"Breath Damn it. Breath." Tim continued to say between breaths and compressions.
"Don't you dear die on me." Tears started to form in his eyes.
"Please, don't leave me."
One hour earlier:
The boat was rigged to blow, the explosion wasn't going to be big but it would kill him if he stayed. Tim was calm the whole time. He carefully picked the lock that bound him to the wall of the boat luggage compartment.
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The timer on the bomb counted down. He couldn't defuse it. Who every put the bomb there they knew what they were doing. To get to the bomb he would set it off. But that was fine; he had plenty of time to leave. Without panic he opened the door and headed for the deck. Rubbing his head he decided that working out who had done this to him could wait till he was back in the cave, wait till he no longer had a headache. It was fine. Until he saw Damian.
The smaller boy was hanging in mid-air. There were chains around his wrists that were attached to an overhead beam while his feet were chained to the ground. His toes swung about two inches above the floor.
"Robin?" the boy didn't answer.
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Tim knew the timer was slowly ticking over. Continuing its count down.
"Robin?" louder this time, but still no response. He'd have to carry him. He picked the locks, harder than the ones that had held him. The work was slow. Too slow.
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Damian fell into his arms. He moaned in pain before falling silent again. Tim made his way to the edge of the boat.
What if they have Nightwing too? The question came to him in a flash. He placed Damian on the floor. Running he searched the boat making sure his elder brother was nowhere on board.
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Time was running out. He had to leave. Grabbing Damian once again head made it to the railing. He still couldn't get Damian to wake. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold the boy above water that long. He needed something to hold onto. He spotted a life-ring hanging on the wall. Grabbing it he slipped it over Damian. He started lowering the young Robin into the water.
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BOOM!
The explosion sent Tim flying. He hit the water hard. So hard he nearly didn't make it to the surface.
Shit where's Damian? He couldn't see his little brother anywhere. He spotted the life-ring, empty. Diving under the water he was able to find his younger brother, slowly sinking. He dove deeper, swam faster. The only thought he had was: get to Damian. Breaking the surface of the water with Damian under his arm Tim gasped for breath. Grabbing hold of the life-ring again he began swimming for land, using the light of the rising sun to guide him.
Present time:
"Damian. Wake. Up." Tim was starting to hit panic now.
Damian coughed, water spilled from his mouth.
"Tim?" his voice was weak. Before Tim could do anything in response Damian lost conciseness.
Batman found his two lost birds on an abandoned strip of coast. Damian's small Robin from was gathered in the protective arms of Red Robin.
"Tim?"
"Safe."
"What?"
"My Robin is safe. With me he's safe. I'll keep him with me." Tim was exhausted and only half awake.
Yeah. Bruce thought as he studied his boys. If for only that moment Damian was Tim's Robin.
Please review. This story ended up being more Tim them Damian but i like to think that Tim's the kind of brother, that no matter what shit Damian pulls, he'll always be there.
Love,
AtarinaMAK