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Tim's had bad cramps before. Once during his training with the LOA while he was trying to find Bruce he got poison. The toxin caused painful cramps in his stomach that left him in a a ball unsure he would survive. Upon awaking a few hours later after passing out he found himself a survivor. After that day he made sure to thoroughly check his food before consumption in the case of tampery.
This leaves him with this dilemma. He's only picked at what Alfred gave him for breakfast, simple eggs and toast.
The rest of the day he felt sick and as the day progressed rolling cramps started and then started to get worse. From his back to his front and down his thighs the pain hit and lasted what felt like hours. All he could do was just lay in bed in a pile of pillows and hope to die. It had to be some type of flu, a stomach bug, a norovirus. ‘maybe the eggs went bad or something’ he questioned himself
Tim tried to distract himself, as he usually did. Right now his best friend, who's also his secret boyfriend, is across the galaxy with Kara and some members of the Green Lantern Corp helping with a disaster of some sort in another world. Apparently it needed to be on the downlow, so Tim never figured out what exactly happened. This was almost 7 months ago. Tim terribly missed his best friend. It's been hard, Bruce would invite Clark and Jon over and for a second he would confuse Clark for Kon. Right now all he wanted was Kon. He wanted Kon to cuddle him, and hold him to his chest like the last time Tim was sick. Right now, Tim knew Kon would've been comforting him as the wave of the bug came and went.
A familiar knock of one Alfred Pennyworth tapped against the Old door of his home. Pulling Tim out of his thoughts. If Tim was at 100% he would've been able to hear Alfred a few doors down.
“Master Timothy, dinner is ready, will you be joining us?” Alfred's voice sounded of concern. Alfred knocked on his door for lunch too, but Tim told him in a groan that he wasn't hungry and was busy in hope to not worry the Oldman and in hope that this sickness will just disappear.
“ Sorry Alfred, I still feel sick. I believe it might be a bug. It might be best if we toss the eggs.” Tim called through the door. ‘It had to be a bug. With the cramps, the light fever, nausea, random hot flashes. A flu probably?’ Tim reassured himself.
“Well okay, Master Timothy, be sure to drink lots of water. I'll check on you at 11pm after the patrol is set up. If you are still feeling sick I require you to venture to the medbay for a proper analysis. ” Tim felt the care through the door from Alfred’s British voice. Turning over to the alarm clock on his side table it currently read 8:32pm, an early dinner.
“Alfred, I'll be okay, don't worry about me.” Tim tried to brush off Alfred's worry.
“Well Master Timothy may I remind you that you are missing an important organ to help fight the icks.” Tim appreciated the little bit of humor in Alfred's voice through the other side of the door.
“For now try to get some more rest,”
“Okay Alfred, I'll try to get some more rest. “ Tim repeated as he groaned when another cramp claimed his insides with a turn.
After the hard pain in his middle calmed down some, Tim tried to rest some more. After a half hour of curling and uncurling from the ball. He felt flush and too hot, the imagery and phantom feels of cool water flowing down his face felt like a dream.
With that thought, he decided a cool shower could be nice to cool down the heat. Getting up on wobbly feet Tim made the slow steps to the on-suite bathroom. His body felt so torn and heavy. From his head, to arms, and legs. His belly felt exceptionally heavy. Holding on the door frame, Tim grinded his teeth as another cramp overtook his insides, the pain was unreal. After 30 seconds or so the pain released him, allowing him to complete his mission of a shower
Seeing his reflection in the mirror, his normally pale complexion was even more pale, his lips red, puffy and bit. It almost reminded him of a ghost. His clothes, a superboy T-shirt and basketball shorts, were sticking to his moist skin. His hair was also a sticky mess of sweat.
Taking his clothes off seemed unreasonably long, but as soon as the cold stream of the shower hit his hot skin he felt the fever cool some. Standing was a chore so Tim opted for the easy route and sat down in the middle of the shower stream with his knees to his chest. Just when Tim hoped for this sickness to be cured he felt an even worse cramp, causing him to yelp.
“When the fuck will this end, My God.” Tim cursed, wrapping his arms tightly around his stomach. As soon as the pain dissipated, drowsiness called him in, feeling some minor relief as the cool stream rolled down his face.
