fic: Beware of Wet Floors
Title: Beware of Wet Floors
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Dick/Roy/Tim
Summary: It started out for a want for attention, it ended up so much more.
Word Count: 1166
Warnings: slight angst, fluff
A/N: written for my hurt/comfort bingo card using the prompt accident.
It was an accident. Tim didn't mean for it to happen. He always thought he was smarter than to let something like this happen. He didn't really mean to fall in love. First there was Dick. Charming, charismatic Dick, who first flew on the trapeze and then later over the roof and towers of Gotham City. Then there was Roy. Sexy, sharp-eyed Roy, who was much more level headed than people gave him credit for. He didn't plan it. It was an accident, like slipping on a wet floor. Besides, they were together. They were in love and Tim was happy for them.
There were times though,that Tim just wanted a little bit of their attention. Was that a bad thing? So when he saw Dick and Roy hanging out in the gym Tim couldn't resist showing off a little as he sparred against Kara. It wasn't Kara's fault that Tim tried to flip her and ended up spraining his wrist.
Dick and Roy were over in a second. Dick knelt by Tim, wrapping his arms around Tim's shoulders as Roy grabbed the first aid kit and slowly looked at the hurt wrist. Gently he made sure no bones were broken, before wrapping Tim's wrist with a bandage. “Got to be more careful than that little bird,” Roy admonished softly. “Kryptonians don't flip so easy.”
Tim gave a tight smile. “Maybe not. Good reminder for me not to show off in the future.”
Dick's soft warm voice caressed Tim's ear, he could feel Dick's lips turn up into a grin. “Showing off little brother? Trying to get our attention?
Tim couldn't speak around the lump in his throat and all he could think of was escaping. So with a twist of his shoulders he was out of Dick's arms and out of the gym before Dick and Roy really knew what was happening.
It didn't take Tim long at all to get to his room in the Tower and locked the door and sink down on his bed. His hands shook as he covered his face with them. How did things get so out of control? He only wanted a bit of their interest and if he had just stayed he could have brushed it off as joke, couldn't he have? Now they'll ask questions and brushing it off would only make them curious, and what would be the result? Hidden laughter or perhaps pity, Tim would prefer the laughter. It's not like he had never been laughed at before. For them to pity him though . .
* * * *
His emotions and exhaustion got the better of Tim. He found himself laying down on his bed, his face mashed up in his pillow. What had woken him was the sound of his door being open. On instinct his sprained hand reached out for his bo staff. Which he dropped instantly with a sound that was between a whimper and a curse.
“Hey, hey be careful with that hand,” Roy chided as he sat down on the bed and gently took the offending appendage. “I'm not sure I got it wrapped well enough before you left.”
“Roy? What . . what are you doing here?” Tim asked in confusion as Roy went to check on the bandage.
“It was an accident,” Dick piped up as he shut the door behind him. “For some reason my lock picking tools got stuck in it and the only way to get them out was too completely unlock the door.”
“It's true,” Roy chimed in. “I saw it happen. Complete accident.”
“You . . . you shouldn't have done that,” Tim said softly as he determinedly avoided looking at either of them.
“Yeah we should have,” Dick said quietly. “Though maybe we should have come sooner.”
“What does that mean?
“It means I need to stop listening to Dick when he says we should back off,” Roy said. Tim looked down and saw Roy wasn't even making a pretense of checking Tim's bandage, just simply holding Tim's hand in his. “Look Tim . . . oh man how do I even start this?'
“We love you Tim and we know you feel the same about us,” Dick simply stated.
Tim tore his eyes away from his and Roy's joined hands and looked up at Dick. “What?!”
Dick at least had the curtsey to look sheepish as he took a few steps closer to Tim and Roy. “You Timothy Jackson Drake, are quiet, reserved, breath taking intelligent and you had us wrapped around your finger for a very long time. You seemed skittish about the idea though so we thought. .” Roy gave a forceful clearing of his throat at that, “I thought,” Dick corrected as he gave Roy a look. “I thought we'd let you set the pace. You'd come to us when the time was right.”
“Except the time was never right,” Roy continued. “At least you never acted like it would be. Don't get me wrong, we liked you showing off for us. Really really liked that, but our happily ever after just seemed to have been put on hold.”
“What changed? What made you follow?” Tim asked quietly, his eyes darting everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
“You got hurt and we got to take care of you” Dick said as if it was the best thing ever. He finished walking over to the bed and knelt down at Tim's feet.
“Not that you getting hurt is good,” Roy clarified, “but us taking care of you. Well that was nice.”
“But then you ran away,” Dick said. “You should never have to run from us. Not from us. We should have told you how we felt. You shouldn't have had to question your place with us.”
“I . . I mean I don't . . “ Tim tried to say around the lump in his throat.
“We're not giving you up, just so you know.” Roy said as he wrapped his arm around Tim's waist.
“But you two . . .you're together. I can't . .” Tim tried.
“Can't help who you fall in love with,” Dick countered. “And there's room in my heart for the both of you.”
Roy laid a soft kiss on Tim's head, “Mine too little bird.”
Tim made something like a humming noise as he tried not to look like he was leaning into Roy, his fingers darting in to push back the hair behind his ear. “So love is some uncontrollable force that we're at the mercy of?'
“Pretty much,” Roy grinned.
“Like slipping on a wet floor,” Tim whispered.
“Only difference is we're here to catch you,” Dick whispered as he kissed Tim for the first time.
