Red Robin and Robin were thrown roughly into a a liitle hole in the sewer by Killer Croc, Robin hit his head as he fell, Red Robin had already been stabbed by the mutant man/crocodile claws. Tim hit the bottom hard, after the shock wore off he tried to find Damian. He was handcuffed in front of him and it hurt him to move no matter how slight the movement was.

He sat against the decrepit brick walls and broke into one of the compartments in his suit pulling out gauze packs he pressed it painfully into his side as he tried to slow the bleeding, both his and Damian's belts had been taken after they had been beaten by Killer Croc. Time passed slowly as he waited for Damian to wake up. He was beginning to worry about the young Robin when he finally stirred.

Dark and cold, those were the first thoughts that hit Damian when he regained consciousness. It had to be a some sort of dungeon or maybe a cellar that he was in. His head hurt and he didn't remember what had happened to him. He was in his Robin suit, but he didn't think he had gotten kidnapped. He didn't remember anything very clearly.

"Dames, you awake?" Tim asked in a whisper.

So Drake was here too, that made Damian feel better even though he'd rather die again than admit it.

"Regrettably, I am. What happened to us?" Damian answered back in a whisper. He tried to shift to be more comfortable, but it was hard because he was handcuffed behind his back and his feet were shackled, also.

"We were caught by Killer Croc, he brought us down here to use as leverage against B. Most of our gear has been taken. Are you sure you're alright, you were out for a long time?" Tim asked, as he tried to move closer to Damian. Damian in turn tried to get closer to Tim, wherever they were was cold.

"I am perfectly fine, except for a stupid headache." Damian huffed before adding, "tt, you never said if you were injured or not."

The sewer sounds seemed to amplify as Damian waited for an answer: drip, splash, rats chittering, another drip, and yet another splash.

"I shouldn't die, from it." Tim Drake replied to Damian, in a voice that tried to convey a sense of humor and making light of the situation.

Damian shifted and the water splashed around him. It must be bad if Tim is trying to use humor to make it seem less serious than it was, that was a bad sign. Damian looked at where Tim was, but in the darkness of the sewer he may as well have been blind.

"Father will find us, Nightwing might first he will undoubtedly cuddle and insist on hugging afterwards. Agent A. will have something hot for us when we get home. You shouldn't drink so much coffee." Damian said deadpanning even though no one could see it.

"I'm never," Tim paused for a second as a faint shudder coursed through him. "giving up coffee. You should know that by now."

Damian got even closer to Tim, as he tried to pick the locks of his handcuffs. It took a few minutes. Blast his stupid headache!

"Do you have your handcuffs off? Of course I understand if you don't." Damian said without malice.

"I couldn't...get... them off." Tim replied simply, tiredly.

Damian noticed when he picked the locks that Tim's hands were tacky with blood. Thats why he was stuttering and had slurred speech, he was suffering from blood loss. That made a cold and hard feeling well up in him. Enough Robins had died, no more needed to die for a lost cause of a city.

"Do you need anymore gauze packs?" Damian asked, as his headache grew steadily worse.

"I've bled through... all of mine...yeah... I could use them." Tim slurred. Damian applied the bandages the best he could in the dark. Damian felt sweat running down his back even though he was exposed to the frigid air and water.

"I'm sure Father, Grayson, Todd, or anyone will come to save us. You will be alright, though it will be hard to suffer through Grayson's endless hugs and kisses." Damian told him with more conviction than he felt sitting in a freezing sewer beside his brother, who was slowly bleeding out. He hoped that he wasn't lying that they would come in time. It wasn't like they could escape in the dark without knowing where they are, and Damian knew he couldn't carry Tim.

"I never thought...I'd die beside you... maybe by you." Tim laughed, but it had no humor in it. "Not in a...swewer and... not as a hostage."

"Good thing you're not going to die here then. We will be rescued in time." Damian stated, even though he was beginning to doubt it. Why hadn't Grayson and his Father come to save them? They had to know they were missing shouldn't they already be there?

"He's... been late... before." Tim replied as a harsh grating cough escaped his lips, which blood trickled down.

"He likes you the best. You saved him." Damian said muttered.

"He likes... Cass best." Tim replied, "He... saved... me."

Damian didn't know what to say back, "He will save you again." Damian grew more worried when Tim didn't reply.

"They better come in time." Damian said to know one in the darkness that surrounded him. "Father won't lose us." Damian tried to keep pressure on his wound, without light the best he could think of was that Tim had been impaled by one of Killer Croc's claws. The fool had tried not to worry him, but it didn't work because now Damian felt even more alone, and scared because Tim might die. Robins weren't immortal Damian felt his shoulder ache were he had been stabbed by the Hetric.

"Tim, you better not die, you just have to hang on till we are rescued. Pennyworth and Thompkins will be able to provide whatever medical care your wound requires. If you die you won't be able to see Infinity Wars!" Damian added he knew that Tim wanted to see the Avengers movie. Damian himself didn't like the unrealistic fighting and how irresponsible billionaires were portrayed.

Damain tried to keep talking so the sounds from the sewer didn't seem so deafening to him: splash, drip, rats, more splashing, another drip. "I might even go with you and Grayson to see it. Black Panther may not be disappointing, he reminds me of Aquaman. Father and Grayson will be here soon enough. Any minute now, or they better be."

Damian sighed, he placed another bandage over the one he had put on originally if they didn't get here soon, it be too late for Tim.

His head still hurt and all he wanted was to just go home. So when he saw a faint light he thought he was imagining it. Until he heard the unmistakable voice of Grayson, "Robin, Red Robin."

"Red Robin, Robin where are you?" Batman's gravelly voice rang out.

They weren't going to die in that stupid sewer, freezing cold, and with only themselves waiting on someone that would come to late. Damian cried out,"We are over here. Hurry!"

Nightwing and Batman ran over to them as fast as they could.

With the flashlights they saw a miserable Damian and a too pale Tim. The rats scurried away as Batman and Nightwing grew closer to them. Batman reached them first as he leaned over to check them. He lifted Tim carefully in his gauntleted arms. Nightwing helped Damian up, because he was stiff from the cold.

"You''re going to be alright. We made it in time, Robin." Nightwing murmured to the shaken Robin. They hurried out of the sewer, Damian saw where Killer Croc was restrained. They rushed into the Batmobile and raced back to the Batcave where Alfred and Leslie where waiting for them.

Damian meant to stay awake after he'd taken a shower, but he fell sleep before Tim was out of surgery. His headache was thankfully gone and he could think again, Alfred had given him the all clear.. Dick had held Damian and tried to cuddle him, even though Damian weakly protested it. In a few few hours Tim was resting, out of surgery when Damian woke up. He ventured over where Tim was in the med bay, he wanted to make sure he really was goingnto be alright.

"Tt, I am glad you are going to live. No more dead Robins." Damian whispered to Tim, who was still sedated. "No more dead Robins."

AN I had an evil plot bunny attack me and I like writting Tim and Damian not exactly fighting.

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