Injured Bird

Imagine Dick coming in
through your window
injured and he wanted you
to help him

Takes place when Dick is Robin

(You both are sixteen)

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The wind roared outside your window, a storm was rolling in. With all the years you had spent living in Gotham, you had taken a liking to the exotic storms that came by as quickly as the villains broke out of Arkham.

You go up to the window and open it wide, a strong gust of the sightless force pushing you back, nearly making you topple over.

After walking away, you go to your bed and get under the covers feeling the cool air flood the room rather quickly. You flipped on your side, facing away from the window.

Yet no matter how tired you were though, it was almost impossible to sleep. The things that flowed through your brain entertained you long enough until an unexpected sound was heard coming from the open window

With hesitation, you slowly faced toward the window. Your face paled upon seeing a figure.

You would be lying if you said it didn't scare the living shit out of you; it looked like something, someone, crawled out of a horror film and appeared in your very room.

The person stumbled closer, groaning in what almost sounded like pain. It was almost familiar.

They collapsed onto your floor. You were still very startled by the horrific scene it took you a few seconds to identify the color scheme of the person.

The colors of a bird; your best friend, Dick Grayson, AKA, Robin. If you hadn't been aware of his "night time job" you'd probably still be in a catastrophic state.

"Dick?" You still had to be certain, but when the person didn't respond, you quickly jumped out of your bed sprinting over to where he laid, you couldn't take the risk.

Now that you were positive it was him, you wasted no time to help him. His suit was tattered and mostly ripped and even though it was dark, it wasn't hard to make out the crimson color of blood.

"Holy—Batman," you nearly cursed, "You look like total crap"

He weakly smiled at you, "I've noticed, but do you have anything to get rid of this headache?" This had never happened before, he never came over to your house nearly dying. Sure he came over sometimes during his patrol hours, but he never came here when he was severely injured.

You helped him stand up and walk over to your bed with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, "What the actual hell, Grayson?" I shrieked lowly trying not to wake your sleeping family, "What is your god damn mind give you the bright idea to come into my room bleeding to death when I have no experienced medical training?"

"I taught you CPR in the 6th grade." I bright smirk lit up his bruised face.

"That doesn't mean I know how to do it?!!" You placed him carefully on the bed, scared to hurt any of his wounds, "How bad are you injured?"

"Pretty bad," he laid down comfortably, but obviously in pain, on your bed, "there's a shard of metal lounged near my rib."

"You make that sound like a good thing." you turned on the lamp you had on the side of your bed now seeing his black eye. After examining him a bit, you pull out the first aid kit you had under your bed just in case an emergency were to ever come up. Who would've known today it would be useful.

"Okay Dick," you started, taking out supplies you thought you might need, "you're going to have to guild me through your little game of "operation"."

He peeled off his mask, rolling his sapphire eyes, "Right because you have no "medical training"."

"Hey, don't you dare start blaming me," you pouted crossing your arms, "I wasn't the dumbass who got a piece of metal stuck in my side."

"Okay, okay, calm down and let's just get to work." He suggested. You nodded asking him your first task, "So what do I have to do first?"

He took a deep breath, ready to start a painful procedure, "Um, do you have a pair of scissors?" you ravaged through the bag pulling out a small pair, "Okay good because we're going to have to remove the top part of my suit."

Your face immediately flushed red, okay, this was going to be a long night...

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"Good job," he congratulated high fiving your hand, "you just learned how to save a life."

You gave him a sweet smile. If you were, to be honest, you thought Dick was great. Hell, you thought he was really great. You had always wanted to be something more than friends, but feared he didn't share the same feelings.

"Yeah I guess I did." you grinned, very proud of the work you did. you swung your legs off the bed, sitting into an upright position, looking back at him. His torso was wrapped with a bandage and the slight rise and fall of his chest indicated he was okay, "So what now?"

He followed your movements, sitting beside you, "I guess I could go home," he stood up to leave but winced and fell back down beside you.

"Yeah, not on my watch your not." you leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your tired eyes.

"You're tired?" he questioned, innocently.

"It's one in the morning, and I just got done doing surgery on your ass," you grumbled groggily, "I'm ready to hibernate."

He chuckled as you lifted your head off his shoulder, "Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this."

"Do what--" he tilted your chin up and within a millisecond, his lips were on yours

Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks, this wasn't something you were expecting, but you kissed back anyway, enjoying the moment.

His hand soon went to cup your cheek as yours rested on his bare shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin.

The two of you pulled back from the kiss, foreheads resting against each other and heavy breaths caught between the two of you, "Can I go to sleep now?"

He pulled back a bit and looked at you a bit puzzled, "Huh?"

"I mean we're both sleep deprived teenagers," you mentioned, "can we both just get some sleep please?"

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