(A/N)- Waffled back and forth on what to do for this one and just kind of eventually settled on some sweet hurt/comfort.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Noooooope, don't own DC.

RobStar Week 2022, Day 2 - Tender

Robin came to with a sharp sensation of pain slicing through his head. He groaned, the pain throbbing through him, heavy and almost overwhelming.

A soft touch stroked down his cheek.

"Ngh," Robin muttered. "What...?"

"Lie still," a gentle, sweet voice that he immediately identified as Starfire's said. "You have sustained a concussion, and a few other injuries," she told him.

He blinked up, his vision blurry, the light too sharp, too bright, his ears ringing, but he thought he could see her wide smile beaming down at him.

"I will have Raven attend to them momentarily," she promised.

Dazed, all Robin could reply was a dull, "Okay..."

He let his head slump back against what felt like her arms and just stayed there, his thoughts swimming, the pain in his head throbbing rhythmically through him.

Piece by piece, his memory and awareness came back. They had been fighting... Cinderblock? He recalled the villain bellowing, a large concrete fist... He must not have been able to dodge in time. Maybe that was why his back ached too, and his head, and... well... everything really.

Starfire had him, though.

He'd be okay.

-TT-

Starfire cradled him close, waiting patiently as the other three finished passing Cinderblock off to the authorities. She stroked her fingers down Robin's temple, hoping the gentle touch might break through and ease some of his pain. He seemed to appreciate her gestures, mumbling contentedly as he leaned into her.

Raven made her way over, serious, severe eyes glancing up at Starfire from under her indigo hood.

"What's the damage?" she asked.

Starfire shifted a bit, adjusting her hold on Robin. "I believe he has a concussion, at the very least," she told the empath.

Raven took one look at him and agreed with a nod. "Yeah probably." She scanned down him in an impartial, clinical fashion, assessing. "He's got a few minor bruises... gash on his head where he hit the wall..." She knelt down by them and readied her hands, meeting Starfire's eyes again. "I'll handle the worst of it, but can you take it from there?" she asked, eyes anxious, probing.

Starfire nodded. "I will take care of him. Do no worry," she promised.

Raven smiled softly and extended glowing, healing hands over Robin.

Starfire felt the healing energies wash over the boy in her arms, easing hidden tension, sapping away pain. Robin exhaled with a sound of relief, falling even softer against her, his nose almost pressing into her stomach, sleepy and affectionate.

After a few deliberate blinks, he looked up at her, eyes still struggling to focus.

"What hit me?" he asked.

Starfire felt a wry smile stealing across her face. "Cinderblock, unfortunately," she told him.

He pinched his eyes closed again, slumping a little. "That tracks..." he groaned.

One orange hand came up to cup his cheek, worriedly. "Are you in much pain?" she inquired, an anxious note in her voice. "Raven did what she could."

Robin just leaned into her gesture, giving a little hum at her contact. "Back of my head aches. Shoulder... side... kneecaps..." He nuzzled a bit into her middle. "You feel soft," he mumbled.

"Yooooooouu better get him back to the Tower," Raven observed with some concern. "He might need more than one healing session." She gestured to the battlefield. "I'll clean up here and then come right away."

Starfire nodded and slipped her arm under Robin's legs, lifting him up easily. She curled him very gently against her torso, tucking him in and floating up, gaining speed slowly so as not to jostle him.

It was a short flight. Starfire carried him downstairs to the medical bay and sat him down on a bed. He managed to stay upright, rubbing the heels of his palms against his brows carefully as Starfire stepped across the room to find the supplies.

"I think it's better now," he told her. "Ringing's gone." His eyes flicked up. "How long was I out?"

"Long enough for concern," Starfire said. She set the bandages and bottle of antiseptic on the bed next to him, then carefully tilted his head so she could see the gash in the back.

Robin held still as she checked him over. "Aren't you always concerned though?" he quipped lightly, being the perfect patient as she poked and prodded. "Something about me being squishy and breakable?"

"You are horribly breakable, my love," Starfire said, a rush of genuine anxiety and concern touching her eyes for a moment. "But do no worry," she teased, "I will handle you gently."

Robin chuckled. "I trust you," he said, no hint of playfulness in his voice now, just earnest affection.

"I know you do," she whispered back, letting her hands linger on his arm a moment before she began to tend to him.

She had him.

He'd be okay.