fic 'A Spoon Full of Sugar

[darthbatgirl]

Title: A Spoon Full of Sugar

Author: darthbatgirl

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Characters: Roy/Tim

Summary: Roy makes sure Tim takes care of himself whether he wants it or not.

Word Count: hurt/comfort

Warnings: 614

A/N: written for the Roy/Tim love feast. Uses the prompt of 'when you just can't get out of bed in the morning' given bythe_protagonist 

 

 

 

 

Sunlight streamed into Tim's bedroom and he just groaned as he opened his eyes. Slowly and stiffly he sat up and immediately wished he hadn't. The night before he had spent the night chasing after a meta with super strength and gotten pretty much pummeled all over Gotham, and now it was an effort just to sit up.

 

Slowly Tim swung his legs over the side of the bed and the room just spun. Tim groaned pathetic as he buried his face in his hands, just wishing he could go back to sleep.

 

“You look like you've been kicked all over town little bird.”

 

Tim peered through his fingers to see Roy standing in the door way holding a tray with what looked like toast and a cup of coffee.

 

“Yeah . . .it wasn't a good night,” Tim said, trying not to sound as if he was as hurt as much as he was.

 

“So how many brick walls were you thrown into?” Roy asked as he placed the tray on the nightstand and sat down next Tim.

 

“Too many, and that's not counting the sides of cars I was tossed into, or the windshields, or the dumpster I ended up in.”

 

Roy made a face as he trailed a finger down Tim's arm, careful not press on any of the bruises there. “Ya know you have this pal that goes flying around wearing a T-shirt with a great big “S” on it.”

 

Tim scrunched up his nose,”I'm not going to call up Kon every time I face off against a meta.”

 

“Why not? It would make me not worry so much,” Roy muttered.

 

“Fine. Then you're going to call Superman up when you go up against one?”

 

“ . . . . . okay you have a point there.” Roy said with a sigh. Tim leaned up against Roy, laying his head on Roy's shoulder. “Sorry to make you worry.”

 

“It's okay,” Roy murmured as he buried his nose in Tim's hair. “I wouldn't want it any other way. I love you.”

 

Tim smiled and turned his face up to kiss Roy softly on the lips before he gingerly got up. “Love you too,” he whispered.

 

“Hey where do you think you're going?' Roy asked as he pulled Tim back down to the bed.

 

Tim fell back into the blankets and pillows with a wince, “It's called work. I've got reports to give approval on and a meeting with the fiance committee.”

 

“Nope not today,” Roy said as he pulled the blankets up over Tim. “Today you're staying in bed, and tomorrow, and probably the day after that.”

 

“I can't!” Tim said as he struggled to sit up.

 

Roy frowned at the ease at which he kept Tim down. “Yeah you are little bird, and I'm going to tell you why. I've talked to your brothers and sisters AND Alfred.. We all decided that if you so much as stick your little toe outside before I say so Jason and Damian get to give you a beat down that will make what happened last night look like a sensual massage.”

 

“But Roy!”

 

“Nuh-uh,” Roy said as he crawled up on the bed, pushing Tim further down on the bed. “You're going to get better and I'm going to take care of you”

 

“And I've got no say in the matter huh,” Tim asked as he propped himself up with a pillow.

 

“Yep.”

 

“Okay, but you're staying with me,” Tim smirked as he pulled Roy down next to him.

 

 

 



Comments

[senmut]

Aww so sweet.