Fics like caught somewhere between big and small

“Kid, open up before I break the door down,” Jason calls out. He pounds again, successfully making Tim whimper. He doesn’t know if his sorta-brother can hear him or not but his voice seems to soften nonetheless. “Say something or I’m picking the lock.” No, no, please. If Jason sees him, sees this, he’ll never leave him alone. Surely his caregiver instincts will go into overdrive, eager to smother the newfound baby. Tim can’t let that happen. He’s hidden it for so long, he can’t ruin it now. He didn’t change his own soggy pull-ups, wash his sheets in the bathtub, and nibble the skin around his nails raw just to destroy it all in one shitty day. But he can’t make his mouth move, his tongue leaden in his mouth, saliva now molasses-heavy and choking. He can’t say anything, doesn’t remember how. He opens his mouth and all he does is sob. Nothing more than a little boy just wishing that his mommy could come save him. But Janet isn’t here. Even if he called, she wouldn’t pick up. There’s no one left to fix it now. — Or Jason and Dick find out that Tim has been secretly suppressing his little headspace, making himself sick in the process.

Fics like caught somewhere between big and small

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