[open] i'll hold your hands

[mrsarcastic003]

Who: Tim Drake and You!
Where: Throughout the Mansion
When: Ewaymas!
Rating: PG
Summary: Tim is trying to stay away from the cookies, but he keeps accidentally eating them. And they keep making him cold.
The Story:

Tim has been trying to avoid the cookies that are all around the mansion in baskets like baited traps, but he can't… quite… stay away from them, despite not being very interested in cookies as a rule (unless they're Alfred's, but of course he's the exception to every rule). He's seen the effects that the cookie shave had on Georgia Mason and others, and he's not interested any of that for himself.

And yet.

Somehow he keeps catching himself about to eat one, without realizing what's happening. And then, of course, inevitably come the times where he doesn't manage to catch himself before eating one. Is he festive? Small? Musical? Hungry?

No. He's cold. Every time he fails to stop himself from eating a cookie, he's overtaken by a sudden chill, and unable to get warm.

Comments

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim glances up from where he's sitting on his bed with his laptop. "You have super hearing," he says, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "My teeth aren't chattering that much." He says through chattering teeth.

[cloned]

"You're a bat. For you to be reacting at all, it's gotta be pretty bad." He flops on the bed next to Tim, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over Tim. And the laptop. "Are you sick or what?"

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim could just pull the blanket over his head and continue to work, but. That would probably be rude. He closes the laptop and sets it aside, remaining under the blanket himself and laying back next to Kon. Who is a furnace from their limited points of contact.

Asshole.

"I'm not sick. I ate a cookie."

[cloned]

"A magic cookie from Wonderland?" Kon raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"

And damn he's cold. Kon wriggles an arm around Tim, rubbing his arm to try and warm him up.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim grunts irritably and--minutely--leans into Kon's obnoxious warmth. "I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened. I didn't even realize it was happening until I started shivering. Wonderland sucks." He shifts slightly toward Kon. "How are you so warm?"

[cloned]

"Some of us are just naturally hot." Come on Tim, you can't just hand him lines like that. "It's okay, I've probably only avoided it cause I'm afraid anything I touch is gonna break."

[mrsarcastic003]

It's called self-control, Kon. You are literally the worst. He elbows him.

"Whose bright idea was putting magic cookies all around the place anyway," Tim grumbles. "Or at least, magic cookies that make you cold. That's just rude."

[cloned]

He is not the worst. You can tell by how you didn't just break your elbow on him. You're welcome.

"I don't think they were doing it to be nice. I think they were trying to be rude."

[mrsarcastic003]

"They're cookies, Kon. Cookies are supposed to be nice." He's irritable about the entire thing, because cookies are supposed to be a nice thing. He understands about Wonderland. He's been here longer than Kon has. But damn it, he should be able to have a cookie without developing hypothermia.

[cloned]

"Well, how about I make you some nice cookies?"

A beat. He tilts his head, considering that idea.

"Or how about we text Cissie and get her to do it? I feel like if I stop sharing body heat you'll turn into a Batsicle. Also I can't bake."

[mrsarcastic003]

He elbows him again. "I'm not going to turn into a Batsicle. I was doing perfectly fine before you got here." Which is not him asking you to leave. He's just being stubborn.

"Do you think Cissie would make cookies, though?"

[cloned]

"I bet we could convince her." He elbows Tim back lightly. "She'll be so happy you're actually asking for help when you're sick that she'd probably bake a whole cake." A beat. "And I get some too cause I convinced you."

[mrsarcastic003]

He reaches for his phone and sends Cissie a text.

Kon got me to admit I'm sick/Wonderland infected and need help. Send help? Please? Maybe in the form of non-contaminated backed goods?

He turns to Kon, raising an eyebrow. "Happy?"

[cloned]

"Not as happy as I'll be when Cissie brings us cookies." He smiles, though, and leans back. "Tell her to bring movies too."

[mrsarcastic003]

"I will. I'm pretty sure it's going to be Romantic Romances if we let Cissie pick, though." He doesn't mind. He mocks everything with equal vigor, and he has no trouble dodging whatever projectiles Cissie will hurl his way, but he feels like Kon deserves the warning.