Author's Note: Thank you so very much to everyone who has favorited or is following or left a comment. Just so y'all know, I'm making this up on the fly so if it gets off track or seems disjointed, I'm sorry. Also, I'm fairly certain It's about to get interesting between the boys, so if you have a problem with that you should stop reading now. The rest of you, onward!

It had been quite a feat for Robin to haul Red Hood to his safe house. The man had an easy fifty pound advantage. Or, in this situation, disadvantage. Having lost so much blood, Red Hood could barely hold himself up, leaving Tim practically carrying him the two blocks. They were forced to take the street since there was no way Tim could hold Hood's weight swinging across from roof to roof.

Robin finally gets Red Hood to a middle class apartment complex. They enter through the front door –Tim can't get Hood up to the roof entrance- and wait for the elevator. Also waiting for the elevator is a girl, barely older than Tim. She's surprised initially but quickly smiles when she recognizes Robin. She waves and says, "Hi!"

Tim assumes she hasn't yet seen all the blood on Red Hood. He nods politely and replies, "Hello."

Red Hood, leaning heavy on Robin, raises his head slightly and grunts, "Sup?"

The girl's eyes widen drastically. Ah, there it is. "Oh God, are you okay?"

"Darling, I'm far from okay." Hood chuckles as if he just made a joke.

She looks to Robin, who tries to keep her from freaking out. "He'll be fine. Promise. It looks worse than it is."

"So it doesn't look like I'm dying? Good to know."

"He's not dying," Tim quickly asserts.

A bell dings and the elevator doors open. The two men exiting glance at the vigilantes but leave without comment. Robin helps Hood into the elevator and the girl follows, pushing the button for the fifth floor. "Which floor?"

"Seven, thank you."

Red Hood stage whispers in a way that makes Tim think he's trying to distress the girl. "Are you sure, Babybird?" The nickname makes her grin knowingly. The amusement is lost when Hood says, "I mean, I lost a shit-ton of blood. Fuckin' buckets." He slips a little and Robin readjusts his grip.

The girl apparently decides pleasant conversation will aid the healing process for a gunshot wound. "So… 'Babybird'. That's so cute." Red Hood's grin can be felt, even from behind the helmet. "How long have you two been together?"

Robin starts shaking his head before she even finishes the sentence. "We aren't… together."

"Aww, don't be shy, sweetheart." Hood leans further into Robin and coos, "This is our third date, actually."

The girl giggles and scolds Robin, "You take him to fight crime on dates?"

"Ain't that a fucking shame? I keep saying he needs to treat me better. I mean shit, it's not like he can't afford to take me someplace respectable. Without the damn masks."

Tim opens his mouth but absolutely nothing comes out and he actually feels his ears and cheeks burning red.

"Oh dear, I think we broke him," she says with mock remorse. The bell chimes, the doors open, and she steps out to the hall, waving. "Good luck. Have fun one your date!"

"Oh we will. Thanks, sunshine."

Red Hood laughs all the way up to the seventh floor.