Dick’d just gotten back from a rather exhausting patrol and was looking forward to sleeping for the rest of his life. Flopping down onto the bed with a long sigh, he shifted a little to get comfortable, and promptly started dozing, not even bothering to peel the Nightwing uniform off.
He groaned when his phone buzzed traitorously, rolling over onto his other side to try and ignore the sound. And, for a second, it worked. The silence returned and Dick was on the cusp of sleep when it buzzed again. And again. And again. And again.
With a drawn-out whine that was almost as pitiful as a kicked puppy’s, Dick lifted his hundred-pound head and reached for the phone on his nightstand, missing once or twice before actually grabbing it.
The brightness was mercifully low when he turned it on and Dick squinted at the screen to read the messages he’d gotten.
All eight messages--Lord God--were from Tim.
Frowning, Dick unlocked his phone and opened the thread.
Timmy: d i need to ask you somthing
Timmy: dick
Timmy: dick
Timmy: diiiiiick
Timmy: dick pleeease
Timmy: i’d text Jason but he blocked meee
Timmy: diiiiiiiiiiiccccckkkkkkkk
Timmy: wait reading these out of context would be a bad thing
Amused, Dick snorted, typing out his reply.
Dick: What’d you need, Tim?
He’d just put his head back on the pillow when the phone buzzed again and Dick had to suppress the sigh that was his knee-jerk response as he turned his phone back on.
Timmy: it’s important i swear
Raising a brow and straightening, Dick frowned a little. If it were capes related, Tim would have called. If it had to do with WE, Tim would have capitalized the first letters of his sentences.
Dick: What’s up little bro?
Timmy: why when people ask what three things you would bring on a desert island nobody says a boat and a map?
Dick blinked in surprise, a little confused now.
Maybe it was his sleep-slow brain, but that... Didn’t seem all that important.
Also, what?
Dick: what
Timmy: what shape is the sky?!
Dick: w h a t
Timmy: dO PENGUINS HAVE KNEES?
He’d woken up. For this.
Expression void of emotion and probably resembling an exhausted zombie’s, Dick typed another message.
Dick: tim go to sleep what the fuck
Timmy: IS A HOTDOG A SANDWICH????
Timmy: DOES A STRAW HAVE TWO HOLES OR ONE????
Timmy: IS CEREAL CONSIDERED SOUP
Timmy: IS WATER WET
Dick: tim i swear to god
The shit Dick had to put up with.
He was completely void of emotion when he turned his phone off, placed it on the nightstand again, and flopped back down onto the bed to sleep.