[Young Justice] Bedtime Story
bedtime story
kon, bart, tim
young justice
a/n: inspired by a picture drawn in last nights Julie's livestream.
Tim isn't a stranger to being hurt. It's a necessary evil that comes with the job. He knew this when he came up with the plan to become the new Robin. Now sometimes it hurt more then others- he'd gotten used to bullet wounds but broken bones still made him woozy. He wondered what type of person he'd be when he finally could deal with even that.
The fall had been a mistake all his own, Tim had never been the type of person to blame anyone needlessly. It was easier to accept his own faults, his own mistakes and work to either fix them or make sure they never happened again. It's what kept him sharp, kept his logical mind working.
He'd been lucky that there had been a lake or he'd probably have broken more then just his collarbone from the stray swipe he should have dodged. It had hurt, but it hadn't killed him and wasn't the saying 'That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger?'
Tim had already analyzed the fight when he'd woken up in his bed, bandaged and sore. He knew when he should have dodged and what he'd done wrong which would help him never do it again. With the hard part over, he'd resigned himself to an evening of catching up on reading or notes. Bruce had forbade him from touching anything Robin related until at least the bone had set properly. There was a stack of books next to the bed within easy reach, some that Alfred had left and others that Dick had added to the pile when he'd come to visit with that strained look on his face. Everyone always treated him just a bit more careful, they tended to get a little more worried. Tim understood this was all because of Jason's death, which had hit them all hard.
It was a special surprise when Kon had appeared at the window of his bedroom, carrying Bart who had been waving at super speed, their expressions had been a mix of excited and worried.
Just one look and Tim knew Kon blamed himself. The rebel hero couldn't hide his emotions nearly as well as he thought he could.
Before they're settled onto the bed with him, Alfred has brought up a plate of cookies and cocoa proving that he really was the best butler in the existence of butlers. Alfred was able to convince both Bart and Kon to spend the night with the suggestion that the company would do him good.
There's no personal bubble with them, Bart is pressed close to his side with his head resting comfortably on Tim's shoulder as he reads from the book in his lap. Peter Pan, not one of his favorites but a classic that he had enjoyed as a child. It's taken on a new meaning since he met Kon'el, which is why he pulled it out for them when they'd finished watching as many movies as they could find that didn't have a rating above PG-13.
"I can turn the page for you!" Bart announced with a smile, looking from the page back up to Tim. "I've got it Bart," Tim answered him, flipping the page carefully his voice calm as he read. When he was younger his father had read him books, it had been an exciting adventure right before bed with his father voicing pirates and even damsels in distress. Dick had tried to read to him once but had ended with them both nearly choking on laughter when Dick did the voice of a Princess in desperate need of saving; Dick had even raised his voice to seem more feminine.
Tim doesn't try to do the voices, but it doesn't take away from the look of excitement on Barts face as Tim reads out the adventures of Peter and Wendy. Bart moves closer as they get trapped on the rock, frowning when the kite can only save Wendy and looking more then a little pleased when Peter manages to survive by using the nest as a boat.
As he turns pages, Tim notices how Kon's not really paying attention like Bart is. Not that he expected the rapt attention that Bart is giving the story but one look out of his peripheral vision and he can see Kon's expression which is a careful mix of concern, annoyance and some other emotion that floats in and out of the hero's blue eyes.
He really does blame himself, Tim thinks when Bart's head finally rests fully on his shoulder, his hands stilling on Tim's chest. The boy falls asleep as quickly as he runs which brings a smile to Tim's lips.
Without Tim having to ask, Kon takes the book from him and sets it aside while Tim moves Bart so that he's resting on the third pillow in the bed, pulling the covers up to the speedsters shoulders. Snug as a bug, was the saying.
Kon has a hand on his shoulder as Tim shifts carefully so that he's facing Kon, the hand never leaving even as Tim ends up laying his head against Kons's arm. The hand travels down to his shirt front, undoing the buttons carefully as Tim watches Kon's head come to rest against the pillow the longer pieces of hair flaying out onto the soft surface.
Kon's fingers are warm when they gently touch the skin around the bandage, a frown on his lips. Kon doesn't say anything for a long time, his glance traveling over the bandages before Tim lifted a finger to push a single piece of Kon's hair from his forehead.
"I'm fine." It wasn't the complete truth, Tim knew, but he would recover in time.
"Dude," Kon starts, "Batman won't let you patrol; on a scale of one to ten on how bad you are... that's gotta be a-freakin' million!" Kon complained, that frown almost turning into an angry pout.
"Kon," Tim starts, voice barely above a whisper. "Shut up and go to sleep." The smile on his lips is hinted in his voice and Kon frowns more because of it but he doesn't complain anymore. The fingers on his shirt smooth the fabric down before glaring at Tim till he chuckles and closes his eyes.
He's vaguely aware of Bart curling closer to his back, a hand reaching out to grip the back of Tim's night shirt but he's warm and comfortable. The pain meds he took earlier when Alfred had checked in on them between movies having finally took their full effect. He'd sleep well tonight.
Before the heavy weight of unconsciousness took him, Tim was almost positive he heard Kon whisper something into his hair. Something about never not catching him again and he's sure the smile comes back to his lips.
