Author: frozen water droplet PM
A series of drabbles featuring Batman's five Robins and their ever-changing dynamics. Occasional slash! T FOR NOW. Accepting requests!Rated: Fiction T - English - Family - Chapters: 11 - Words: 33,953 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 46 - Follows: 47 - Updated: 10-06-12 - Published: 03-05-12 - id: 7898435
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Title: A Warm Bed
Category: Fluff, Family
Pairing: Little bit of Dick/Jay
Summary: Damian wakes up from a terrible nightmare, and Dick and Jason drag them into their bed for some cuddles.
A/N: So, so sorry for not updating in forever! Life's been stressful recently. I'm still working on the sequel to 3 Robins, but I'm having a hard time with it. I have a lot of almost-completed drabbles waiting in the wings, though! Little bit of backstory: Damian ran away from Bruce for whatever reason and started living with Dick and Jason. Now he has two daddies looking out for him.
Damian startled awake, gasping and panting. Sweat plastered his short hair to his forehead. After a moment of staring at the wall with wide, shocked blue eyes, Damian buried his head in his hands and began to cry. Sobs wracked his body and warm tears soaked his clammy palms.
Dick stumbled sleepily out of his and Jason's room, throat dry and in search of water. He trudged towards the kitchen. He stopped when he heard the sound of broken and unsteady breathing.
"Damian?" Dick called quietly, searching the darkness for the ten year-old.
The man finally managed to fumble about and switch the lamp on.
As the golden light flooded the room, Dick's heart wrenched at the sight before him. Damian was curled into a ball on the couch he normally slept on, weeping.
"Oh, little D," Dick said softly.
Damian hesitantly lifted his head, looking at his big brother's sympathetic features. Dick gestured for Damian to stand up. Damian complied, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, trying futilely to get rid of the evidence. Dick frowned and pulled the younger into a tight hug. Damian stood rigidly, not giving in to the comfort.
"It's okay to cry," Dick whispered.
Damian paused, but then fisted the light blue material of Dick's t-shirt and resumed sobbing quietly. Dick soon felt the wetness of tears through thin fabric, but he didn't mind.
"Did you have a nightmare?" The first Robin asked, bringing his hand up to stroke Damian's messy hair.
Damian nodded against his brother's chest.
"Do you want to tell me what it was about?"
"M-my mother a-and father and g-grandfather were there," the current Robin whispered, hiccupping. "And they-they said I was worthless, and a bad R-robin, and that I was un-unforgivable because I've killed people."
Dick's heart broke. Partially because Damian had heard those accusations in real life before. Those were the worst kind of nightmares; the ones that brought up terrible memories and twisted them to make them even worse. He still had nightmares of his parents falling, except it often wasn't his parents, it was Jason or Damian or Tim or Barbra or Wally.
"I know just how to make it better," Dick promised.
The pair extracted themselves from their embrace. Dick's hand curled around Damian's small one, half-expecting the boy to protest. Damian didn't, deciding to indulge in the comfort it brought him.
Dick gently led the young boy down the dark hallway. The older man pushed the slightly ajar bedroom door open and tugged Damian in with him. They both stood in front of the king-sized bed with tangled sheets.
"Dick…?" Jason mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. The white sheet fell away from him as he sat up, revealing his bare chest.
"Damian had a nightmare," Dick explained.
Damian felt suddenly very self-conscious. His eyes were red from crying and his hair looked like something was nesting in it.
Jason's face softened as he saw Damian's cheeks turn red. "It's okay, Little D. Every Robin has nightmares. It's pretty much in the job description. To be honest, I still have nightmares. So do Bruce and Dick."
Dick nodded solemnly in agreement.
"I guess my point is that you shouldn't be ashamed to have nightmares," Jason finished.
Dick swept Damian up into his arms – and Damian definitely did not let out an undignified squeak – and carefully tossed the boy onto the soft bed. Dick slid into bed next to Damian, putting Damian between the first and second Robin.
"And you shouldn't be ashamed to cuddle with your big brothers," Dick added.
Jason chuckled softly before wrapping an arm around the young boy's waist and pulling him to his chest. Jason's chest was warm and solid against Damian's back and the man's chin rested in his hair. And, really, Damian should've known how much Jason enjoyed being the big spoon after living with him for so long.
Dick squirmed closer to the pair and threw his arm over both Damian and Jason. Hand splayed out against Jason's back, Dick shuffled so close that the trio was forced to tangle their legs together as to not make their positions incredibly uncomfortable. Damian rested his head on Dick's arm, using it as pillow.
Dick dipped his head down to press a kiss to Damian's forehead. The boy flushed bright red.
"Night, Dami," he murmured.
Dick then tilted his head up to peck Jason on the lips over Damian's head.
"Night, Jason," Nightwing said softly.
"Sweet dreams, Dick," Jason replied, drowsiness causing him to slur slightly.
"Goodnight, Grayson," Damian said quietly.
The two older men fell asleep quickly, if their light snores were any indication. Damian smiled slightly. He wasn't much of a "cuddler" but he was… pleased by the warmth radiating off of his brothers. The innocent and comforting touch made him feel like he really had a family. Who would've thought? Damian Wayne calling Dick Grayson and Jason Todd his "family." They'd earned it, Damian decided. The couple had taught him more about the world—and himself—than he'd believed conceivable. They treated him like he was one of the most important things in their worlds, and Damian hadn't really ever had that. It was… nice. To be wanted. To have a place where it is okay to be yourself; where it is okay to have nightmares. Where it is okay to love and be loved in return.
The next morning, the trio was reluctant to detangle themselves from the soft sheets, because the warm bodies beside them made them exceedingly content—more so than they'd ever thought possible.
A/N: Sorry, that was a bit rushed, but I really wanted to post something. I feel bad making you guys wait forever. But, summer's coming up and that will be perfect writing time, so yay! Also, has anyone been watching Young Justice? Season 2, wow. I was really happy with it. Anyway, I could use some requests! Got any Robin you'd really like to see? Any plot bunnies bugging you? Reviews are always, always appreciated.