dick’s arms, before the man looked down and cooed at the baby. All tears disappeared and the boy cooed right back, comforted by familiar blue eyes. Dick looked up at Tim, his eyes teary, “He looks like the perfect mix of you and Conner. He’s gorgeous, Timmy.” Tim gave his brother a wry smile, “That’s what you get when you accidentally make a baby while trying to clone your boyfriend.” Dick shoved his shoulder playfully.

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Dick didn’t let go of his nephew for the next few hours, only relenting when Tim had to change his diaper. The three brothers spent the whole learning how to care for a baby from Roy, who was begrudgingly wrapped round Seb’s tiny finger.

When his older brothers went shopping for baby clothes, Tim stayed in the apartment, he wasn’t ready for the world to know about his son. He took a much-needed nap, Seb curled on his chest, the two boys dead to the world for a while.

Tim was sitting in an armchair, feeding Seb when Dick and Jason finally came back, bickering amicably and they dumped bags of clothes onto the floor. Tim glanced up at them as they unpacked the bags. He did think they went a tiny bit overboard.

“So, we got clothes bigger than ten weeks ‘cause obviously he’s going to grow and- wait- I just gotta-“ Dick grinned and held up matching Batman and Robin onesies, “Jay picked these out, we got the whole gang.”

Jason was rubbing the back of his neck, his ears red, “They were on sale.” Tim shifted Seb to one arm, letting the boy grab at the bottle and reached out for the clothes, a smile spreading across his face, “No one would ever believe you were such a sap Jay.” Jason chucked a balled-up receipt at his head, his ears red. “I was joking, Jesus. Always have to go straight to violence.” Tim chucked the receipt back.

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The next challenge was getting to Tim’s apartment without anyone seeing them, none of them wanted Seb to be public knowledge. So, Tim, armed with his brand-new baby holder and Conner’s jacket, covered his son, essentially smothering him, and put on his own reinforcements, just so they could all get to the nearest Zeta tube, which luckily was only a block down. Also, no one recognised them on the way, so Tim counted himself lucky, maybe this was the universe being nice to him after like shitting on him. Continuously.

When they reached his apartment, he let his brothers go, promising he would be alright and that he would call them if he needed to. Tim was perfectly content to be alone with his son for now. That’s how it would be from now on, so he would have to get used to it.

As soon as the door closed, Tim slid down to the floor and let himself cry. He missed Kon, he was eighteen and a parent, and even with the support of his brothers, it wasn’t the same as having his boyfriend back. He didn’t even know if Kon ever wanted kids, and he certainly wouldn’t want them to be created the same way he had been. So, Tim cried. And then he picked himself up off the floor and was a dad to his son.

He could do this. He would be great at it. The next step was to inform his entire family. And maybe the Kents. (Well… maybe not the Kents just yet).

He sent out a message to their siblings group chat and hoped for the best when they all turned up at his door in the morning. This would be so fun.

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dick

that man is an octopus. he is alllll over you. on your side? his leg is thrown over yours, caging you in. on your back? he's lying on top like a weighted blanket. i just KNOW hes a human radiator so it’s great for the winter, not so much for summer… if he's on his back, he’ll have you on top on him, his hands wandering every which way. if he's had a hard patrol, he’ll come in and just flop on top of you, burying his face in your neck and not moving even when you squirm under him. he'll press hot kisses along your neck when you try and shove him off, just to get you to melt under him and let him stay. dick will just put his hands up under your sleep shirt just to be closer to you. he would get even more clingier if you try and get up while he’s asleep, even if it’s just to go to the bathroom. and his grip is strong. so you usually end up stuck since he won’t let you go even if he wakes up. 

jason

he only ever sleeps on his back or his side, his back facing the wall. he always mutters something about he just doesn’t want to be taken by surprise. however he’ll have you cuddled up against his chest, on arm slung over your waist if he’s on his side. he's not as clingy as dick but he's a touch starved guy so he’ll be a bit more touch in his sleep. never fear, you'll never be far out his grip. if he's on his back though, he doesn’t like it when your completely on top of him, saying it restricts his mobility but he’ll let you cuddle up with your head on his chest. lying close together never lasts long though, he always ends up star fishing and accidentally stealing all the blankets (jason just has the habit to burrow in as many blankets as he can). if you’re pouty about it the morning, he’ll just make you breakfast and quietly slide it over to you with does eyes  like the menace he is (you fold immediately)

tim

when he does sleep, he’s completely knocked out. like he either goes down hard or is the lightest sleeper ever. when hes knocked out he’ll be like a rock so you could essentially sleep however you want but he relaxes a lot more when you’re close to him. he'll unconsciously wrap his arms round you and tug you close if you even get close to him. he's not as clingy as his brother but he can be plenty clingy when he wants to be. when he’s sleeping lightly like a quick (forced) nap between working you can lie next to him and he’ll peek down at you before sighing fondly and tugging you on top of him like a human blanket. he’ll always manage to nose his way into the crook of your neck when he’s cold (he always runs cold and you're a heater to him) you'll flinch and pinch his side but he won’t ease up, so eventually you stop trying to stop him and just let him use you as a heater

duke

like dick hes a clingy sleeper. he'll be all over you, his favourite way to sleep is spooning where he's the little spoon, it makes him feel safe, and he loves to tip his head back and press little kisses to your collarbones or the underside of your jaw. but he also loves when you lie on top of him with your fully body weight. he’ll keep you trapped in his arms, but by the end of the night hes sprawled across the mattress. i think duke would also be a messy sleeper, like tossing and turning until hes tangled up in the covers. it annoys you so much because he's somehow managed to trap himself in the covers while you freeze your ass off. sometimes if you’re feeling extra petty about it you leave him to fend for himself instead of helping him untangle himself in the morning.

