Rain fell from the sullen night sky, pounding hard on the manors roof. Tim let out an annoyed grunt, as he tried to get comfortable in his bed. Outside the wind shrieked loudly, branches scrapping his bedroom window.

"Shut up storm..." Tim mumbled, stifling a yawn. His eye lids slowly started to droop down, as he felt himself being pulled into the beautiful, dark realm of sleep.

CRASH.

Tim's eyes snapped open sharply, his breath stuck in his throat. The loud crash sounded like glass shattering. Not good. He paused for a few seconds, all of his senses heightened.

CRASH.

Again, the sound seem to echoed through the manor. He quietly swung himself off his bed, all traces of sleep on his face gone. Muscles tense, Tim opened the door slowly, peaking out into the dark hallway. The other's bedroom doors were still closed. How on earth could they still be sleeping?

"Bruce..?" Tim whispered loudly into the darkness in the direction of his father's door. The only response he got was the eerie silence that leaked out from the dark. Ok come on. You're Red Robin. This is your turf, you got this. He approached Bruce's door with caution, keeping an ear out for anything that might creep up on him. He creaked open his door. Nothing but silence greeted him, sulking in the darkness of the room. Well then, no help from Bruce .Thaaaanks.

"AIIIIII!"

Tim whipped his head towards the faint female shriek. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. He quickly checked the other five bedrooms. Dick, Jason, Damian, Babs. Alfred. All gone. "Oh crap crap crap, this isn't good. Ok don't panic. You can protect yourself."

Tim grabbed the katana hidden in Jason's doorframe that Jason(*AHEM* borrowed from the museum) and stealthily crept down the stairs. Lying at the bottom of the staircase, was a pile of shattered glass. It appeared to have been some type of jar. Hearing rustling from the kitchen, Tim approached the room shakily with narrowed eyes.

Four candles were lit, placed around some centerpiece on the dining table. Without even realizing it, he calm breathing pattern quickly became fast and shallow. He went into full detective mode, analyzing everything in the room around him. Knowing very well he could have just walked straight into a trap, Tim felt the colour of his skin start to drain. He approached the table alertly and softly, soaking in the new information. The arrangement of the candles, glass jars and the essences on the table gave off the vibe of some type of voodoo spiritual ritual.

"Whhhhyy... whyyy did you..." whispered a bone chilling, barely audible voice. It was one of the creepiest, whispers he ever heard. Tim felt his body twitch violently, but kept his ground.

"Whhhhhyyyyy... did you do it.."

"Do what?" He asked quietly, clutching the handle of the katana tightly.

"whhhyy did you *heheh*... eaaat me...*giggle*."

"What?" Tim asked, his voice small. The whispers seemed to stop responding, leaving Tim in an unsettling silence. Squinting a bit harder, he just managed to make out what was in the dead center of the candles. It was a jar of Nutella.

"Hello."

Tim didn't know how terrifying the word hello could be. Dick didn't know how terrified Tim would be of the word hello. Dick also didn't know how high Tim could scream. Or that he had a katana.

Tim let out a frightened scream, turning around with immense speed. He lashed out at the shadowy figure with his sword, pointing it just a cm away from the intruders neck.

"Who are you!" Tim snarled, venom practically oozing out of his words.

"WOAH WOAH TIMMY CALM DOWN. ITS ME DICK!" Dick stuttered, words flying out of his mouth. The lights were immediately turned on, washing away the dark.

"What the heck Dick!?" Tim yelled, lowering the katana.

"It was Jason's idea!" Dick squealed laughing, amusement flickering in his eyes. Popping up behind the counter was Jason, and Damian.

"What the heck guys!?" Tim yelled, his face flushed. His muscles relaxed as he let out a sigh.

"Hah, Drake I knew you were always such a scaredy cat." Damian said, somewhat smugly.

Tim sighed, and plopped down on a stool, glaring at Dick to explain.

"HEHEH JASON WAS RIGHT!" Dick sang, grinning brightly, as giggles flew out of his mouth.

"Right about what?"

"Ok ok. So Jason was like "I know how to get Timmy. Let's summon him. Just get, a jar of nutella. And he will sense the disturbance in the nutella world, and come rushing downstairs. And if he hears the whispers of the Nutella gods, his soul will respond. AND IT WORKED!" Dick said, clapping his hands with a grin.

"Why." Tim grumbled.

"Cause the magical hazelnutty -"

"No, I mean what was the point of all of this."

"Oh, well I needed you, and I would have went upstairs to wake you up. But I promised Alfred I would look after his soup for him, while he's out at some gala with Bruce and Barbs. Oh and Bruce was gonna tell you he was leaving, but you were already asleep. Anyways, the soup needs to be consistently stirred. And Alfred said he didn't trust Jason with it-"

"-I would have already blown it up-"

"-yeah, and Damian's too short to reach the pot-"

"-Shut up Grayson-"

"-and both of them were too lazy to go upstairs and wake you up. Soo, our only option was to summon you. With Nutella. And these lovely scented candles and pretty mason jars."

Tim groaned, resting his head in his palms.

"What was the deal with the loud crashes? " Tim asked tiredly.

"Oh, I went to the study to get some jars, and dropped some on the way down the stairs. I needed them to summon you." Jason said, with a toothy smile.

"So you were willing to go all the way upstairs, past my room to the study and back. But you were too lazy to simply walk into my room and wake me up."

"Yea."

Tim softly rested his head on the counter.

"If Barbs isn't home, who was the girl who screamed?" Tim asked.

"Told you, you scream like a girl." Damian said with a smirk, pointing his finger towards Dick.

"Hey! It was a good reason! I won a can of canned pineapple from this scratch and win ticket, we got in the mail! Redeem at your nearest grocery." Dick said proudly, holding his ticket up for everyone to see.

"Fantastic. Now why did you want me down here." Tim asked bluntly.

"Oh, I couldn't find the Cheerios." Dick said, worry etched on his face. Tim stared blankly at Dick.

"You. Woke me up."

"More like summoned."

"Cause you couldn't find the cheerios."

"Yeah, I was hoping you would know where it is."

"You woke me up. For. Cheerios."

"Yea."

"At 1:34AM."

"Yea."

Without another word, Tim grabbed the jar of nutella and a spoon, and headed back upstairs.

~~The End

A/N: That's how you summon Tim. :3 I hope you guys enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!

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Bruce opened up the manor door, letting Alfred and Barbara inside. He let out a tired yawn, and undid his tie. He managed to look up just in time to see his son stomping up the stairs, nutella and spoon in hand. Without a second thought Bruce pulled out his jar of nutella, and so did Alfred and Barbara. Dick, Jason and Damian came rolling towards to front door, in huge jars of Nutella.

"NUTELLA IS LOVE. NUTELLA IS LIFE" They all sang.

"Aren't we all just nutella?" Alfred asked.

"Yea, we sure are!" Jason announced cheerfully.

Soon the whole manor turned into a jar of nutella. And so did Gotham. And while all of Gotham was drowning in a gooey sweet mess, a guy in Australia happily declined nutella, and instead put a big blob of vegemite on his toast. Then he sneezed.

I don't know. I'm tired okay.

I don't even like nutella THAT much.