Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

UH OH

Gimme a request I guess

give me a purpose in my life

Tonight had been exceedingly hard for Nightwing and he wanted nothing more than to climb into his bed to sleep the rest of the night off. He felt more tired than usual at the end of this patrol. Perhaps that's because he was blindly dodging tanks of fear gas and was only running on the hearty breakfast he had at 6 am and the Snickers bar he'd won in the raffle at work. He didn't take much notice of it anyway. Once he entered his apartment, he locked the four locks on his door and slid the latch across. He wondered if it was overkill to have that many locks but then he reminded himself where he lived and who he was then the extent people would go to these days for a bit of money. He felt safe when he slid the latch across so he supposed it didn't matter. Then Dick wandered over to his fridge, squinting at the bright light that greeted him. There wasn't much in there. It was mostly just leftover takeaways from the last few nights and one really gross looking salad that went off, God knows how long ago. He decided on the thing that didn't smell the weirdest which was a pepperoni pizza from last night. He grabbed a slice and a bottle of water, accepting that this was how he was spending his early Saturday morning. Most other guys his age were probably leaving the clubs right about now with their partner for the night or their group of friends. They probably had a great night out and were going to end it with something nice before passing out on a couch. He would kill for a night off where he could actually drink himself into a stooper. He once went out tipsy because the person covering him that night got themselves captured. Dick was lucky to have time to call someone else to come save him as well as the original hero. It could've ended a lot worse and be made a PSA for patrolling and drinking. Then again, Jason already fit that brief.

After finishing his rather depressing meal, he sleepily walked into his bedroom. He wormed his way out of his suit and lightly hissed when it applied pressure to his new bruises and cuts he'd gotten that evening. Dick thought about taking some painkillers but he was in his bedroom now and couldn't be bothered walking back into the kitchen to the medicine cabinet. He'd been beaten up enough during the years that the pain was more of an inconvenience rather than something that confined him to his bed. After freeing himself from his suit, he decided he couldn't be bothered to get into his pajamas so he just flopped onto the bed in his boxers and wiggled himself underneath the covers as painlessly as he could. As his eyelids got heavier, there was a dull sense of worry. Like something bad was about to happen but he didn't know what. Dick ignored the feeling in favour of sleeping off whatever it was. This proved to be an almost fatal mistake.

Damian didn't often watch the news but when he did, it was because someone he considered close hadn't answered him in the last ten minutes. The someone close this time was Jon who hadn't answered him after Damian asked him what he was doing up so late. He was clearly expecting a response. If he didn't find out his best friend was mid-battle, kidnapped or nearly killed then he'd scold him for being rude. He watched the usual reports on crime and general celebrity when there was a breaking news alert. A basic logo overlapped the female presenter followed by quick sinister music. Damian leaned towards the TV slightly, intrigued by the sudden news bulletin. It was probably some villains new plot to end the world whilst they forgot they lived in the same world they wanted to descend into chaos. "News just in, Gotham Medical Centre is pleading for Nightwing to seek immediate medical assistance after his latest battle with Scarecrow." Damian choked on his spit in shock and turned up the volume to make sure what he heard was right. Why would they plead for him to seek medical assistance? "After once again saving the day, the hero disappeared before paramedics could inform him of the new potent fear gas formula. Medical professionals have said that the fear gas creates nightmares scary enough to cause eventual heart failure if untreated." Screw Jon, his big brother was in trouble. "They say that if anyone knows the whereabouts of Nightwing or if he is watching this, please come to Gotham General Hospital. They assure the hero that they will not reveal his identity and will treat him for free. We can only hope he seeks treatment." Damian jumped up and raced down to the Batcave, throwing on his Robin suit and quickly looking through the fear gas database for anything that had been similar. Luckily, Batman had received the same gas that week so he was able to quickly formulate an antidote. Once the antidote was safely bottled and secured in his utility belt, he hopped on a motorcycle and raced out of the cave. Technically he was still learning how to ride one but running across rooftops just wouldn't get him there fast enough.