cass

she's a pretty chill sleeper. she’ll cuddle up against you, her head pressed against your chest so she can hear your heartbeat. she says it helps her sleep (you think it’s the sweetest thing ever) she also likes to be the big spoon, just so she can have you all wrapped up in her arms. i think cass would be a generally neat sleeper, like minimal movement except when she had nightmares and she just likes to cuddle, no matter the partner. when she takes naps she likes to curl up in your lap like a cat, her face pressed into your stomach, you think it’s sweet but tell her that she might suffocate if she sleeps with her face covers so often. she just deadpans and holds up her vigilante suit. that makes you shut up. cass is probably the best person the sleep with out of the whole family simply because she's so versatile and is pretty much comfortable with whatever her partner wants. as long as she gets her cuddles in the end :)))

steph

steph is both a clingy sleeper and and a messy sleeper. post patrol she’ll be all over you, just refusing to move off you, even if you say you can’t breathe, she would only shift a little to prevent you suffocating. she’ll lie on top of you saying she's going to sleep but then yap your ear off with patrol gossip until you're actually wiped out and she's nuzzling into your chest and the crook of your neck, just breathing in the smell of your body wash. steph would also somehow tangle the both of you in the covers with her night thrashing. it’s not even due to nightmares. she's just like that. you'll wake up in the morning, completely shifted around on your stomach while steph is halfway off the bed but somehow still blissfully knocked out. she falls asleep in the weirdest positions, like she’ll fall asleep mid convo if she’s tired enough, even if she’s doing like a freaking gymnastics move. she's just slide out of the move and flop on top of you, face buried in your hair, inhaling deeply like that's a normal thing for a person to do. you are always deeply concerned by the positions she falls asleep in. 

damian

at first he's hesitant to cuddle, only really ever cuddling with his pets, like letting them sleep on his bed on top of him. but eventually he comes round to the idea and just shifts all his pets onto you and joins them in cuddling you. he likes to feel like he’s protecting you, even in his sleep so he’ll be the big spoon, pressing kisses into your hairline if you can’t sleep. he's a relatively neat sleeper, never hogging the blankets or shifting around too much, only ever really moving with you. like if you start to wiggle around, he’ll wake up just to stop you from falling off the bed. damian is also quite a light sleeper so doesn’t particularly like having anyone on top of him, just for easy movement so he can get up in the morning without disturbing your sleep. 

bruce

that man either sleeps like a dead man or he’ll be all over you. there's no in between. he's just intense like that. usually he sleeps on his back and lets you cling onto him like koala but when he’s really feeling clingy he’ll smother you and just hold you as close to him as possible, like your thigh will be hiked up over his hip and his hands will be everywhere just so he can reassure himself that you're real and that you’re not going to leave him. when hes really sleep deprived, like dead on his feet, he’ll be so out of it he’ll just crash and nothing will move him. you'll have to use all your strength to get the man to roll over so you can get into bed. bruce never bothers with blankets or covers. he comes in from patrol and just flops straight on top of the covers after hes changed into comfortable clothes. he won’t starfish as such but he has a like a sixth sense so if you even move a fraction out of his grip, he’ll be tugging you back into his arms and not letting go. 

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Dick was having a shit day. Well... His life was honestly pretty shit in general, today just took the cake. All he wanted to do was go back to his apartment, watch shitty tv and then cry himself to sleep thinking about his failures, as one does on the anniversary of their brother’s murder/death. But no, the universe had it out for him and wanted him to just throw himself off a multiple story building. What other explanation could there be for him to fucking hallucinate his dead brother again after four fucking years.

And he thought he was doing better. Damn it. He’d have to ask his therapist to up his prescription. The fact that he was going to a therapist in general was an achievement in itself. He was just so sick of the constant gnawing ache of seeing the brother he failed every single damn night. Jason would swing between incessant rage at Dick’s failure and the general happiness the kid had portrayed before it all went to shit.

Sometimes Dick listened to the voicemails Jay had left before he ran away and he wanted to be sick. He should have been there. He should have been a better brother. They weren’t close, but Dick should have done better. He shouldn’t have been so selfish, so wrapped up in jealousy that his dad had adopted a new kid, replacing him. His brother had died in his colours, his family legacy. There would always be a part of him that was drowning in the guilt of giving Jason it.

He could handle the kid’s rage, it was deserved. Dick had failed him. The softer moods always took him by surprise though. The kid was happy and followed Dick around like a lost duckling. It would have been endearing if Dick wasn’t so damn guilty. He was trying to be better for Tim, but it was so damn hard to see the same joy Robin brought on another black-haired, blue-eyed boy.

It always got bad again around this time of the year, just not to the point where he was seeing Jay again. More so like he would see flashes of colour out of the corner of his eyes, whether he was out on patrol, or with the kids in the gym. Flashes of green and yellow haunted him, making him sloppy. Like now.

