I gave Dick an allergy because I can and who's going to stop me? no one!

remember if you have an allergy to always check/ask if it has come in contact with anything such as your food, your clothes, hair dye etc because allergies are no joke 

please stay safe out there and take care of yourselves

Though his relationship with Bruce was as shaky as a table with only a tiny cocktail stick holding it up, Dick still liked to visit Gotham from time to time. He especially liked to spend time with the newest of the Robins, Tim Drake. He didn't know what it was but the kid brightened his day just that little bit. He guessed it was because Tim reminded him of himself. Smart, funny, confident. Plus he felt like he needed to get to know him. Just in case. He decided to avoid the manor and by association avoid Bruce by picking the teen up at school then taking him out to a pizzeria. He had a few coupons for it and he thought he may as well use them. Tim was just as happy to spend time with him. He was the first Robin! Not only that, but he paved the way for plenty of younger heroes. He led his own team at sixteen and he was his own established hero of his entire city. Considering Dick had begun as an acrobat in a circus, he'd certainly come a long way. Tim remembered when he was an acrobat though Dick's memory had been rather foggy of their meeting. That night's end was enough to push away anything that preceded it that wasn't related so he didn't hold it against him. Dick would always tell him stories about his time as Robin and he hardly shied away from telling him things Bruce would never mention. His favourite story was the one where Bruce lost Dick for an entire hour only to find out he'd been sitting on the chandelier watching the chaos below. Tim wished he'd been there to see it but he also liked that Dick was a lot older because he was just old enough to have a little wisdom but not old enough to say he knew it all. He made mistakes and there was something comforting in that. Plus he was way too energetic as a child.

Tim waved goodbye to his friends before strolling over to the parking lot where Dick said he'd meet him. He smiled upon seeing his brother posing for a picture with a few senior girls who'd recognised him. Always the performer. He bet if the other were still in the circus he'd be just as loved by the ladies. "It was nice meeting you. I liked you before it was cool by the way," the tallest of the girls stated proudly after taking a selfie with the older. 

"No, you didn't! You liked him after I told you about him. You're such a liar Nicole." 

"You're the liar Michelle." He chuckled and shook his head at them.

"I appreciate any support that comes my way," he offered, hoping they'd stop glaring at one another. The downfalls of being so handsome he thought to himself. People were just biting at each other's necks to impress him. Even these girls who clearly didn't understand there was no way he would date a high schooler.

"Yeah well, I'm still a much bigger fan."

"Girls girls, I'm clearly the biggest fan," Tim announced with a smile. Dick turned around with a relieved look, not fancying hearing girls go back and forth for much longer. "Now can you shoo? We've got places to be." The girls glared at him but listened. They left, bickering to each other about who was the better fan. The brothers just laughed at them. 

"I owe you one Timmy. I thought they'd never leave."

"Oh, you'll definitely pay me back. Are we walking there?" he asked, noticing that Dick didn't have his iconic motorcycle with him. 

"Yep. Someone decided to key it so it's in the shop right now. That's $750 down the drain," he explained in an exasperated tone. The younger frowned.

"I can pay for dinner if that'll help?" Dick cackled and tussled his hair before shaking his head. 

"None of that. This is my treat. It's not a good look to owe money to a teenager at my age." The smaller had to laugh. 

"You're still a teenager yourself."

"Touche. C'mon, let's go."

They walked through the streets of Gotham making small talk. They didn't get to see each other that often but when they did they made the most of it. Once at the restaurant, they chose a table in the far corner with hardly anyone around so they could talk about the more suspicious stuff like patrol and cases. Of course, the odd person would recognise them and would want a photo because for some reason people found Dick running away from the limelight a good enough reason to shove him back into it. He supposed teenagers that wanted to be rebellious but couldn't pluck up the courage to say fuck it found him inspirational. Either that or it was just one big joke. "You been training any more since I last visited?" Dick asked as he glanced over the menu. He always got the same thing when he went to pizza places and Tim always shared because he always liked what he ordered. Still, maybe one day he'd see something else and get that. 

"Of course. Can't you see these muscles?" Tim asked, flexing his biceps. Dick cackled. 

"Come back to me when they're like these," he answered, flexing his much bigger biceps. 

"Show off."

"I like to call it inspiration."

"Oh because that mullet you sported is such an inspiration hm?" Dick gasped dramatically and clutched his imaginary pearl necklace. 

"How dare you!" They both laughed. "Seriously though, looks like you've been working hard. I heard about that Gillian case you solved. I don't know if I could've figured it out so fast."

"Really?" Tim asked. This was another reason he liked hanging out with the former boy wonder. He actually got feedback. Bruce wasn't much of a talker and with compliments, he was even more sparing. Silence was a compliment. But with Dick, he actually gave compliments. He didn't just assume that he already knew. He guessed that was because he'd lived with Bruce. He knew what he could be like. 

"Yea! Granted, even if I solved it I wouldn't have gotten credit but that's a convo for another day. Hawaiian pizza?"

"You always get that."

"And you always eat it. Would you rather the seafood pizza?"

"Ew no."

As they waited for a waitress to come to them, Dick noticed a person across from them in the restaurant begin to itch. He didn't think much of it at first but something about it just didn't seem right. He was barely aware of Tim saying something about how seafood should be outlawed. The person pulled up their shirt a little and that's when Dick spotted the hives. His eyes darted to their wrist. There he spotted the familiar silver bracelet. "Dick?" Tim called, noticing him tense up. He wasn't listening though. His eyes were focused on the person who was now searching through their backpack frantically. They were wheezing now and he decided he'd seen enough. He got up, completely ignoring Tim asking him what was up, and reached into his jacket as he jogged over. 

