hc: when dick’s really stressed he will literally last on an hour or two of sleep a night and neglect to eat like, real meals. i know ur as much of a sucker for dick grayson fluff as i am, i just love the idea of his sibs being like “youre so stupid how are you still alive, even tim eats power bars before patrol and catches catnaps when he’s not working on something, why are you like this”

camsthisky:

Anonymous asked: 

“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” with Dick please?

So, sorry I took a few days to get to this headcanon. I kind of ended up turning into a 3k+ story. Hope that’s okay. Also, this is more hurt/comfort than angst, I think. There’s some fluff right there in the middle, too.

Thanks to @timdrakeothy, because without you, I don’t know if I would have had the inspiration to continue this story. I was very stuck, and you helped out without even knowing it. So thanks!

Also, thank for 500

followers (it’s almost 600 now, but I meant to get a milestone fic out ages ago when I hit 500)!

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Tim freezes, because he’d thought
he’d just heard—that’s Dick’s voice coming from down the hallway. Which means
that Dick is still awake. At four in the morning. After rough patrol that had
lasted hours longer than usual.

Well, that doesn’t spell anything good,
Tim thinks, and he creeps down the hallway to peek into Dick’s bedroom through
the small crack letting soft light spill into the hallway. Tim spots Dick
immediately, and he’s lying on the floor, one hand covering his eyes and the
other holding his phone to his ear.

“No,”
Dick says vehemently, but he’s really still and tense. He sounds exhausted,
though, and his next words come out much softer than that first one. “No. I’m
fine. Don’t—No, Wally. It’s okay. I’m used to it.”

Dick goes silent, and Tim imagines
that Wally’s talking up a storm, even at four am. But then—

“Just—chill, Wally,” Dick says into the phone. “If you don’t stop yelling
at me, I’m going to hang up. And then if you still want to yell at me you’ll
have to find a way into the manor without Bruce finding out. So just—No. No.”

There’s a pause, and Tim thinks
that he should probably start moving. This doesn’t sound like a conversation he
wants to be in the middle of. He’s just about to creep down the hallway again
towards his original destination—the
kitchen, where he’d accidentally left his laptop—when another bedroom door
opens from behind him. Tim turns around just as Damian storms out, stomping
down the hall towards Tim.

“What
is going on?” Damian hisses, doing that thing where he thinks he’s the boss of
everything and Tim is obligated to answer him. But he looks—well. He looks kind
of concerned, actually, and this is Dick.

“He and Wally are arguing about
something,” Tim says, nodding towards Dick’s bedroom, where Dick’s conversation
had turned up a couple of notches. “I don’t think he’s tried to sleep tonight,
yet, either.”

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This is SO WONDERFUL.

This Tim reads a bit more like people were writing his a couple of years ago. My favourite Tim. It’s nice. He’s dumb and learns THE WRONG LESSON from this and it delights me. Tim, watching your brother collapse from bearing the weight of the world should not lead to YOU wanting to bear the weight of the world! You’re supposed to learn about moderation, and respecting your limits.

This is both a Dick and a Tim I relate to. You got all the relationships so well.

Thank you so much for this story!