He was supposed to be focusing on focusing on this mugger when he spotted the figure watching him from the end of the alley. Tall and broad, he was unmasked and dressed in leather, but his face… Oh god, his face. It was Jason. Dick faltered, his focus dipping. That was Jason, from the stance to the face, it was what his baby brother would have looked like if he had gotten to grow up. It was what Jason would have looked like if he were alive today.

Dick felt a sob rise in his throat. He just wanted a peaceful night. His focus had fully shifted to the spectre watching him, he didn’t even notice the mugger pulling out a gun. A look of alarm crossed Jason’s face and the next thing Dick knew was flaring pain in his ribs.

He blinked and he was flat on his back, staring up at the starless night sky, a worried looking Jason staring down at him. He huffed out a mirthless laugh, “Hi Jay… You’ve gotten so big… I wish…” He trailed off, “What’s it tonight? Yelling at me for my failures? Maybe for getting shot?”

The look of alarm had shifted into concern, “What the fuck Dickhead? How much blood have you lost? Are you seriously not concerned that I’m here?!”

Dick glanced down at his torso, where blood was steadily leaking through his fingers, “Not enough to be seeing you again but hey. Today is not my day. And I’ve missed you. You always visit me these days.” He reached up to cradle Jason’s face but let his hand fall at the last second. He didn’t want Jason to leave him. Not again.

He groaned, deep in his chest as he hauled himself off the ground, hobbling a little as he tried to get out of the alley. Jason was watching him with an unreadable expression. “Go home Dick.”

Dick looked back at Jason, a sad smile on his face, “You know where I live. Come visit sometime soon. I miss you.”

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Dick made his way home in a haze of pain, holding back his sobs at seeing his baby brother again. The universe really hated him to be giving him an insight into what Jason would have looked like if he grew up. He crashed into his bedroom, blood dripping over his carpet. Shit. He’d have to clean that.

He moved around in the dark, reaching for the bathroom light. He winced. The wound looked worse under his shitty bathroom lighting. He scrambled for his first aid kit and patched himself up, his mind wandering back to Jason, as it always did these days.

Eventually he dragged himself off the floor and stripped off his ruined, blood-soaked suit. He’d have to ask Alfred to fix it for him, he did want to see Tim again. His hands were too shaky these days to fix his suits.

Now, all he wanted was to eat a bowl of cereal and pass out for three hours before he had to get up to teach his class. He dumped the suit in the overflowing laundry basket and headed out to his kitchen.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked at Jason who was sitting on the counter, “Oh. You’re back to normal.” Hallucijason grinned crookedly at him, “Miss me, Dickie?” Dick shrugged, pulling two clean bowls off his dish rack and grabbing two boxes of cereal, “Cheerios?” Hallucijason nodded happily, his curls bouncing. Dick poured one bowl of Cheerios and another bowl of his preferred cereal, grabbing the milk and a spoon.

He plonked himself on the counter next to Hallucijason, in only his boxers and the bandages wrapped round his torso. He was so tired. Mechanically, he spooned cereal into his mouth until the bowl was empty, Hallucijason watching him silently. He went to dump the other bowl of cereal out, turning around to be met with Jason. Huh?

He rubbed his eyes, his gaze flickering back to the counter and then to the guy in front of him, “Oh fuck. There’s two of you.” He sighed, holding out the bowl of cereal, “Cheerios?” Older Hallucijason blinked at him, concern flashing across his face, but he moved over to the bowl where Dick had placed it on the counter, “Are you…doing okay Dick?” He shrugged, turning on the tap to wash up his bowl, “I’m never doing well when you turn up.” Older Hallucijason shrank in on himself, poking at the soggy cereal.

Dick turned back to him, leaning against his counter and typing something on his phone. He made a note to remind his therapist to up his medicine, not that older Hallucijason knew that. Older Hallucijason, however, was on instant guard, “What are you doing?” Dick tilted his head, “Nothing. Just making note of something.” They stood in awkward silence for a few minutes before older Hallucijason broke it.

“So... Are you really okay with me being here? Like at all? No yelling, no telling me to leave?” Dick smiled sadly, “Why would I want you to leave me Little Wing. I told you, I’ve missed you.” Older Hallucijason arched an eyebrow, “You said there were two of me…?” Dick cocked his head, “You can’t see him?” He pointed to the counter where Hallucijason sat, swinging his legs and being a general menace. Like telling Dick he was a failure and how it was his fault he hadn’t been able to grow up to look like older Hallucijason.

Older Hallucijason shook his head, and Dick made a small noise of acknowledgement. “Well. I’m going to bed. You’re welcome to stick around.” Older Hallucijason just blinked at Dick, as the older man hobbled back to his bedroom, closing the door.

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When Dick awoke the next morning, older Hallucijason was on his couch, stripped down to his shirt and pants, leather jacket tossed over Dick’s armchair. Dick blinked at him, and then went into his kitchen, pulling out two bowls. He opened his fridge, older Hallucijason watching him carefully as he poured out a bowl of Cheerios and slid it over to him. “You stayed the night then?” Dick glanced up at older Hallucijason who nodded, “I know you said I could, but was I supposed to?” Dick shrugged, “Stay as long as you like. I get lonely when you’re not here.” Jason cocked his head, “What, no time spent playing big brother to the replacement? Big Bats finally sick of you?”

