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"Daddy..."
Bruce popped one eye open at the familiar, scared whine he heard. Looking to the side of the bed where the noise originated, he spotted his youngest clutching his stuffed dog, half asleep. Was he sleepwalking? "Hmghm.... Yes, Timmy?"
"There's a goa'uld in my bed."
Had to be sleepwalking. That couldn't be a real thing. "A what?"
"A goa'uld," the boy repeated, still half asleep. "Its name is Kobald, he's fourteen hundred years old, and wants to make me evil. Can you get Jack to kill it?"
Slowly the adult turned onto his back, waking up and stretching as he tried to figure out what he was talking about. Goa'uld. Jack. Why were those names so familiar together? Oh, he was so tired... "In the morning. How about you sleep here until then?"
"But if you don't stop it, Kobald will take over Vala and infiltrate the Tok'ra. Then they'll make a supergate and bring Darth Vader to Earth."
Names started to click in Bruce's head, a sure sign he was waking up. Internally he groaned. Okay, no more scifi marathons for Timmy until he could realize these things weren't out there. Who knew watching Star Wars and Stargate would influence his dreams this much? Maybe he should count his lucky stars he hadn't brought up tribbles yet.
"I'm afraid O'Neill is busy with the Alterrans," he fibbed quickly, looking back to his son. Maybe this will be easy to fix, like Jason and those 'spiders' in his bed last year. "Is there anything I can do in his place?"
Pouting slightly, Timmy's shoulders wilted with his head. "No... You don't kill. Even goa'uld."
"Not entirely true. I have no problems killing snakes if they're trying to take over you, or the world." He gave his son a slight smile, pushing himself upward to handle this and put him back to bed. "Come on. Let's get rid of that parasite and save the universe."
The clearly dozing boy seemed to think about it for a minute before nodding. "Okay..."
The sleepy child slipped into his father's arms as soon as he was vertical, picked up, then carried out of the room and back to his own just before nearly losing complete consciousness again. Bruce smirked to himself, cuddling the boy against his shoulder as he slid inside and pulled back the covers completely. It was a bit tricky, but the large man managed to search the bed for anything that may resemble the goa'uld in Timmy's imagination without waking him.
Smoothing out some surfaces, he nodded in satisfaction before laying the child back into his bed. Carefully he tucked in the kid, smoothing out as much as he could to prove there were no snakes in his bed. Mystery Dog laid against his chest, keeping him safe from evil once again. That toy apparently didn't work on sleepwalking though.
Smiling fondly to himself, Bruce kissed his son's forehead to reassure them both and ensure this wasn't a fever-influenced dream. Unfortunately, it brought back the kid's consciousness at the same time. "Daddy?"
"Yes, Timmy?"
"Did you get it?"
The man smirked in amusement. "I got it, all thanks to you. The universe is safe."
"Good." He yawned a bit, then snuggled down into the covers. "I knew you could do it. Batman can do anything."
"Then why did you ask for O'Neill?" Honestly, Bruce was a little worried when Timmy said 'Jack'. Had he remembered something about his father, Jack Drake?
"Because he kills all bad guys," the boy murmured, slipping back into his dreams. "Batman tries to fix them."
His insides settled a little as he brushed the boy's hair aside. "There's a little good in everyone."
"Not Goa'uld."
"What about the Tok'ra?" His question fell on deaf ears, his son already asleep again. Sighing slightly, Bruce shook his head and left the room to get some shut-eye of his own. He paused a moment at the door and looked back to make sure the boy was really asleep this time. So far so good. "Sleep tight, Timothy. Sweet dreams."