Robin one shot part 3!

Whump fic? Is that what you call em?

I think i saw this in a fanfic somewhere similar to this maybe but that might just be a fever dream?

Robin was exhausted. Going on a full-on mission was much different than going on patrol. Patrol was a lot of standing about. He didn't really do much half the time. There were times where he spent two hours on a rooftop just doing cartwheels to let off steam. It wasn't that Gotham wasn't crime-ridden. It was. It was more that Batman elected for the laying in wait for the big catch approach and that happened to give his forever energetic protege not much to do. So when it came to missions where he had to be on high alert all the time and fighting for pretty much the whole time he was out, he found himself almost surprisingly tired. He always thought he was a fireball. A being of pure unbridled energy. But here he was trudging along, barely able to keep up with the Leaguers. He should be ecstatic. Bouncing off the walls with glee. They'd gotten through a mission with little more than scratches and bruises. He was half expecting a "congratulations" or a pat on the back from his mentor but he'd hardly gotten anything of the sort. Normally that wouldn't upset him. Normally he'd brush it off his shoulders, shrugging it off without a second thought because Batman was Batman. He'd save his affections for one big show at some point during the month. So how come it hurts so much right now? He'd done good, hadn't he? He'd kept up with all the Leaguers even though he was less than half their age and now he was only falling behind a little when he was exhausted. Shouldn't that be a prompt to give him something? "Robin, keep up," Batman called, noticing the younger was no longer beside him.

"M tryin," Robin responded. He stumbled a little but played it off as best he could. Luckily, nobody noticed.

They, unfortunately, had to land the Invisible Jet in the middle of the swamp. The water was waist-deep for Robin but for everyone else, it just hit the bottom part of their thighs. Those who could fly had attempted to but were quickly pulled back down into the cold opaque water by those who couldn't. "Why can't we fly over again?" Superman asked with a huff. Robin would've cackled at his childishness had he not been so tired. Trudging through the thick mud at the bottom of the swamp and dealing with freezing water was zapping away any leftover energy he had left. He knew he was slowing down as the gap between him and the chatting heroes were getting wider and wider. Robin couldn't find it in himself to call out to them. It was taking everything in his power not to lean against the closest tree and nap there. Batman had suggested naps to help with his lack of sleep but it was hard getting into them. He supposed he was really tired. He hardly noticed when his foot got stuck in the mud until he fell face-first into the water. His hands squelched into the mud, the brown devouring his hands. For a second, he found it funny. Here he was, walking away from a dangerous mission, and now he was trapped underwater. Robin tried to pull away. That's where the fun came to a grinding halt. He couldn't get out. Oh God, he couldn't get out. This wasn't funny anymore.

"Robin, are you okay back there?" Batman called. He didn't get a response. Not even a disgruntled groan at the check-up. "Robin," he attempted again. Maybe the boy was just daydreaming. Robin often daydreamed. It wouldn't be too uncommon to catch him staring blankly out a window or peering a little too intently at his cup of hot chocolate. Yet when Batman was again met with no response, he got this awful feeling that this wasn't daydreaming. He whipped around quickly, scanning their group from left to right. Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter. There was a slot left unfilled between Superman and Wonder Woman. "Where's Robin?" Batman asked, doing his best to make his voice calm. Yes, the boy was small but he wasn't small enough to disappear. The heroes glanced around but Superman seemed to notice something straight away. His once calm, near stoic expression descended into one of panic. He flew over to a spot they'd passed a few minutes ago and plunged his hands underneath the surface as his fretful look grew. They watched him in confusion. Was this some country bumpkin trick to finding people? It wasn't like he could feel around for footprints and follow them to wherever Robin had gotten to. "What're you doin- Oh God!" Black Canary exclaimed when the hero pulled out Robin. His arms were hooked underneath the acrobat's torso and he held him bridal style since it seemed to be the best option for carrying him. Robin turned his head away from the older to cough up the water he'd gulped down in his panic. He could almost taste all sorts of bacteria in the water that were now going to travel around his body looking to infect him. Superman flew over to Batman where all the heroes swiftly gathered to get a look at him. "B," the boy whimpered, making grabby hands at his mentor. The Dark Knight didn't waste a second and instantly collected the shivering dirty mess that was his protege in his arms. "Hey chum, what happened there then?" he asked, the gravel that usually adorned his voice when he wore the cowl nonexistent.