Dick’s shoulder hunched over and he gripped the counter, his face crumpling slightly, “Shit. Jason. Bruce more or less kicked me out. You know this. I told you when it happened. And I’m not much of a brother to Tim. He’s a little too much like you. Even if he is basically a mini-Bruce. I can’t- I just don’t want him to end up like you, so I stick around as much as I can stand. If he wants me too. I think he’s lonely too. His parents aren’t around much, and B is too stuck up his own ass with his grief. Like he’s the only one who lost you.” Dick scoffed, running a hand through his hair. Jason looked surprised, blinking at Dick owlishly. “His grief?”

Dick tossed his half empty bowl into the sink, “He misses you Jay. More than he lets on. It got bad before Tim stepped in. I miss you Little Wing.” Jason startled slightly, “I’m right here Dickiebird.” Dick’s expression crumpled, “Not for long. You always leave me. Please Jay. Don’t leave me again. I can't do this again. I’ll be a better brother. I’ll stick around.” He choked on a small sob, sagging against the counter, Jason on his feet in an instant. “I failed you. It’s my fault you’re gone. I should have picked up your calls. If I weren’t so selfish and jealous and-“ Jason grabbed him by the shoulders and opened his mouth to speak, only to freeze at Dick’s wide-eyed expression, “Dick?”

Dick grabbed Jason’s face, “You’re real? You’re actually here?” He laughed breathlessly, “What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.” Jason arched an eyebrow, “Dick. I’ve been here the whole time. Did you- oh.” Jason seemed to be thinking back on last night's interaction, “Holy shit. You thought I was a hallucination. Oh fuck. Are you good? Like genuinely? ‘Cause what even- “

Jason was cut off by Dick throwing himself into his arms, and sobbing into Jason’s shoulder, “Oh my- Fuck I’ve missed you Jason. How are you back? I don’t even care actually. I’m so glad you’re back. Please don’t go again. Please don’t let me be dreaming.” Jason was flat on his back at this point, Dick openly sobbing above him, “No Big Bird. It’s real. I’m here.” His breath hitched and he buried his face in Dick’s neck, clutching his brother’s t-shirt. “I’m here.”

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The two of them lay on the kitchen floor until their sobs petered off and they moved to sit on the (more comfortable) couch. Dick had his legs thrown up on the couch, Jason practically on top of him, careful of his bullet wound. (Dick had called off work, citing family emergency).

He ran a gentle hand through Jason’s hair, “So… let me get this straight- “Jason mumbled into the cloth of his t-shirt, “Nothing about you is straight, ask your boyfriend, but go ahead.” Dick yanked his hair gently, making him mewl slightly in pain, “As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted. You’re telling me that: you crawled out your grave, were catatonic for like six months, Talia found you and dunked you in the Lazarus Pit after you were with the League for a bit and then released you into the world.” Dick was ticking stuff off with his fingers as he went along.

Jason looked up at him, “Pretty much, yeah. Talia sent me to some teachers though. I learnt some pretty hardcore shit. She tried to tell me how you all didn’t care, which honestly was believable…” Dick made a wounded nose by let Jason continue, cuddling him closer. ”I came back home to get revenge but like…you’re such a mess I kinda forgot to do that… and what you said about Dad- Bruce, I mean, and Tim… That kinda messed up my plans.” He groaned into Dick’s chest, “Damn you Dickhead.”

Dick laughed, his chest rumbling under Jason’s head, “God, I missed you Little Wing. So bad.” He buried his face into Jason’s hair, inhaling deeply, “You smell like shit though.” Jason poked him in the ribs, “You look like shit.” The boys grappled for a bit, both careful of Dick’s (multiple) wounds—he had to be convinced by Jason to be patched up properly—until Dick accidentally got an elbow in his ribs.

Jason rolls off his older brother, already hovering nervously while Dick curls up and groans on the couch, tears springing in his eyes from the shock. Jason’s eyes widen as he sees the tears, his brain already working overtime on how to fix this. Dick blinks the tears away, seeing Jason panicking and reaching out to ground the younger boy—he was still a boy, only nineteen to Dick’s twenty whatever.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m okay Jay. Breathe. You didn’t hurt me that bad.” Jason looked ten years younger, looking up at Dick like he couldn’t breathe, “Don’t send me away. Please.” Dick looked taken aback, gathering his baby brother into a hug, “Never. I just got you back. I’m never letting you go again.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of Jason’s head, feeling the boy relax in his arms.

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They spend the next few days catching up on everything Jason’s missed over the past five years. Dick was trying to get him to tell Bruce that he was alive, but Jason was reluctant, rightly so. “Little Wing, c’mon. He’s your dad, he was devastated when you died, he’ll be overjoyed that you came back. So much so, he won't even question your return!”

Jason pouted from the counter he was sprawled across, “Oh yeah? And what? You're gonna tell him you were hallucinating again?” Dick fell silent, looking away, “Touche.”

Jason snorted, his head propped up in his hands, “Does anyone know you hallucinated me?” Dick pouted and sagged against the counter, opposite his brother, “Wally knows! And Leslie. Just not…uh B.” Jason poked him, “Of course your boyfriend knows but not your dad. Now that’d be preposterous, right?” Dick scoffed, “No need to be a smartass…I’ll tell B, I’m sure he already knows though. He’s footing my therapy bills.” Jason sighed, “You should know how oblivious that man is by now.”

