Another Chapter. Sorry it took so long. I really appreciate all the comments I've received. Thanks for all the support!
There were guns in their hands at an honestly unfair rate. Damian cursed and jerked them out of the way just as they started firing on them.
"So what's the plan?" Tim grumbled out. He didn't want to admit it but he was in alot of pain.
"Don't get shot."
"Sounds like a g-good one." Half leaning on the twerp wasn't helping him feel any better.
Damian glared at him, he did not like being patronised. He had never worked with Tim very closely before, he sounded very similar to the other former Robins when they got into situations like this. Why must sarcastic remarks be the knee jerk reaction in this family?
"Batgirl?"
"Robin, How's Red?"
"He's conscious."
"That doesn't sound as promising as it should. Why are you calling?"
"I need you to get in touch with Nightwing and send him to these coordinates with the Batmobile."
"Are you guys ok?"
The goons started shooting from a different angle.
"Is that gunfire Robin?"
"It is."
"Do you need backup?"
"Yes, call Nightwing."
"If I can't reach him?"
"Then you better show up. Drake is too big to carry on my bike."
"It's big enough for 2."
"Not if one is unconscious."
"I thought you said-"
"It could change at any moment. Get Nightwing."
"Right, on it."
The com went silent. He returned his attention to the shooters and getting Tim out.
"You owe me for this."
"We'll decide what to do about it l-later."
Damian nodded pulling Tim further onto his shoulder.
They stood cloaked in the shadows like that for what felt like an eternity. Damian didn't move, he didn't offer any ideas into his plan.
"Why aren't they moving further into the room?" Tim asked.
"I don't know."
"Probably because they think B-Batman isn't too far behind." It was harder than he thought it would be to talk.
"We need to get out of here. I loathe asking this and will deny it if you ever tell someone but, do you have any ideas?"
Tim chuckled, followed by another painful cough. "Put me down, gently."
"This better be good." Damian mumbled.
"Do you have any smoke pellets in your belt?"
Damian nodded.
"Ok how about a simple smoke up the room and escape through the window?"
Damian honestly pondered it. He wanted to tell him it would be easy and no problem, he didn't want to seem weak. But he had to honestly ask himself if he could carry Tim across the room and launch them both out the window.
"I don't think the smoke will give us enough cover. You can barely stand without me, we both know I'll be carrying you out."
Tim nodded. "How many guards? Can you tell at all?"
Damian disappeared for a short while. The shooting had temporarily stopped.
"They're cornered leave them be for now." Penguin said.
Tim squirmed and forced himself over just enough to see the doorway. They weren't shooting but they were still watching. He couldn't see Damian. It didn't worry him, the kid could handle himself. He just wanted to get out of there and get Alfred to patch him up.
"There are the 2 at the door. They're our main concern but there are at least 6 guys playing poker in the other room. There will be no forcing our way out of here. Your plan seems to be the best idea."
"Ok, help me up and let's do this."
Damian pulled Tim up this time draping him over his back so his weight would be evenly distributed. He pulled the smoke pellets from his belt.
"Ready?" Damian asked.
Tim nodded trying to help Damian with his weight as best as possible.
Damian threw the pellets and waited a few seconds for them to go off. Once they did their guards went into action.
"They're trying to get away!" One of them yelled.
He could hear them coming into the room.
Damian started running as best he could. Tim was weighing him down.
Tim was watching for the guards. He saw them before Damian. They aimed one of their guns. Thankfully it wasn't one of the automatics he'd heard them firing earlier. They were simple pistols.
They were going to fire. From the angles of the gun Tim knew one would miss but the other would hit Damian. He waited counting it out and rolled off Damian taking the bullet. He grunted in pain It hurt, getting shot was never a walk in the park. He was lucky though, he could feel the bullet. It burned. It was lodged somewhere around his rib cage, nothing life threatening yet. But it could just as easily travel through his body doing worse damage.
His legs gave out.
"Red!" He vaguely heard Damian cry out.
Damian was going to have to drag him out now.
He watched as Damian grabbed 2 batterangs, threw them at the guards and grabbed him again dragging him successfully below the window.
They were both breathing heavily.
"You ok?"
Tim grumbled some kind of response. He felt like he was going to lose consciousness again.
"Batgirl, did you get Nightwing?"
"You were lucky he was already on his way back to Gotham when I called. He'll be there in half an hour."
"Not soon enough. Robin out." He snapped.
The other goons had dropped their poker game and were fighting their way into the room.
"Just had to take the bullet didn't you!"
Tim grumble another incoherent sound. They needed to get out now.
Damian pulled his grappling hook out and shot at the ceiling. It caught on some kind of beam and seemed to support them. They were only going to have one shot at it.
He dropped Tim to the ground, oops. The snickered to himself, even though he should have been grateful Tim took the bullet for him and turned to the goons circling around them. They each had a gun. It would have been easier if someone was there to give him a hand but he would make due.
He launched himself into the guards disabling them just enough that he could grab Tim and force them through the window.
Gun shots followed them as he dragged Tim to his bike. They could not sit here and wait for Dick any longer. He climbed on his bike drapping Tim on his back like he had him in the building, "Try to hold on."
More grumbling, he was probably going to lose consciousness any second.
He started up his bike and got out as fast as he could. They wouldn't bother following them, they'd escaped.
He slowed down, he could feel Tim slipping off.
He honestly tried to catch Tim and stop the bike in case he missed. He did not accomplish either of them. Tim slipped off the back of the bike a rolled a bit.
Damian forgot all about his bike and ran to Tim's side. He tried to shake him a little. He was out cold. Part of him was worried it was the fall that did it. He successfully convinced himself Tim fell because he lost consciousness. Dick was going to kill him.
"Nightwing?"
"Damian are you ok?! How's Tim?!"
"Unconcious, we've managed to escape. I'll send you my new coordinates. Red Robin is going to need medical attention."
Dick must be in the Batmobile if he's forgetting their code names, but they were still out in the open so he would stick to them.
Tim wasn't responding to anything. The gunshot wound was bleeding alot. He hadn't noticed that before. Of course his attention was more focused on getting them out at the time.
"Red Robin!" He snapped trying to get Tim to open his eyes.
He checked his pulse, it was steady but too slow.
"Red! Open your eyes!" He snapped.
Tim was completely unresponsive.
"Drake!" Damian's heart hurt. He was uncharacteristically worried.
If only he hadn't taken that bullet maybe he wouldn't feel so guilty.
Dick arrived before Damian had much time to panick. He scooped Tim up like he weighed nothing and put him gently into the Batmobile.
"You want to come with us or take your bike?"
He didn't respond just jumped onto his bike and took off. It was his way of coping.
I'll hopefully get another one up tomorrow. Hopefully you guys like it :)