Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Cat-mum

is this how bleeding out works? no but this is fanfic and i like it so fuck you

EDIT: OBVS TW BLOOD

Catwoman was doing her thing, running away from her latest crime, when she saw a spot of blue in an alleyway. She smirked to herself, instantly knowing that it was the plucky former protege of Batman Nightwing. Deciding she had some time to spare and could use a positive conversation with the hero, she found a way down to the alley. Then she noticed something that made her heart sink. He was crumpled over, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. She debated what to do. Maybe he was just taking a break and spilt something suspiciously blood coloured on himself. That was extremely unlikely. She decided to ask him if everything was alright and if it wasn't then she'd have to help. Sure she was a criminal and Batman and her were currently on rocky ground, but she didn't fancy letting the poor kid bleed out whilst unable to get help. His eyes were squeezed shut as his gloves soaked up more and more blood. He happened to open one of his eyes a tad when he felt he was no longer alone and his face lit up when he saw it was Catwoman. "I would give you a hug but I'm bleeding," he greeted. She smiled empathetically and got closer, kneeling beside the hero. 

"You can give me one later," she responded. Nightwing nodded with a smirk. He looked out of it which must be due to the amount of blood flowing out of him. "Show me where it hurts baby bird." He nodded and moved his arm out of the way. There was a long almost worryingly deep gash on his stomach. 

"It's just a small scratch. Gimme a minute and I'll get goin," he reasoned. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

"Did you call Batman?" He shook his head. "Why not?"

"We're not doing so hot. He frickin started it!" She shushed him gently. If he used all his energy on yelling about his problems with his ex-mentor, they would be in a much worse situation. In her head, Catwoman began debating on where to get him. She didn't want to ask where his apartment was since he looked like he didn't completely know where he was now. Luckily, her apartment was very close so she could just hide him out there before finding a way to contact his team to get him in the care Batman wouldn't flip his lid about. "How about I help you? My apartment is just up there." She pointed at the window on the top floor of the building Nightwing was leaning on. He followed her eye line and looked up. 

"Awesome. I can only stop by for a minute though. I promised the-the team I'd stay there tonight." Catwoman nodded, deciding to play along with the idea he wasn't going to eventually pass out in her apartment since he'd been bleeding out for God knows how long. Taking the stairs wouldn't really work since she'd be showing everyone that happened to be going about their night that she was pulling Nightwing up the stairs to her room whilst he was slowly bleeding out and she was in full Catwoman garb. "Think you can pull some Nightwing magic and get up there?" His smirk grew with a nod.  

"Yep," he answered, popping the p.

This was proven to be a lie when halfway up he got very dizzy and almost fell off the side of the building. Luckily Catwoman was close beside him at the time and was able to catch him before he actually fell. She dragged him inside her apartment through the window. He tumbled inside with a loud thump and a groan, making her gasp sympathetically. "Sorry," she said, regretting being so forceful. 

"It's fiinnee," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. It certainly wasn't fine but Catwoman decided not to point that out. She hauled him off the floor and helped him to the couch. Upon finding a first aid kit, she shivered at the sight of blood that had gotten on her hands. Even if she hadn't caused the gash that would kill him without some sort of medical attention, it didn't feel right to have the red substance on her gloves. "How's life? Ivy and Harley still a thing? I ship it," Nightwing rambled as he fell back on the couch. She chuckled to herself and returned to his side to give him some much-needed help.