Dick hummed in acknowledgement, brushing Jason’s hair off his forehead, “I still think you should tell him.” Jason leaned into his touch like a cat, “Fine you asshole. I’ll tell him. But only to get you off my ass about it. And you have to tell him about your issues.” Dick’s hand froze, Jason staring at him firmly, “You play a hard game, Little Wing. But you win. Fine. I’ll tell B about my therapy, you tell him you’re alive. Then we can get therapy together, once y’know, B help us get you back to legally being alive…”

Jason huffed, more fond than exasperated, “That doesn’t sound entirely terrible… Just promise you won’t let me go alone. I don’t know how Dad will react…” Dick’s expression softened, “Of course Jay! What did I tell you? I’m never leaving you again.”

Jason leaned into his octopus hug and buried a face in Dick’s shoulder, “As long as you don’t regale me with adventures with the speedster on the drive to Gotham.”

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Tim was quite frankly, exhausted. He was 18 years old, had just lost the love of his life, his dad, and Bruce had gone missing for a hot second and now he had a baby to take care of. While, yes, technically it was his baby, well his and Kon’s, he really didn’t have the mental/emotional stability to be looking after a baby. Especially one that looked like Conner. He would probably break down every time he saw it.

He cracked open another Monster can and rested his head on his desk. He never meant to create a baby. He just wanted Kon back. Was that such a crime? Apparently so, since everyone just gave him pitying looks every time they saw him. Cassie and Bart in particular.

It had been three hours since the cloning process had gone wrong. Sure, he could blame it on a lack of sleep, grief, whatever the hell he wants, but nothing takes away from the fact that he willingly put his and Kon’s DNA into the test tube.

Tim had simply run out of Lex’s DNA to mix with Clark’s and all he wanted was to have Kon back. He didn’t mean to mess up so spectacularly. He glanced over at the tube where the baby- his baby was still frozen. According to the scanner, it was around 10 weeks. He rubbed his eyes. God, what was he going to do?

He was in the freaking Titans Tower basement with a baby in a containment. His fucking baby, mind you. Jesus. He tipped back in his chair, eyeing the containment tube again. He should get the baby out and work from there.

He grabbed a spare blanket off the back of a chair and wrapped the squirming child in it once he got it out. A sob lodged itself in his thought when his baby opened their eyes and all Tim could see was Kon. (Steph would be proud of his swaddle though, he knew taking those baby classes with her would pay off one day.)

Blue eyes met blue eyes and Tim melted as his son cooed up at him, a smile flickering across his face. He could do this. He was Timothy fucking Drake-Wayne. A baby wasn’t a challenge. He could provide for, and care for, and love this baby with the same love he carried for Kon. First things first though, he needed to get out of this basement without anyone seeing him.

He swayed on the spot, his son curled against his chest, he could feel his head swimming from the lack of sleep, and the warm weight of a baby in his arms was making him sleepy but he needed to get out of here. But where would he go? It’s not like he could very well go back to the Manor, Bruce would immediately call Clark and Tim didn’t have the emotional stability to be scolded by both of them, and he would make a big deal out of it. Granted, that would happen no matter what he did, seeing as Tim accidentally made a biological baby of his and Conner’s.

He sighed, rubbing his temple with his free hand. What to do? He looked down at the now sleeping baby. Right, he should probably find someone who knew how to care for babies and wouldn’t tell anyone.

Jason.

The guy was always around Lian, he had to have picked up something by this point. Tim nodded to himself, that was where he would go, then he would go to his own apartment. It was the one place that B didn’t know about, Tim had bought it as a place to go when he and B got into arguments. Now, he supposed, it would be his refuge as he raised the child singlehandedly.

Before he left, he spotted Kon’s jacket, draped over his desk chair and he grabbed it before he could have any second thoughts. He would not leave this one part of his boyfriend behind. He slid the jacket on, tucking his sleeping son into it. The jacket was large enough that it fit snugly with both of them in it.

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His head was foggy by the time he reached Jason’s apartment, and that was without accounting for the headache that was forming since his baby wouldn’t stop crying. Tim was on the verge of tears, his baby was wailing against his chest, it must have been a sight to see when Jason finally opened his door, disgruntled that his sleep was being disturbed. Tim stared at him for a few seconds before promptly bursting into tears.

Jason’s eyes widened with alarm, Tim had never cried around him, this was new. He ushered his younger brother into his apartment and sat him on the couch, rubbing his back and pointedly not asking about the sobbing child in Tim’s arms.

When Tim’s sobs had petered off into soft hiccups, Jason finally asked a question, “Tim… Why the fuck are you here at 3 fucking am with a baby?” Tim sniffled a couple times, rubbing his eyes and nose with the sleeve of Conner’s jacket, “I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one I know who wouldn’t tell me to go to Bruce” Jason sighed, ruffling Tim’s hair, “The kid’s yours then.”

Not a question, a statement, there was nothing Tim could do but nod and spill the whole sombre story.

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Jason leaned back against the couch, his hands running through his hair, “Damn…” Tim sighed, tucking his knees up as much as he could and rocking his still crying son in his arms. Though the cries had waned into small whimpers, Tim could feel his heart break with each tiny one, especially when he looked down and saw watery blue eyes, Conner’s eyes. “I just… need help. I can’t exactly do this myself. I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake. Jay.. just. Help me please. You must know something from being around Lian all the time.”