He dreams of Flying through the air with Bart and Kon, fighting Indians and Pirates.
kon, bart, tim
young justice
a/n: inspired by a picture drawn in last nights Julie's livestream.
Tim isn't a stranger to being hurt. It's a necessary evil that comes with the job. He knew this when he came up with the plan to become the new Robin. Now sometimes it hurt more then others- he'd gotten used to bullet wounds but broken bones still made him woozy. He wondered what type of person he'd be when he finally could deal with even that.
The fall had been a mistake all his own, Tim had never been the type of person to blame anyone needlessly. It was easier to accept his own faults, his own mistakes and work to either fix them or make sure they never happened again. It's what kept him sharp, kept his logical mind working.
He'd been lucky that there had been a lake or he'd probably have broken more then just his collarbone from the stray swipe he should have dodged. It had hurt, but it hadn't killed him and wasn't the saying 'That which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger?'
Tim had already analyzed the fight when he'd woken up in his bed, bandaged and sore. He knew when he should have dodged and what he'd done wrong which would help him never do it again. With the hard part over, he'd resigned himself to an evening of catching up on reading or notes. Bruce had forbade him from touching anything Robin related until at least the bone had set properly. There was a stack of books next to the bed within easy reach, some that Alfred had left and others that Dick had added to the pile when he'd come to visit with that strained look on his face. Everyone always treated him just a bit more careful, they tended to get a little more worried. Tim understood this was all because of Jason's death, which had hit them all hard.
It was a special surprise when Kon had appeared at the window of his bedroom, carrying Bart who had been waving at super speed, their expressions had been a mix of excited and worried.
Just one look and Tim knew Kon blamed himself. The rebel hero couldn't hide his emotions nearly as well as he thought he could.
Before they're settled onto the bed with him, Alfred has brought up a plate of cookies and cocoa proving that he really was the best butler in the existence of butlers. Alfred was able to convince both Bart and Kon to spend the night with the suggestion that the company would do him good.
There's no personal bubble with them, Bart is pressed close to his side with his head resting comfortably on Tim's shoulder as he reads from the book in his lap. Peter Pan, not one of his favorites but a classic that he had enjoyed as a child. It's taken on a new meaning since he met Kon'el, which is why he pulled it out for them when they'd finished watching as many movies as they could find that didn't have a rating above PG-13.
"I can turn the page for you!" Bart announced with a smile, looking from the page back up to Tim. "I've got it Bart," Tim answered him, flipping the page carefully his voice calm as he read. When he was younger his father had read him books, it had been an exciting adventure right before bed with his father voicing pirates and even damsels in distress. Dick had tried to read to him once but had ended with them both nearly choking on laughter when Dick did the voice of a Princess in desperate need of saving; Dick had even raised his voice to seem more feminine.
Tim doesn't try to do the voices, but it doesn't take away from the look of excitement on Barts face as Tim reads out the adventures of Peter and Wendy. Bart moves closer as they get trapped on the rock, frowning when the kite can only save Wendy and looking more then a little pleased when Peter manages to survive by using the nest as a boat.
As he turns pages, Tim notices how Kon's not really paying attention like Bart is. Not that he expected the rapt attention that Bart is giving the story but one look out of his peripheral vision and he can see Kon's expression which is a careful mix of concern, annoyance and some other emotion that floats in and out of the hero's blue eyes.
He really does blame himself, Tim thinks when Bart's head finally rests fully on his shoulder, his hands stilling on Tim's chest. The boy falls asleep as quickly as he runs which brings a smile to Tim's lips.
Without Tim having to ask, Kon takes the book from him and sets it aside while Tim moves Bart so that he's resting on the third pillow in the bed, pulling the covers up to the speedsters shoulders. Snug as a bug, was the saying.
Kon has a hand on his shoulder as Tim shifts carefully so that he's facing Kon, the hand never leaving even as Tim ends up laying his head against Kons's arm. The hand travels down to his shirt front, undoing the buttons carefully as Tim watches Kon's head come to rest against the pillow the longer pieces of hair flaying out onto the soft surface.
Kon's fingers are warm when they gently touch the skin around the bandage, a frown on his lips. Kon doesn't say anything for a long time, his glance traveling over the bandages before Tim lifted a finger to push a single piece of Kon's hair from his forehead.
"I'm fine." It wasn't the complete truth, Tim knew, but he would recover in time.
"Dude," Kon starts, "Batman won't let you patrol; on a scale of one to ten on how bad you are... that's gotta be a-freakin' million!" Kon complained, that frown almost turning into an angry pout.
"Kon," Tim starts, voice barely above a whisper. "Shut up and go to sleep." The smile on his lips is hinted in his voice and Kon frowns more because of it but he doesn't complain anymore. The fingers on his shirt smooth the fabric down before glaring at Tim till he chuckles and closes his eyes.
He's vaguely aware of Bart curling closer to his back, a hand reaching out to grip the back of Tim's night shirt but he's warm and comfortable. The pain meds he took earlier when Alfred had checked in on them between movies having finally took their full effect. He'd sleep well tonight.
Before the heavy weight of unconsciousness took him, Tim was almost positive he heard Kon whisper something into his hair. Something about never not catching him again and he's sure the smile comes back to his lips.
He dreams of Flying through the air with Bart and Kon, fighting Indians and Pirates.