It took me a moment to figure out which angle I wanted to approach with it, but I went with this.

Embers flickered, bouncing off of a fire. The rocky interior of a cave reflected the fire off of the walls, silhouetting around two figures. Conner was sitting in front of a fire made from parts of a tree that he hauled in. He watched the fire with Tim's bandaged up head resting on his lap.

They were going on a hike, which was a nice little break from their busy crime fighting lives. It was meant to be a fun, refreshing activity to get Conner and Tim outside. Unfortunately, the day seemed to have other ideas. First, they were attacked by a small group of drones courtesy of Lex Corp. Conner was able to fend them off well enough on his own since Tim wasn't prepared or in uniform. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to prevent Tim from losing his footing and stumbling back, cracking his head open on some jagged rocks.

As a result, Conner had to drag Tim down the mountainside. It only got worse as rain began to pour. Knowing it wouldn't be wise to travel out in a downpour, especially with Tim in the condition he was, Conner found a cave. When he got into it, he opened up a small first aid kit that Tim had the hindsight to bring. It had some bandages in it, which Conner used to secure the injury. Once that was taken care of, Tim began to shake, prompting Conner to get something to light a fire.

Knowing they had to wait the storm out for an unknown amount of time, Conner had no qualms with knocking a tree down and dragging it inside. Tim didn't move since Conner left, if anything, he was shaking more. Conner acted fast, ripping several parts of the tree apart and using it as firewood. He used this heat vision to get a fire started.

With the fire going, Conner tended to Tim. He knew Tim was definitely going to feel the effects of the impending concussion when he woke up. But for now, warming Tim up was all that mattered. He made sure they were close enough to the fire so Tim could feel the heat. Tim progressively stopped shivering, which was a good thing.

All Conner could do was wait. Waiting for Tim to wake up. For the storm to pass. While he knew everything was going to be okay, he had to be patient. He just listened to the rain falling and the low rumbling of the oncoming thunder.

A moan snapped Conner out of his train of thought. He looked at Tim who started to shuffle, starting to wake up. Conner slowly sat Tim up, knowing that he was going to feel a little woozy.

"Take it easy." Conner sighed. "You hit your head pretty hard."

Tim didn't respond. His body, on the other hand, jolted. Tim leaned forward as his gag reflex forced him to vomit. Conner wasn't disgusted by the reaction, lightly rubbing Tim's back to help calm him down.

"What happened?" Tim groaned, sitting up.

"You lost your footing and took a tumble down the mountain." Conner filled in. "Banged your head pretty hard."

"That would explain why my head is pounding."

His hand clenched the side of his head, reiterating that point. Tim curiously scanned their surroundings. Their stony protection was a little confusing. With him being unconscious, for who knows how long, Tim had no idea what they were there. Or why they were there for that matter.

"Where are we?"

"In a cave."

Tim shot Conner a glare. Sure, he kind of asked for that kind of response, but it felt a little redundant. It was an obvious answer to an obvious question.

"I can see that. But why?"

"It started to rain and I didn't want to risk you getting worse because of it."

Tim accepted that response. It made sense. The concussion was bad enough, but piling onto that with a potential fever or cold wouldn't be a good thing.

"Okay."

Tim started going down. He was a little tired, and wanted to sleep. Conner, on the other hand, wasn't about to let that happen. He stopped Tim midway, keeping him in a sitting position. Tim glared at him with annoyance.

"You got a concussion, remember?" Conner reminded. "I'm going to need you to stay awake for a bit."

Tim annoyingly scoffed, leaning against Conner. He watched the fire dance around as he felt Conner's arm drape around his shoulders. The bandages still rested on his head and Tim could feel the wait of it and the blood it absorbed. Explaining this to Bruce was going to be such a joy. It would have so much joy that he was going to be grounded for the next century from all of the fun the explanation was going to be. Tim mentally rolled his eyes at the thought.

Conner also had a point, not that Tim would admit it. It was a concussion and required Tim to stay conscious for a period of time so that he could get the damage assessed. It was something that Tim always knew, but rarely had to put into practice. He would just have to live with it and Conner's correct assertion.

Those weren't the only things that were on his mind though. He really appreciated that Conner took care of him. Sure, it was probably easy to do since Tim was unconscious up until this point, but he was still thankful that Conner took care of him.

"Thank you." Tim sighed.

"You're welcome." Conner replied, grinning.

Conner rubbed Tim's shoulder, which Tim welcomed. It was still raining, so they would be stuck in the cave for a little longer. Not that either seemed to care much. They were out of the rain and had a fire to keep them warm and out of the dark.

Tim could collect himself up enough to ride what remained of the concussion out. All he had to do was muster up the will to stay awake, which wasn't too difficult. Conner, on the other hand, could continue to monitor Tim to make sure nothing worse happened. He doubted that anything else was going to happen, but with their recent luck, it wouldn't be a surprise.

I was between them being trapped in a cave after an avalanche or a storm and Tim being in uniform or not. Either way Tim was going to be hurt with some kind of head injury though I also considered a fever too. The fever didn't feel like it would fit with all of the other injuries I've put TIm through thus far, so I just kept the concussion and them in a cave during a storm while in civilian clothes.