Jason rubbed his jaw and nodded, getting off the couch, “One sec.” He disappeared down the hall, into what Tim assumed was his bedroom and came out a couple seconds later, dragging a half-asleep, half-naked Roy.

Tim’s ears went red; he did not want to know why Roy was here. He looked down at his son again, stroking the kid’s wispy curls off his forehead. God he looked so much like Conner.

Jason dragged Roy over to the couch and pointed at Tim’s baby, “He needs help with that.” Roy blinked owlishly, his head bobbing incredulously between Jason and Tim and his son, and back again before Jason whacked his shoulder, “Seriously Roy. I don’t know what to do with a baby, Timbo sure as hell don’t.”

Tim pasted on a smile for Roy and nodded, “Help.” Roy exhaled through his nose, “So. Someone’s going to explain this to me when we’ve got you settled. First things first, what’s the little guy’s name?” Tim blanched and glanced over at Jason who had a similar expression. Tim hadn’t given his son a name.

He looked down at the baby in his arms and back up to Roy, who was waiting expectantly, “I- uh. Hadn’t gotten that far along. I was mostly still panicking. But I can do it now. Uhm.”

The three of them sat in silence while Tim tried to quiet his kid and think of a name on the fly. He finally nodded to himself and held up the whimpering boy to his brother and his brother’s boyfriend, “Meet Sebastian Thomas Drake-Wayne. Bruce’s is also Thomas so… And I’ve always liked the name Sebastian, I think Kon would have as well.” He smiled wistfully down at Sebastian, tears pricking his eyes. Jason rubbed his shoulder and looked expectantly up at Roy, “What now?” Roy held his arms out for Sebastian, who let out another all cry when his father transferred him over. Roy gently rocked the boy, his expression softening, “It’s been a while…” He looked back up at Tim, “Have you fed him yet?”

Tim grimaced and shook his head, his fingers curling into the leather of the jacket, “I came straight here.” Roy looked mildly disappointed before turning to Jason, “Go to the 24-hour shop round the corner and get some diapers, baby formula and if they have any, baby clothes, if not though we have Lian’s old ones in the storage room right?” Jason stood up and grabbed his wallet, “Sure, I’ll check later.” He looked over at Tim, “Don’t worry baby bird, we’ll get ya all sorted out. And bonus, B won’t know till you tell him. If you want to at all.”

Tim nodded absently, he seemed to be nodding a lot lately, and tucked his knees up on the couch, letting Roy take the lead with Sebastian for a second while Tim took in the fact that he made an actual baby. He, Timothy Drake-Wayne, had created a baby of his and Kon’s in attempts to bring back Kon. He was a disaster, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

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Jason came back from the shops quietly enough that it wouldn’t disturb his younger brother, who was currently dead asleep on his couch, Roy sitting next to him still cradling Sebastian. Jason huffed out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. It was kind of insane. That was his nephew. Damn. He didn’t think Tim, out of all his siblings, would be the one to end up a teen parent (he had chosen to pretend Steph’s didn’t count. He knew it still hurt her to talk about).

He set the bags down on his counter, gesturing for Roy to come to the kitchen so they could feed his nephew and not disturb the exhausted teenager on his couch. Roy ambled over, sleep still clouding his eyes, the curiosity of the whole situation fighting to be the most pressing concern of his boyfriend’s.

Jason rummaged in the bag for the baby formula and handed it to Roy who handed him the baby. Jason’s eyes widened in alarm, holding the child like it was a bomb, actually, he’d probably held bombs with less apprehension. Roy just raised an eyebrow at him like; that’s your nephew Jay. Deal with it.

Soon enough, Tim had woken up to feed his son for the first time, and they were both settled in the spare bedroom of Jason’s apartment. Roy had taught Tim how to change a diaper, so baby Seb was comfortable in a clean diaper and an old romper of Lian’s that Jason had found in one of Roy’s drawers. He wasn’t entirely sure why it was there though.

The younger boy slept for a solid three hours before Seb woke him up, crying for something. By this time, Jason and Roy had gone back to sleep, their door cracked open just a little so, should he need them, Tim could get them.

Tim was slightly frazzled, his hair was a mess, his son was whimpering in his arms, and the damn kettle wasn’t boiling fast enough. He just wanted a bottle for Seb and then to sleep again before he had to deal with the reality of the situation.

He thumbed at his phone, scrolling through his message while he swayed around the kitchen in an attempt to sooth Seb. He had many unread messages from Cassie and Bart, so he sent off a quick text, letting them know he was alright and that he was just taking a break after everything. They both responded instantly with reassurances and promises to get him anything he needed.

He laughed quietly; he loved his friends. They were always there when he needed them. He was going to tell them about his son. Eventually. He scrolled down in his messages, hovering over Dick’s contact. He wanted to tell his family, and his older brother was a good place to start but he just didn’t know how the man would react.

Well. He’d probably be overly concerned and would take it in stride, but Tim really didn’t know if he had any tears left in him. So, he just sent him a message asking him to come by Jason’s apartment with reassurances that he was fine, just had something to tell Dick.

