Genres: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Robin is brooding. Nightwing cheers him up.
Date Of Completion: July 9, 2010
Date Of Posting: July 19, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 362
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for me_ya_ri for my 2010 Hurt/Comfort Fic Prompt Request. Characters: Dick/Tim. Prompts: Dusk/Twilight, Not Brothers. :)
Nightwing flew over the rooftops, his blue/black costume blending into the darkness. His eyes searched as sorrow clung to him as tightly as his suit.
Finally he saw the sparkle of red, black, and yellow as he landed lightly on the roof.
Robin sat on the edge, legs dangling over the side. There were hints of green in his uniform. He wished there was less black and more green. Robin should never have more black than green.
“Taking in the sights?”
Nightwing sat next to Robin, their shoulders brushing. “How’s your ribs?”
Nightwing bit back a sigh at the monosyllabic answers.
“That kid…it wasn’t your fault.” Robin stared stonily ahead. “Really, Robin.”
Robin chose to remain silent. Nightwing swung his legs back-and-forth, an old habit. Batman had preached utter stillness at all times but realized that wasn’t going to happen with his protégé except when absolutely necessary, so he’d given up and indulged Robin in this back when they’d started out.
Nightwing smiled to himself. Batman was easy to work with once you knew the right buttons to push.
And that’s why he knew how to handle Tim. Tim was a lot like Bruce: introverted, obsessive, an inveterate planner, a brooder…yes, he knew how to handle the current Robin.
They sat in silence for several more minutes, the light violet of twilight deepening to purple as a dusting of stars appeared in the sky. A flock of birds flew leisurely across the backdrop in v-formation, silent as they headed for the islands in Gotham Harbor.
Nightwing spoke up first. He knew that Robin could go all night without speaking.
“He was a n innocent victim, just caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’s going to be fine.” Still silence. “Your actions saved that kid. He wound up with a broken leg but it beats being dead.” He rubbed Robin’s back.
Aww, Timmy. Don’t beat yourself up. You saved that kid.
Nightwing brushed his lips against Robin’s cheek.
Robin’s lips quirked slightly. “Is this some brotherly expression of comfort?”
Nightwing nibbled his ear. “Not exactly brotherly love.”
Robin smiled as he turned into Nightwing’s embrace for a kiss.