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Tim had just gotten two wisdom teeth out. Cotton filled his mouth as he lay on the dentist's chair still asleep.
"Will he be okay?" Bruce asked the dentist.
"He will be fine, Bruce. You have grown through this 2 times with your oldest kids. You know it's safe." The dentist explained.
Bruce looked over to Tim.
"I know but I can't help but worry," Bruce said.
"He will be fine and I'm guessing you already know what to do?" The dentist asked.
"Yes and thank you for doing this."
"You are welcome. You can take him whenever he wakes up. Good luck," the Dentist said while leaving.
Bruce sat on a spare chair while waiting for Tim to wake up. He played with his son's hair as if trying to comfort them both.
It wasn't long until Tim's eyes opened up.
He let out a moan as his eyes squeezed together.
"You're okay, Sweetheart," Bruce told him, "there is no reason to rush. You can take your time."
Tim moved his head to face Bruce.
"B'uce?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"H'me," Tim whined.
"We can go home," Bruce promised, "just need to get you in a wheelchair and we will be home free."
Tim whined clearly not liking that plan.
"What's wrong?" Bruce asked.
"C'rry me?"
Bruce gave him a fond smile but was already bending to pick him up. Tim's head rested on Bruce's shoulder as his legs wrapped around the man's body.
Bruce walked out of the room, rubbing his son's back trying to give him the comfort that Tim truly needed.
Paying for the surgery they left.
Placing Tim on the passenger's side, Bruce rounded the car to get to the driver's side just to see Tim resting his head on the glass window.
"You can't go to sleep yet," Bruce told him.
Tim nodded but still kept his eyes closed.
Bruce turned the radio on for a bit of background noises and to hopefully keep Tim awake on the drive home.
"How are you feeling?" Bruce asked after a while.
Tim hummed.
"We are almost home," Bruce promised.
Arriving at the manor, Bruce got out of the car. The second he closed the door Tim called out for him.
Bruce quickly went around the passenger side and grabbed Tim out, who latched on to Bruce.
Carrying Tim to the door, Bruce opened it and gently placed his son on the couch in the living room.
Hearing that his father was home Damian came to greet him. He was met with his father but also Tim who looked very out of it.
"Has Drake been drugged?" Damian asked, walking towards them.
"Kind of," Bruce said.
Damian walked closer and spotted the blood that was in the corner of Tim's mouth.
"He is bleeding," Damian pointed out.
"Tim is under anaesthetic. He just had some of his wisdom teeth pulled but he will be okay," Bruce explained.
Damian looked Tim up and down, seemingly just checking him out.
"If you are sure, Father," Damian commented and left the room.
Turning his attention back to Tim, Bruce covered him up with a blanket making sure that he was warm and comfortable.
Bruce moved Tim's feet and took a seat at the end of the couch and rested his son's feet on his lap. Bruce removed Tim's shoes and started rubbing Tim's ankle in a form of comforting him.
Bruce was starting to think that Tim had fallen asleep until he spoke up.
"Where are they?" Tim asked.
"Your brothers?" Bruce asked.
"Nooo," Tim whined, "my b'yfriends."
"I'm sorry, Bart is at Barry's and Bernard is at work," Bruce told him.
Tim let out a whine and shuffled around a bit. Bruce sighed, he didn't know what he could do.
What they didn't know was that Damian was leaning near the doorway of the living room, out of sight but he could still hear what they were saying. If Tim wanted his boyfriends and he was hurt then Damian will get them for him.
Damian ran to his room and grabbed his phone that rested on the wooden bedside table.
Searching through his contracts until he found who he was looking for.
Pressing the profile it didn't take long for them to answer.
"Sup?" Jason asked into the phone.
"Todd, I need to go to the hospital," Damian told him.
"What? Why?" Panic was clear in his voice.
"Drake has gotten wisdom teeth removed and he requested his boyfriends. I shall fulfil his wishes," Damian explained.
"Well shit, if you wanna do something for him it must be bad. I'll be there soon," Jason hung up.
Damian slipped his phone into his jeans pocket and grabbed his backpack. Heading downstairs, Damian went to where Bruce and Tim were.
"Father, I am spending time with Todd. I shall be home soon," Damian told him.
"Okay, keep out of trouble," Bruce said to Damian.
Damian looked over at Tim. He was staring at the wall. Tim's body was here but his mind was not. Damian couldn't understand why Father wasn't worried about him. This doesn't seem like a normal reaction. Damian was happy to see that the blood he spotted in the corner of Tim's mouth was gone and hopefully, it doesn't return.
"D'mian?" Tim asked, his voice slurred a little.
"Drake," Damian returned.
"Can you 'all me by my n'me?" Tim asked.
"Timothy."
He smiled. His white teeth were covered in blood.
'How could Father not be worried about this?' Damian couldn't help but think.
Damian walked out of the house and sat on the doorstep as he waited for Jason to turn up.
Not long Jason pulled up in a red car that matched his Red Hood helmet.
Damian got off the ground and brushed off the dirt that wasn't on his pants. Getting in the car Damian buckled up and waited for Jason to drive.
"So, why are you doing this for Tim?" Jason asked.
"I am simply concerned," Damian told him.
"Okay, but he just got his wisdom teeth removed," Jason explained.