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His broken sleep was shattered by someone banging on the door, he groaned and rolled over onto his back. Seb was already staring at him, blinking owlishly while he broke into a small smile. Tim cooed at his son, running a finger over his small face. The two of them lay there for a bit before Tim remembered that he told Dick to come over. He sat bolt upright just as the door burst open.

Dick was standing in the doorway, Jason looking exasperated behind him, ”Sorry Timmy, I tried to stop him, but ya know how he is.” Tim nodded, swallowing nervously as he tugged at the sleeves of his jacket (which he had not taken off yet. He was attached, let him live). Dick’s gaze roamed over him, checking for injuries before he smothered him in a hug, “I was so worried Tim. You just disappeared from Titans Tower and then I got your message and- why the fuck is there a baby in your bed?”

Dick pulled away from Tim, who in turn scooped up his son, cradling close to his chest, “See that’s why I called you over… Uhm.” He held up the boy, “Meet your nephew, Sebastian Thomas Drake-Wayne.” Tim smiled awkwardly while his older brother choked on his spit, “What!?”

After he repeated the whole story to Dick, the older man wrapped him in another hug, “I’m so sorry you went through that all alone. I should have been there for you Tim.” Tim shook his head against Dick’s shoulder, shifting the weight of his son in his arms, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I just- I just wanted Kon back, and now I have a whole kid to look after...”

Dick leaned back, his eyes roving over Tim once more, “Let us help you then.” Tim shrugged one shoulder, “If you want to, you don’t have to feel obligated to though-“ He was cut off by Dick ruffling his hair, ”None of that. Now, can I hold my nephew.” He grinned and held his hands out expectantly. Tim laughed softly and handed Seb over, the boy squirming as his dad gave him away.

He whimpered in Dick’s arms, before the man looked down and cooed at the baby. All tears disappeared and the boy cooed right back, comforted by familiar blue eyes. Dick looked up at Tim, his eyes teary, “He looks like the perfect mix of you and Conner. He’s gorgeous, Timmy.” Tim gave his brother a wry smile, “That’s what you get when you accidentally make a baby while trying to clone your boyfriend.” Dick shoved his shoulder playfully.

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Dick didn’t let go of his nephew for the next few hours, only relenting when Tim had to change his diaper. The three brothers spent the whole learning how to care for a baby from Roy, who was begrudgingly wrapped round Seb’s tiny finger.

When his older brothers went shopping for baby clothes, Tim stayed in the apartment, he wasn’t ready for the world to know about his son. He took a much-needed nap, Seb curled on his chest, the two boys dead to the world for a while.

Tim was sitting in an armchair, feeding Seb when Dick and Jason finally came back, bickering amicably and they dumped bags of clothes onto the floor. Tim glanced up at them as they unpacked the bags. He did think they went a tiny bit overboard.

“So, we got clothes bigger than ten weeks ‘cause obviously he’s going to grow and- wait- I just gotta-“ Dick grinned and held up matching Batman and Robin onesies, “Jay picked these out, we got the whole gang.”

Jason was rubbing the back of his neck, his ears red, “They were on sale.” Tim shifted Seb to one arm, letting the boy grab at the bottle and reached out for the clothes, a smile spreading across his face, “No one would ever believe you were such a sap Jay.” Jason chucked a balled-up receipt at his head, his ears red. “I was joking, Jesus. Always have to go straight to violence.” Tim chucked the receipt back.

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The next challenge was getting to Tim’s apartment without anyone seeing them, none of them wanted Seb to be public knowledge. So, Tim, armed with his brand-new baby holder and Conner’s jacket, covered his son, essentially smothering him, and put on his own reinforcements, just so they could all get to the nearest Zeta tube, which luckily was only a block down. Also, no one recognised them on the way, so Tim counted himself lucky, maybe this was the universe being nice to him after like shitting on him. Continuously.

When they reached his apartment, he let his brothers go, promising he would be alright and that he would call them if he needed to. Tim was perfectly content to be alone with his son for now. That’s how it would be from now on, so he would have to get used to it.

As soon as the door closed, Tim slid down to the floor and let himself cry. He missed Kon, he was eighteen and a parent, and even with the support of his brothers, it wasn’t the same as having his boyfriend back. He didn’t even know if Kon ever wanted kids, and he certainly wouldn’t want them to be created the same way he had been. So, Tim cried. And then he picked himself up off the floor and was a dad to his son.

He could do this. He would be great at it. The next step was to inform his entire family. And maybe the Kents. (Well… maybe not the Kents just yet).

He sent out a message to their siblings group chat and hoped for the best when they all turned up at his door in the morning. This would be so fun.

