Batfamily one shots, preferences, headcanons and imagines

Sick Tim Drake x Batfam

Winter in Gotham was more of a slushy affair than actual snow lying white and glistening on the ground in the morning. But when it does snow and not rain, freezing rain in this season, it was actually very pretty. That day was one of them so Alfred forced everyone out to the garden for some family bonding and fresh air from the cave. Dick, Stephanie and Jason were the most excited about it where Damian, Bruce and Tim didn't want to play in the snow. Cass didn't care either way along with Duke, but no one refused Alfred. 

"How about a snowball fight? We can form teams and whoever is the driest after thirty minutes wins," Dick suggested.

"Okay, but we need rules. You have to stay in your team's boundary, no weapons other than snow and forts can only be made with snow as well. Any questions?" Bruce declared.

"Who wants to be on my team?" Jason yelled.

Dick's and Stephanie's hands rose and so Team Awesome was formed.

Bruce, Duke and Tim formed Team Boring, leaving Damian and Cass to make Team Assassin. Each team got their designated territories and they were at least a few metres from each other. They now had ten minutes to make as much snowballs as they could before the fight began.

"Okay Dick, you're on supply. Steph you take Boring, while I take Assassin," Jason ordered.

"Why can't I shoot?" Dick whined.

"You're either going to chicken out, or say you can't hurt them so you're sidelined.

Bruce was getting into the whole competitiveness of the fight and was giving orders like he did as Batman.

"Tim, snowballs and defense. Duke, you have Cass and Damian while Tim supports you. I have the rest."

Tim shivered in his fall coat and sneakers behind their barrier of hardly packed snow. He had forgotten to ask Alfred for new snow clothes because he had had a sudden growth spurt and his old ones were too small. He at least fit in his gloves, but they were worn down and already wet before the fight even started. But he kept his head down, literally, and kept on making snowballs to keep up with the rapid use of them. 

Jason was the one to beat twenty minutes into the fight since he was the driest and the best shot. Cass and Damian were surprisingly bad at it since they gripped the snowballs with too much strength that they broke. Also, they were at a disadvantage number wise since the other teams had a third person making snowballs continuously. Dick's phone rang as the timer went off announcing the fight was over. Alfred called them back in for hot drinks and every chatted about the epic fight as they went in. Team Awesome won since Jason had only been hit twice and was the driest. However, Tim went straight to his room after the fight and tried to warm up with a shower and warm clothes. Still, he shivered and he didn't realize that his lips were blue from the cold. He smelled the drinks from his room and thought that drinking some would help warm him up.

"Hey, where's Tim?" Stephanie called out as they were drinking in the kitchen.

"Here," they heard his small voice croak from the doorway as he walked in.

"Good heavens Master Tim, you're frozen!" 

Alfred quickly sat Tim down and gave him some hot chocolate. Tim cringed at the heat against his fingers and it was more painful than the cold was so he put his cup down. Bruce felt Tim's forehead, and it was burning hot.

"Alfred, get the thermometer he's warmer than I'd like."

"What do you mean? I feel frozen," Tim groaned.

Dick wrapped a blanket over Tim that he got from the Livingroom and Tim thanked him quietly. 

"Drink your hot coco Tim, it'll help," Dick murmured.