WARNING: I was trying for OCPD, but I think it may have came out as OCD a little too much.

Tim moved the picture again before he stepped back.

Perfectly centered.

Tim smiled, feeling relief and control over his room yet again.

~~~~~

"Ever notice how Timmy is all...neat and stuff?" Dick asked.

"Not everyone can live in disorganization, Dick-head." Jason said.

"No, he's like...neater than neat." Dick said.

"He's fine." Bruce said.

Richard's eyes narrowed.

~~~~~

Dick watched as Tim was rearranging his room.

Again.

For the third time that week.

Richard knew something was up.

~~~~~~~~~

"Golden Boy, news flash, nothing is wrong with him." Jason said.

Richard had pulled Jason with him on his bird watching.

"Just watch him." Dick said.

Jason rolled his eyes.

Tim was rearranging his closet.

Jason and Richard had watch him rearrange his closet for two times already.

"Okay, three times to rearrange a closet?" Jason asked, getting a bit suspicious.

"It's not the only thing he does!" Richard said.

Jason was interested.

~~~~~~

Bruce, Jason, and Richard were at the table during breakfast the next day.

Tim came in and Richard hit Jason's arm.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at Dick's behavior.

The two boys watched Tim make his breakfast.

He had three slices of bacon, one egg, three slices of toast, three different fruit slices each, and even his glass of water had three ice cubes.

"See? Everything is in odd numbers!" Richard whispered to Jason.

Bruce heard it though and looked at Tim again.

His son was right. Everything was in odd numbers.

But why would that catch Richard's attention?

~~~~~~~~~~

The whole family was at the table eating dinner when Bruce caught Richard staring, and counting, Tim.

Three sips of whatever he was drinking every time he picked up the glass.

There was nothing else. Always three sips.

Bruce's eyes narrowed.

~~~~~~~~~

"He's gone for the weekend." Richard said, opening Tim's bedroom door.

"What are we looking for?" Jason asked.

"Anything that sets you off." Bruce said.

Richard immediately went to Tim's bed.

"Three blankets, three pillows, and three stuffed animals." Richard said.

"Everything is neatly placed, so don't touch anything." Bruce said.

"Father, what are you doing?" Damian asked coming in.

"Looking." Bruce said.

"For what?" Damian asked.

"Anything...different." Richard said, looking under the bed.

"Like...drugs?" Damian was confused.

"Tim isn't on drugs. THAT I am 100% sure on." Jason said.

"What are you all doing?" an angry voice came from the hallway.

Alfred was standing there with a glare.

"Uhm..." Jason started thinking of a reason.

"We think Tim has something wrong with him. I mean, why else would he take 3 sips every time he drinks from a glass, or have everything neatly organized, or 3 pieces of candy from the dish bowl, or an odd number of pens and pencils in his pencil cup, or-" Jason put a hand over Richard's mouth.

"Why didn't you just ask him?" Alfred said.

Everyone but Damian stopped.

Damian just looked at everyone, still confused.

"Master Timothy has nothing wrong. He just prefers certain things." Alfred said.

"You sure?" Dick asked.

"It's not my story to tell." Alfred said, "Also not your rooms."

Everyone left before Alfred got any madder at them.

~~~~~~~~~

Tim was on the couch watching a TV show when Richard popped up beside him.

"Hey." Dick said.

"Hi." Tim said, taking a sip from his water.

"Okay, I can't keep guessing. Do you have OCD or something?" Dick asked.

Tim immediately stopped and looked at him.

"Why do you ask?" Tim asked, suspicious.

"'Cause you take 3 sips of whatever when you drink something, you have an odd number of things on your plate, you have three stuffed animals, and three blankets, and three pillows, then you have-" Tim cut Richard off.

"You were IN my ROOM?!" Tim growled.

"Uhmmm...no?" Richard smirked.

"Why have you been watching me?" Tim asked.

"'Cause I wanna know why you're so neat!" Richard yelled.

"Perhaps, it's because I just like being NEAT!" Tim said angrily.

"Why the odd numbers?" Dick asked.

"I prefer odd numbers. Now, leave me alone!" Tim got up and walked away.

Richard blinked.

'Did we just have a fight?' Dick asked himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What did you do?" Alfred asked.

"I asked Tim about the numbers and neatness and I might have let it slip that I was in his room. And now he's angry at me." Richard sighed putting his head into his arms on the table.

"Perhaps you should explain why you did what you did." Alfred said.

"He won't talk to me." Dick frowned.

"I'm sure he will." Alfred smiled reassuringly.

~~~~~~~~~

"And that was why I was watching you." Dick explained to Tim.

"You should have just asked." Tim said.

"I know that now, but I'm not used to seeing such behavior from someone so young. Usually the only neat people are Alfred and Bruce and SOMETIMES Jason. You're young. You should be worrying about girl not how organized your closet is!" Richard said.

"Richard, I get headaches when things aren't neat. That's why I don't go into your room unless I need to." Tim said.

"Don't you think that's an issue?" Richard asked.

"No. It actually helps me to keep everything organized and find things easier." Tim said.

"So...it's just a personality thing?" Richard asked.

"Yes. Stop worrying now." Tim said.

Richard shrugged.

Okay, I DO NOT mean to be disrespectful to anyone. I wanted to try Tim with OCPD, but I'm afraid I messed up. :(

OCD is where you you do certain things because you have to and if you don't, you feel like there's a terrible consequence. Example- you sort all the candy into different piles because if you don't, you feel like something bad will happen, like you'll die or the candy will now be poisoned. 

OCPD is where you do certain things because you like things a certain way. Example- you sort candy because you don't like the colors mixed with each other. 

I personally have OCD and it's small things, like the 3 sips every time I drink, or 3 candies, or the fact that I have to have my own straws because I have NO trust in the straws from restaurants. There's a lot of little things I do, but it's noticeable if you pay attention.

And maybe some of you have noticed that I update stories in only odd numbers. Either I post 1, 3, or 5 chapters in one story a day or whenever I post.

And certain  things I have OCPD about, like my artist tools. I don't like having my pens with my pencils, so I sort them into different cups. No panicking about it or anything, it's just that I prefer them sorted like that. And yes, it bothers me when they aren't sorted right.

And don't be afraid to talk to me. I'm not a professional psychologist, but I'll try to help however I can. :)