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dick

that man is an octopus. he is alllll over you. on your side? his leg is thrown over yours, caging you in. on your back? he's lying on top like a weighted blanket. i just KNOW hes a human radiator so it’s great for the winter, not so much for summer… if he's on his back, he’ll have you on top on him, his hands wandering every which way. if he's had a hard patrol, he’ll come in and just flop on top of you, burying his face in your neck and not moving even when you squirm under him. he'll press hot kisses along your neck when you try and shove him off, just to get you to melt under him and let him stay. dick will just put his hands up under your sleep shirt just to be closer to you. he would get even more clingier if you try and get up while he’s asleep, even if it’s just to go to the bathroom. and his grip is strong. so you usually end up stuck since he won’t let you go even if he wakes up. 

jason

he only ever sleeps on his back or his side, his back facing the wall. he always mutters something about he just doesn’t want to be taken by surprise. however he’ll have you cuddled up against his chest, on arm slung over your waist if he’s on his side. he's not as clingy as dick but he's a touch starved guy so he’ll be a bit more touch in his sleep. never fear, you'll never be far out his grip. if he's on his back though, he doesn’t like it when your completely on top of him, saying it restricts his mobility but he’ll let you cuddle up with your head on his chest. lying close together never lasts long though, he always ends up star fishing and accidentally stealing all the blankets (jason just has the habit to burrow in as many blankets as he can). if you’re pouty about it the morning, he’ll just make you breakfast and quietly slide it over to you with does eyes  like the menace he is (you fold immediately)

tim

when he does sleep, he’s completely knocked out. like he either goes down hard or is the lightest sleeper ever. when hes knocked out he’ll be like a rock so you could essentially sleep however you want but he relaxes a lot more when you’re close to him. he'll unconsciously wrap his arms round you and tug you close if you even get close to him. he's not as clingy as his brother but he can be plenty clingy when he wants to be. when he’s sleeping lightly like a quick (forced) nap between working you can lie next to him and he’ll peek down at you before sighing fondly and tugging you on top of him like a human blanket. he’ll always manage to nose his way into the crook of your neck when he’s cold (he always runs cold and you're a heater to him) you'll flinch and pinch his side but he won’t ease up, so eventually you stop trying to stop him and just let him use you as a heater

duke

like dick hes a clingy sleeper. he'll be all over you, his favourite way to sleep is spooning where he's the little spoon, it makes him feel safe, and he loves to tip his head back and press little kisses to your collarbones or the underside of your jaw. but he also loves when you lie on top of him with your fully body weight. he’ll keep you trapped in his arms, but by the end of the night hes sprawled across the mattress. i think duke would also be a messy sleeper, like tossing and turning until hes tangled up in the covers. it annoys you so much because he's somehow managed to trap himself in the covers while you freeze your ass off. sometimes if you’re feeling extra petty about it you leave him to fend for himself instead of helping him untangle himself in the morning.

cass

she's a pretty chill sleeper. she’ll cuddle up against you, her head pressed against your chest so she can hear your heartbeat. she says it helps her sleep (you think it’s the sweetest thing ever) she also likes to be the big spoon, just so she can have you all wrapped up in her arms. i think cass would be a generally neat sleeper, like minimal movement except when she had nightmares and she just likes to cuddle, no matter the partner. when she takes naps she likes to curl up in your lap like a cat, her face pressed into your stomach, you think it’s sweet but tell her that she might suffocate if she sleeps with her face covers so often. she just deadpans and holds up her vigilante suit. that makes you shut up. cass is probably the best person the sleep with out of the whole family simply because she's so versatile and is pretty much comfortable with whatever her partner wants. as long as she gets her cuddles in the end :)))

steph

steph is both a clingy sleeper and and a messy sleeper. post patrol she’ll be all over you, just refusing to move off you, even if you say you can’t breathe, she would only shift a little to prevent you suffocating. she’ll lie on top of you saying she's going to sleep but then yap your ear off with patrol gossip until you're actually wiped out and she's nuzzling into your chest and the crook of your neck, just breathing in the smell of your body wash. steph would also somehow tangle the both of you in the covers with her night thrashing. it’s not even due to nightmares. she's just like that. you'll wake up in the morning, completely shifted around on your stomach while steph is halfway off the bed but somehow still blissfully knocked out. she falls asleep in the weirdest positions, like she’ll fall asleep mid convo if she’s tired enough, even if she’s doing like a freaking gymnastics move. she's just slide out of the move and flop on top of you, face buried in your hair, inhaling deeply like that's a normal thing for a person to do. you are always deeply concerned by the positions she falls asleep in. 

damian

at first he's hesitant to cuddle, only really ever cuddling with his pets, like letting them sleep on his bed on top of him. but eventually he comes round to the idea and just shifts all his pets onto you and joins them in cuddling you. he likes to feel like he’s protecting you, even in his sleep so he’ll be the big spoon, pressing kisses into your hairline if you can’t sleep. he's a relatively neat sleeper, never hogging the blankets or shifting around too much, only ever really moving with you. like if you start to wiggle around, he’ll wake up just to stop you from falling off the bed. damian is also quite a light sleeper so doesn’t particularly like having anyone on top of him, just for easy movement so he can get up in the morning without disturbing your sleep. 

bruce

that man either sleeps like a dead man or he’ll be all over you. there's no in between. he's just intense like that. usually he sleeps on his back and lets you cling onto him like koala but when he’s really feeling clingy he’ll smother you and just hold you as close to him as possible, like your thigh will be hiked up over his hip and his hands will be everywhere just so he can reassure himself that you're real and that you’re not going to leave him. when hes really sleep deprived, like dead on his feet, he’ll be so out of it he’ll just crash and nothing will move him. you'll have to use all your strength to get the man to roll over so you can get into bed. bruce never bothers with blankets or covers. he comes in from patrol and just flops straight on top of the covers after hes changed into comfortable clothes. he won’t starfish as such but he has a like a sixth sense so if you even move a fraction out of his grip, he’ll be tugging you back into his arms and not letting go. 

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