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Dick/Roy/Tim
Summary: It started out for a want for attention, it ended up so much more.
Word Count: 1166
Warnings: slight angst, fluff
A/N: written for my hurt/comfort bingo card using the prompt accident.
It was an accident. Tim didn't mean for it to happen. He always thought he was smarter than to let something like this happen. He didn't really mean to fall in love. First there was Dick. Charming, charismatic Dick, who first flew on the trapeze and then later over the roof and towers of Gotham City. Then there was Roy. Sexy, sharp-eyed Roy, who was much more level headed than people gave him credit for. He didn't plan it. It was an accident, like slipping on a wet floor. Besides, they were together. They were in love and Tim was happy for them.
There were times though,that Tim just wanted a little bit of their attention. Was that a bad thing? So when he saw Dick and Roy hanging out in the gym Tim couldn't resist showing off a little as he sparred against Kara. It wasn't Kara's fault that Tim tried to flip her and ended up spraining his wrist.
Dick and Roy were over in a second. Dick knelt by Tim, wrapping his arms around Tim's shoulders as Roy grabbed the first aid kit and slowly looked at the hurt wrist. Gently he made sure no bones were broken, before wrapping Tim's wrist with a bandage. “Got to be more careful than that little bird,” Roy admonished softly. “Kryptonians don't flip so easy.”
Tim gave a tight smile. “Maybe not. Good reminder for me not to show off in the future.”
Dick's soft warm voice caressed Tim's ear, he could feel Dick's lips turn up into a grin. “Showing off little brother? Trying to get our attention?
Tim couldn't speak around the lump in his throat and all he could think of was escaping. So with a twist of his shoulders he was out of Dick's arms and out of the gym before Dick and Roy really knew what was happening.
It didn't take Tim long at all to get to his room in the Tower and locked the door and sink down on his bed. His hands shook as he covered his face with them. How did things get so out of control? He only wanted a bit of their interest and if he had just stayed he could have brushed it off as joke, couldn't he have? Now they'll ask questions and brushing it off would only make them curious, and what would be the result? Hidden laughter or perhaps pity, Tim would prefer the laughter. It's not like he had never been laughed at before. For them to pity him though . .
* * * *
His emotions and exhaustion got the better of Tim. He found himself laying down on his bed, his face mashed up in his pillow. What had woken him was the sound of his door being open. On instinct his sprained hand reached out for his bo staff. Which he dropped instantly with a sound that was between a whimper and a curse.
“Hey, hey be careful with that hand,” Roy chided as he sat down on the bed and gently took the offending appendage. “I'm not sure I got it wrapped well enough before you left.”
“Roy? What . . what are you doing here?” Tim asked in confusion as Roy went to check on the bandage.
“It was an accident,” Dick piped up as he shut the door behind him. “For some reason my lock picking tools got stuck in it and the only way to get them out was too completely unlock the door.”
“It's true,” Roy chimed in. “I saw it happen. Complete accident.”
“You . . . you shouldn't have done that,” Tim said softly as he determinedly avoided looking at either of them.
“Yeah we should have,” Dick said quietly. “Though maybe we should have come sooner.”
“What does that mean?
“It means I need to stop listening to Dick when he says we should back off,” Roy said. Tim looked down and saw Roy wasn't even making a pretense of checking Tim's bandage, just simply holding Tim's hand in his. “Look Tim . . . oh man how do I even start this?'
“We love you Tim and we know you feel the same about us,” Dick simply stated.
Tim tore his eyes away from his and Roy's joined hands and looked up at Dick. “What?!”
Dick at least had the curtsey to look sheepish as he took a few steps closer to Tim and Roy. “You Timothy Jackson Drake, are quiet, reserved, breath taking intelligent and you had us wrapped around your finger for a very long time. You seemed skittish about the idea though so we thought. .” Roy gave a forceful clearing of his throat at that, “I thought,” Dick corrected as he gave Roy a look. “I thought we'd let you set the pace. You'd come to us when the time was right.”
“Except the time was never right,” Roy continued. “At least you never acted like it would be. Don't get me wrong, we liked you showing off for us. Really really liked that, but our happily ever after just seemed to have been put on hold.”
“What changed? What made you follow?” Tim asked quietly, his eyes darting everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
“You got hurt and we got to take care of you” Dick said as if it was the best thing ever. He finished walking over to the bed and knelt down at Tim's feet.
“Not that you getting hurt is good,” Roy clarified, “but us taking care of you. Well that was nice.”
“But then you ran away,” Dick said. “You should never have to run from us. Not from us. We should have told you how we felt. You shouldn't have had to question your place with us.”
“I . . I mean I don't . . “ Tim tried to say around the lump in his throat.
“We're not giving you up, just so you know.” Roy said as he wrapped his arm around Tim's waist.
“But you two . . .you're together. I can't . .” Tim tried.
“Can't help who you fall in love with,” Dick countered. “And there's room in my heart for the both of you.”
Roy laid a soft kiss on Tim's head, “Mine too little bird.”
Tim made something like a humming noise as he tried not to look like he was leaning into Roy, his fingers darting in to push back the hair behind his ear. “So love is some uncontrollable force that we're at the mercy of?'
“Pretty much,” Roy grinned.
“Like slipping on a wet floor,” Tim whispered.
“Only difference is we're here to catch you,” Dick whispered as he kissed Tim for the first time.