WARNINGS !

mentions of depression, bad 
mental health, brief mentions of
not eating

WORD COUNT !   

word count : 1073
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"Why do you look like that, Drake?" Damian immediately questioned when Tim sat down in Dick's car.

"What Damian meant to say was why are you so happy? Not that you can't be, it's just unusual?" Dick immediately said after what Damian previously said, slightly glaring at the younger boy.

"Nothing, I just had a good day." Tim quickly said, trying to avoid the attention before looking out the window, watching the many students of Gotham Academy walk out the front doors. He suddenly saw Stephanie walk out the doors and towards the car. Tim's eyes widened as Steph opened the car door and crawled over Tim to sit besides him and Damia in the backseat.

Dick noticed the look on Tim's face and sent him a questioning look only to be ignored. Steph stared at Tim for the majority of the ride to the Manor only to be ignored. When they arrived at Wayne Manor Tim opened the door as soon as the car stopped, not waiting for Dick to turn off his car. Tim rushed into the manor and ran to his room, he slammed the bedroom door shut only to be yelled at by Alfred.

Tim tossed his bag on the floor of his bedroom before sitting in his desk chair. It was only five minutes of silence before his door was opened by Dick, who shut the door before sitting on Tim's bed.

There was a moment of silence as Dick was trying to think of something to say before he settled on a very basic choice for a sentence, "Are you okay?" Dick cautiously asked.

"I'm okay Dick" Tim answered, knowing that his response wouldn't be accepted by Dick and would only give Dick a general area of Tim's current mental state. This was something the two of them did ever since Tim's mental health took a turn for the worst.

"Okay so you aren't okay. What's bothering you? Does it have something to do with Steph?" and that was the very question Tim was trying to avoid.

"Steph keeps trying to force me to talk about something I don't want to talk about.." Tim quickly blurted out before he could change his mind on whether or not he should open up. Dick seemed relieved that Tim actually spoke about something instead of bottling it up like he usually does.

"I'm going to assume you don't want me to ask anything but I can go talk to her about whatever it is and get her to leave you alone?" Dick asked, trying to help Tim, who to his dismay denied the request and asked Dick to leave.

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Dick respected Tim's wishes and left the room. He walked into the living room where the majority of the family were. Everyone was there except for Bruce and Jason. The latter of the two hardly comes to the Manor, he also left earlier in the afternoon, and the first is at work. When Dick entered the livingroom everyone turned to look at him.

"Is he okay?"

"What did Drake do this time?"

"Is it because of what I did earlier?"

"Is this going to turn into what happened a few months ago?"

"Is Master Tim okay?"

All of these questions were spoken at once except for the last one.

"Hopefully it doesn't end up exactly like what happened a few months ago. Tim's not the best right now and it's probably best to leave him alone and not overwhelm him until he's in a better state of mind." Dick answered, trying to not think about what happened seven months ago.

"Shall I inform Master Bruce when he gets home?" Alfred asked, breaking the moment of silence.

"No, I can do it Alfred." Alfred nodded before leaving to make dinner. As everyone went to leave the living room, Dick grabbed Steph's arm pulling her back into the now empty room.

"Stop pushing Tim to talk about whatever it is. He isn't ready and whatever you're doing is only making it worse." Steph only nodded before exiting the room. Leaving Dick there trying to process all that happened.

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Later that same night, Dick informed Bruce about Tim's current mental state. Not wanting to walk on eggshells around Tim, Bruce let him out on patrol but to his and everyone's surprise Tim declined Bruce's offer. Tim just wanted to lay down and cry.

He wanted to cry over his parents, over how he felt, over how shitty life is. He didn't want to do anything other than lay down and cry. Which is how he spent his entire Monday night. Nobody knew he was up all night long crying his heart out. Wishing he didn't feel this way, wanting to leave his bed and work on a case file but couldn't. He physically couldn't.

The next morning, as Alfred was preparing breakfast Dick woke everyone up. Unsurprisingly Tim was already awake. Tim walked to the kitchen to grab his morning coffee, the exact same thing he did every single morning. Once he had his coffee he sat on a barstool at the island in the kitchen.

When Alfred passed Tim his breakfast, which he barely ate, which caused Dick to become more concerned. Dick recognized this pattern, it hasn't happened in a while but he for sure recognized it. It would start off with Tim withdrawing himself from conversations, sleeping way less than he already does. After that happens he would then barely eat, staying in bed all day which ended up causing everyone to become way more concerned since Tim typically stays far away from his bed.

Majority of the time no one would notice until Tim got to the part where he could barely get out of bed or when he would refuse to leave the comfort of his own bed. Luckily Dick visited the Manor often and checked up on everyone to make sure they're okay. So seeing Tim act this way raised many red flags.

No matter how many red flags Tim raised he just wouldn't talk about whatever it is that's bothering him. This annoyed Dick, he just wanted to help but Tim didn't want help. At least he didn't want any help at the moment.

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this is a shorter chapter, more of a filler. the next chapter will be more focused on William and his personal life. Hope you all enjoy :)