"That is what Father said as well. I have spotted blood coming from his mouth though."
"That's normal," Jason pointed out.
Damian turned to Jason and looked at him like he was crazy.
"That is not normal, Todd. Blood needs to be inside your body. If it's not that is not a good thing," Damian pushed for Jason to understand.
Jason just sighed and let the topic drop.
Feeling like he got through to Jason, Damian pulled out his phone and called a number he thought he would never have to call.
The person answered the phone too fast.
"Barry speaking."
"Good evening, Mister Allen. Is Bartholomew there?" Damian asked.
"Oh hi, Damian. Sure let me just get him," Barry told him.
It didn't take long for Bart to pick up the phone.
"Sup, Damian? What's going on? You never call me. To be honest, I don't think we ever spoke before even though I am dating your brother but oh well must be some kind of coincidence," Bart greeted.
Damian blinked trying to process what just was said.
After Damian worked it out he said, "you need to head to Wayne Manor. Timothy isn't right and has requested his boyfriends to be there. I am getting Dowd now."
"I'll be there as quickly as I can," Bart said, then hung up.
Damian put the phone back into his pocket and waited for Jason to ask a question he knew Jason would want to ask.
"Why do you have The Flash's number?" There it was the question.
"I have all the Justice League numbers. Just in case of emergencies. Never thought I would call The Flash. He was always my last option," Damian explained.
"Shit, he is below Green Arrow," Jason laughed.
Damian ignored him trying to think of a way to get Bernard out of work.
Arriving at the hospital, Damian got out of the car.
"You have done what I need you to do. You are now free to go. Thank you, Todd. I owe you," Damian said.
"I'll see you later. Wanna check how high Tim is," Jason told him.
With that Jason drove away, clearly not doing the speed limit.
Damian took a deep breath and softened his features. He walked into the hospital, fidgeting with his fingers as he looked around at the pure white walls and the injured people that were in the waiting room.
"Hi Sweetie, is everything okay?" The Reception asked, once Damian was close enough.
Damian nodded.
"I need to talk to a worker here. His name is Bernard Dowd," Damian whispered the whole sentences as if he was shy.
"Who are you, Sweetie?" She asked.
"Damian Wayne."
"Do you want me to call your dad?" She asked, trying not to seem phase by the fact that Bruce Wayne's son was right in front of her.
Damian frowned. He did not ask for her to call his father. He wanted Dowd.
"No, I just really need Mister Dowd. He is dating my big brother and it's very important," Damian explained.
The Reception sighed but called in for Bernard.
Damian waited for Bernard, it wasn't a long wait until Bernard walked in.
Right away he spotted Damian.
"Everything okay?" Bernard asked Damian.
Damian shook his head, "Something is wrong with Timothy."
Bernard frown deepened, "what's happened," he asked.
"He has blood coming from his mouth. Father said he is fine but I do not believe that. He has requested to see you and Bartholomew," Damian explained.
Bernard bit his lip in thought.
"Can you hang on for a second? I need to talk to my boss." With that Bernard left Damian in the waiting room.
Damian didn't understand this was a family emergency. Bernard should be able to leave work.
A few minutes later Bernard walked back out but with a bag that was over his shoulder.
"The boss said it was okay since we have extra people to cover the hour I'm missing and since it's a family emergency," Bernard explained.
"Good."
Damian and Bernard walked to the parking lot where they got into Bernard's car and finally headed back to the manor.
Getting home Damian could finally relax. He had done what Tim had requested.
Going inside with Bernard behind him, Damian could hear that Bart was already here.
He came speeding to where they were and was talking to Bernard at almost top speed.
"Oh, Bernard, he is so cute when high. Tim just wants cuddles."
Damian frowned, Tim wasn't cute. He actively had blood coming from his mouth. That's not cute that deadly.
Instead of being concerned Bernard just smiled and followed Bart.
Tim was in the same spot from when Damian left.
Bart and Bernard walked over to Tim and helped him sit up so they could sit on either side of him. Both made sure to wrap their arms around their boyfriend.
"T'ank, Dami," Tim mumbled.
"Can I speak with you for a second Damian?" Bruce, who was still in the room asked.
"Of course, Father."
Following Bruce to the study, Damian waited for him to take a seat on the other side of the desk but he never did.
"Can you tell me what's going through your head?" Bruce asked.
"Timothy is injured. He has blood coming from his mouth. That is never a good sign, Father," Damian explained.
Bruce pulled Damian into a hug.
"It's okay, son. As I said Tim just had some wisdom teeth taken out. Blood will be expected but it's not coming from anything important just his gums from where they came out. Tim will be okay," Bruce kissed Damian's head.
"So it's not deadly?" Damian asked, his voice shaking a little.
"No, it's not deadly. I'm very proud of you for looking out for Tim," Bruce told him.
"I was happy to assist in any way I could."
They continued to hug until Damian was the first one to break it.
"Come on, let's go check on Tim and his boyfriends," Bruce suggested.
Walking back to the living room, they saw that Tim changed his position so that he was laying across Bart's and Bernard's lap.
Bernard was playing with Tim's hair and Bart quietly rubbed Tim's feet. Tim hummed happily from finally getting what he wanted since getting his wisdom teeth removed. Cuddles from his boyfriends.
Just from this Damian knew Tim would be okay.
THE END