"EpiPen trouble?" he asked them. They nodded frantically. He brought his hand out to reveal he was holding an EpiPen. "Do you need me to do it?" They shook their head. He handed over his EpiPen for them to do. They took it out of the case and took off the blue cap. They grabbed the fatty part of their thigh and reeled back before plunging the orange part of the EpiPen into their thigh. A click followed and Dick could see them counting in their head to three before slowly pulling out the needle. "Let's get you an ambulance hey? Concentrate on breathing. In and out slowly," Dick ordered. He pulled out his phone and dialled 911, quickly running down the situation to the operator. 

"Thanks," they wheezed, trying their best to smile. 

"No problem. Allergies suck. I'll sit with you till an ambulance comes, hm?" They laughed weakly and messaged their thigh to help the epinephrine get into their system. "Let me guess, you seem like a peanut person?" They nodded. "Ah, knew it. You guys always get caught out. You have insurance?" They nodded again but slowly. "You're going to have to pay for some of it still?" They pursed their lips but that was enough for him. He glanced around the table and frowned before glancing back to the completely bewildered teenager he'd left in a booth. He waved him over but not before pointing to his backpack, signalling that he wanted a pen and paper. Tim retrieved the items he wanted and rushed over. "Thanks, Timbo. Lifesaver, ain't he?" He clicked the pen and scribbled out his phone number. Halfway through he had to answer a question from the operator but that didn't stop him. He ripped the paper from the notebook and folded it over. He made sure the person saw it before putting the paper in their bag. "That's my number. You call me when the bill comes through and I'll pay it." They quirked an eyebrow. "You're wearing a college lanyard and eating at a pizza place that we have the same coupons for by the way. College itself is expensive as fuck, not to mention you're having to pay for textbooks and shit like that. I can't in good conscience let you pay for a basic human right so you're gonna call me up and I'm gonna pay."

"You want anything?" they spluttered. Dick chuckled. 

"All I ask is that you put your EpiPen somewhere you can find it next time," he said with a smirk.

Eventually, an ambulance came and Dick waved off the afflicted person, making sure they had their backpack with them. He then went back to the booth where he'd once been sat and ordered their pizza. Tim, who had so many questions, sat down in front of him and waited for him to explain. Since he didn't explain immediately within 0.5 seconds, he decided he had to make the first move. "You have an EpiPen? Since when?" 

"Since I moved in with B. Didn't have one in the circus. Too expensive, they were like $700 for two. We were much too poor for that," he replied. 

"What're you allergic to? Peanuts?" He shook his head with a smile. 

"I'm not a basic bitch. I'm allergic to certain bug bites. I get all puffy and I can't breathe. Fun stuff like that."

"And you never thought to tell me?" Tim exclaimed. This whole time bugs could just kill the older and he'd be none the wiser. The acrobat shrugged. 

"I mean, I hadn't planned to. I'm always on top of it and I always carry two just in case. I wear bug spray, long sleeves if I'm feeling nervous and I'm generally careful," he explained nonchalantly. "You should've seen Clark when he found out. He kept zapping any bug that so much as flew in my direction." He cackled to himself remembering it. Tim tutted at him. 

"I'm serious dude. What if something happened?"

"Nothing would happen. I told you I'm careful. I've not had a major reaction since I was fourteen. I got stuck in a swamp and got bitten like crazy. I blew through every EpiPen we had. I'd never felt so sick. B was so worried but I got a few days off school," he rambled. Tim hummed. Of course, Dick would play this off as though it was just a small thing. He could get incredibly sick from a simple bug bite but he acted like he didn't care. Then again, this was Dick Grayson. If Joker couldn't kill him, he doubted a bug would. 

"It was nice of you to pay for their hospital trip. You didn't have to."

"I didn't mind helping someone out. Last thing they needed was a hospital bill. Besides, I have a trustfund to blow through hey?"

"I just think you fancied them."

"Hey don't say that too loud. Last thing I need is dating rumours." Tim laughed.

"My lips are sealed Bludhaven's favourite bachelor."

I tried to do as much research as I could on EpiPens because believe it or not I wanted to go for realism but please know I'm not a medical professional and you should seek medical attention as soon as possible if any of the signs or symptoms of an allergic reaction are particularly severe, such as loss of consciousness or difficulty breathing, or if different parts or systems of the body are involved, such as having the combination of hives and vomiting 

Here's some info if you ever have to administer someone else's EpiPen because I know that when you get an EpiPen it comes with a training kit BUT you never know: 

1. Carefully remove the EpiPen from its clear carrier tube.

2. Grip the barrel of the EpiPen in your dominant hand so the orange tip points downward. Make sure your fingers aren't close to either end of it.

3. Use your other hand to pull straight up on (not sideways) and remove the blue safety release. Don't twist or bend it.

4. Firmly inject the orange tip of the EpiPen into the middle part of their upper thigh, pushing until it makes a clicking noise. This lets you know that the epinephrine injection is underway.

5. Hold the EpiPen in place for at least 3 seconds, counting off slowly, before removing it from their thigh.

6. Use your fingers to gently massage the area of the injection for about 10 seconds.

7. Call 911/999 to seek emergency care or tell someone close to you to call.

Time is key! Act fast!