Robin Boyfriend Scenarios

Identity

(I hope the picture works since I actually added it like it's supposed to. Anyway, that Tim Drake is my fave, so hot n pure and just agahg)
I should definitely work on my organization skills buuuuut

Also thank you to all those who commented on my authors note (and just in general)
If there is one thing I've learned from these comments it is that Jason Todd holds all hearts, so I shall attempt to make more Jason Todd content.

Sorry for late updates AND forever rambling before the actual story. Damian was really hard to come up for some reason. I dunno. Oh well, I hope you enjoy! (Please enjoy I need everyone's approval to continue living tbh I'm scum)

-_Dick Grayson/Nightwing_-

Ever since your last little adventure you didn't particularly like going outside alone. But Dick had work today and you decided you were tough enough to deal with anything that came your way, you'd be prepared.

You threw on some loose clothes and huddled in a hoodie, the air wasn't cold but it was chilly as fall began to take hold of the city. You grabbed your purse (though it was really more of a satchel) and walked out of your apartment door.

The store wasn't far from your house so you decided to grab a snack and whatever else you felt you wanted and or needed. A little treat-yo-self day couldn't hurt considering what you'd been through. Walking through the automatic doors you first spotted the tacky way-to-early Halloween decorations. You smiled at them, Halloween was a really good time of the year and for once you didn't have school in the way.

Shopping wasn't particularly fun, but after grabbing chips and a donut you made your way to the coffee shop where your friend worked and where you first met Dick.

Naturally five minutes after you stepped in a maniac followed suit.

You cursed when you felt something press against your lower back, knowing it was a gun you wondered how many psychos one  city could hold. You raised your hands and rolled your eyes, home with your parents seemed much less awful. You instinctive stiffened when the gun cocked and a man laughed. A coffee mug shattered somewhere to the left of you.

"Well, now that I have your attention," the man spook with a light voice and a snarling grin, "I would like to have a little cash in my pocket, and I hope you have a little sympathy for this girl here or she'll be shot in the stomach and bleed out slowly and painfully."

You shuddered, that didn't sound fun. Your breath hitched in your chest and he shoved you forward. You winced as the counter bit into your hips and the barista stared wide eyed behind you. You bit back a sarcastic remark and stared hard at the small girl cowering but the register.

"Well, are ya gonna help me out?" He said, you could hear the sick smile in his voice. The barista nodded, and opened the cash register, taking out the bills and coins with shaking hands. The gun pulled away and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you turned fast and cracked your elbow into his face. He fell back and cursed blood beginning to drip from his nose, you froze as he sneered and aimed the gun at you. "You dumb bitch."
You tried to move but the gun went off and they're was a shocking pain that riveted through your body.

You'd been shot. In a goddamned cafe in Gotham. You stumbled back and slumped against the counter blood soaking the clothes around the left side of your stomach.

He wasn't wrong. You were bleeding out slowly and painfully.

Black spots flicked in front of you eyes as the man laughed harshly and shoved cash into his bag. You barely heard the glass shatter and the man curse as someone slammed him to the ground.