This is the last chapter. I know it's quick and to be honest I started losing steam near the end so I hope you like it :) Thanks to everyone who reviewed I loved it thank you so much.

Damian drove into the cave. He knew Dick would have been there first, perk of flying.

They were in the med-bay. He could hear Dick and Alfred talking in hushed urgent voices.

"He's lost too much blood."

"Yes Master Richard I am aware."

He walked in and watched from the shadows. Tim lay unconscious on the bed, pale as a ghost. "How bad is it?" He asked.

Dick stopped leaning over Alfred's shoulder and turned to him surprised.

"What?" Damian snapped.

"Nothing D, Tim will be alright."

Damian nodded and left the room. He had the answers he wanted.

Dick returned to Tim's side and gently brushed his fingers through his hair.

"He will be fine Master Richard."

"I know. I'm just worried."

Alfred pulled a chair to the bed for him. Tim had been fully patched up. There was plenty of work and it took hours but Tim would recover, eventually.

"Thanks Alfie." Dick murmured and dropped down into the chair.

Alfred left him alone with Tim. He brushed his fingers through his hair tenderly, "How'd you get yourself into that mess Timmy?" He whispered.

It wasn't long before Dick slowly drifted off to sleep. Damian took that time to slink into the room unnoticed.

"Drake." He whispered.

Part of him hoped Tim didn't respond. The other part of him did. He wanted to demand why he would take the bullet, more importantly he wanted to figure out how to repay the debt.

"Drake!" He whispered louder.

"Mmmh what?" He snapped shifting uncomfortably.

"Shh! You'll wake Grayson."

Tim looked over groggily at Dick who was half bent over his bed holding his hand. He couldn't move his hands yet, he couldn't move much of anything yet.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" Tim asked.

"Step in front of the bullet."

"If it makes you feel any better you can pretend I tripped."

"Just answer the question Drake why'd you do it?"

Tim sighed and attempted to shift. It didn't work out too well and woke up Dick.

"Hey Timmy, how are you feeling?" He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Dick sat up and affectionately ruffled his hair.

"I've been better."

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

Tim nodded and watched Dick get up to find Alfred.

"Drake!" Damian snapped.

"Believe it or not I was just protecting you."

"Why?"

Tim rolled his eyes, "Why not Damian. If you want a more logical reason think of it like this; if you were wounded how were you going to get me out? If you want the truth the fact of the matter is whether we get along or not we're brothers. We're supposed to protect each other."

Surprise flashed across Damian's features.

Tim was just as surprised to admit it as Damian was to hear it.

Damian was feeling something he rarely felt, guilt. "I don't wish to be indebted to you."

"There's no debt to be repaid Damian. That's just how things work in a family."

Tim was surprised to be having this conversation. Damian didn't seem to interrupt him or call him the fake son. He was so far ok with how the conversation was going.

Damian looked at Tim, he was pale. He was slightly worried, he wouldn't admit it.

"You're too pale." He said.

"That happens sometimes."

The conversation had gotten to the part where they were forcing it along. Damian wanted to ask Tim if he was ok, he wanted some reassurance that everything would be fine.

"Drake..." He paused looking around trying to find the right words; words that wouldn't be insulting or start a fight. "Tim, are you feeling alright?"

"Tim not Drake? Damian were you secretly worried about me?"

"Tch."

Tim shifted over using his wrist to pull the blankets down. He patted the spot next to him on the bed. Damian hesitated but complied and climbed in next to him. Noticing Tim's trouble getting the blanket back over Damian did it for him.

"I'm going to be alright Damian." He said yawning.

Damian didn't respond. Honestly he was both grateful Tim was being this kind to him and uncomfortable being this friendly with his "older brother" as he was starting to see him.

Tim draped an arm over Damian like Dick would do when he shared his bed with Tim and went straight to sleep. Damian hesitated a moment then relaxed into the bed following after Tim into sleep.

Dick walked into the room and smiled. He was excited to see his younger brothers getting along for once. He knew if they were awake and caught they'd deny the affection. He sat in the chair next to Tim's bed and watched them for a short while snacking on Tim's food; he was sleeping and wouldn't miss it.

He did go upstairs shortly after though so they wouldn't be embarrassed when they woke up. He sent Alfred down to see them then asked him to leave them be. They shared a smile and went to their separate rooms to sleep.

Damian was gone when Tim woke up. He didn't really care either way. He knew Damian would be embarrassed by their little show of affection the night before and didn't want to start fighting with him just yet. There would be plenty of time once he was healed up and could hold his own once again.

The little twerp was actually pretty good to Tim while he was recovering often bringing him food and asking if he was feeling better.

Their unspoken truce wouldn't last forever but Tim was going to let himself enjoy it while he could.

And that's it, the end. Hopefully you like it. I've already got ideas for something new we'll see if I actually get around to writing it.