The rest was short lived as another cramp hit along with an ease in pressure release. Tim's eyes had flown open, wondering if he had just peed himself. He sat up feeling pressure down his pelvis, and looked down to a bloody mess between his nude legs. Oh he was definitely dying. This was no stomach bug. His insides were dissolving. When he is found by Alfred, Tim will be found dead with scrambled insides
Another painful pressure increased spiking throughout his stomach and pelvis. Tim felt a groan of pain escape his lips, as he felt a sharp tearing pain from his rear. With one shaky hand, he felt down to his privates past his junk, he found the ring to his exit puffy and stretched around something soft and lightly hairy.
“What the hell?” Tim whimpered out as another cramp overtake his body. He felt the need to push out what was trapped inside, this was not natural. His brain was in a fog and his face was heated up from stress. Tears were washed away as the cool water rain down his face.
Tim sat up weakly getting his knee underneath himself, grabbing the safety handles on the side of the shower to remain sitting up. He barred down as another cramp spasmed through his stomach. Streams of red followed down the drain underneath him.
Reaching his hand down he felt the soft hair push down. His brain barely registered the small face he felt as the head pushed out. A baby. He was having a baby. A baby as a biological male. This is a nightmare, a fever dream, he will soon wake up in his bed. Another cramp, contraction reminded him that this was real life.
The last person he was with was Kon. This was Kon's fault. This must be a kryptonian thing. He knew kryptonians were compatible with humans, as Jon was created. He had no clue that this could happen. Does even Clark know? maybe Kara. Tim's thought soon shifted as another contraction overtook his body.
After the cramp, Tim tried to pull the memories of the video on how to deliver a baby that Alfred recommended in case they had to deliver on the field. He never thought the information would be useful as he usually could just look up what he needed on the spot with his gauntlets. Sadly, right now he has no gauntlets at the moment. He was also a biological male, and men typically don't give birth.
Holding the head, he felt another contraction come on. Tim remembered something about feeling around the neck for a cord. He rubbed with weak fingers around the neck feeling no core to find. Reaching back up to the bar with the hand not holding the head and bore down once again. The squat position helped everything move down.
He yelped as one shoulder popped free letting another stream of blood pour out of him. With weak eyelids, he watched as bloody water washed down the drain.
Another cramp came and went with little progress, but as the next one came not long after Tim knew he needed to push hard. Pushing hard the other shoulder was free. ‘Just one more push’ he thought he managed to use his one hand to hold the neck and shoulders.
The next contraction blood poured out of him as the baby came free. Tim let loose the safety rail and held the baby in both arms. A long fleshy cord connected him to his newborn.
“Holy Fuck, Kon.” He cursed his boyfriend. The baby began to flail and let out a loud cry as the cool water touched its unclothed skin. Whether it was maternal or not, Tim let out a cry himself seeing the far too small infant. The water pouring on him clean was coming off him red with blood.
He couldn't do it. The baby was out, but he was still bleeding. He couldn't remember what else he needed to do. Leaving the water on, Tim shakily stood up and got out of the shower. His towel he used yesterday was on the floor, reaching down and he managed to wrap it poorly around his and the baby's body.
He needed to get to Alfred and the medbay. Tim knew he was bleeding too much to be healthy and with his missing spleen he was even more in danger.
His legs felt so numb leaving the bathroom. Looking at his alarm clock it read 10:26 pm. Alfred and the others would now be in the cave getting ready for patrol. Tim didn't feel anything, but the need for help as the tiny baby cried. Everything hurt, his head, his chest, his stomach, his private knees.
Tim could feel the blood trickle down his legs, most definitely staining the hallway rug that's been in the Wayne family for generations. His voice rasped a curse pushing the heavy door to the office. Looking at the door-nob red fluid that was on his hand was also smeared on it.
Turning the clock dial seemed to take forever with one hand trying to sooth a wailing Infant. The clock eventually opened letting him limp in. Tim has never been more grateful that Bruce had installed an elevator into the clock entrance.
Tim leaned on the metal gated walls and felt himself fall to the floor. He clutch his baby close to his chest as he did so. Its little fist hit his chest for a bit, till it seemed to lessen it's crying to a whimper
He felt the elevator open revealing its contents to everyone in the cave. A spike of nausea hit him. Turning to one side, he threw up nothing but bile.
“Hey Tim-Holy shit, Timmy. ALFRED GET OVER HERE!” a familiar voice of his second eldest brother called, alerting everyone to his and his baby's naked body. His vision faded in and out. Tim felt his body get weightless as Jason picked him up.
“Holy Shit, that's a baby. What the hell.” Jason called out rushing over to the bright lights of the Medbay.
“Oh Dear.” From Alfred was the last thing Tim heard, as darkness took him over.