A/N: Hello readers of the Arkham Asylum section :D After playing Arkham City, I quickly became intrigued by Robin. Why did he only have one cut-scene? And his appearance in Harley Quinn's Revenge was wayyy too short! Lol as you can tell, I totally love Robin, which inspired me to write this. I'm basing this Tim Drake as best as I could off the Arkham City one. He seemed a little arrogant to me, but also confident, a little pushy, somewhat reserved, and a tiny bit on the dense side. I also decided to go a little comic-verse and make him a little geeky and snarky. Or at least I was told he was a little geeky and snarky in the comics. I also know that he is still supposed to be a student, and as much as he doesn't look it, I've decided to make him a senior in highschool. I hope that I get him right, although it's hard to follow a character's character if you don't see much of him. Also, if you're reading my other stories, I totally apologize for not updating. I'm working on them as you read this, but I couldn't get this story out of my mind! Without further adieu, I present you the first chapter of Nursing a Broken Wing!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything besides my OC and the plotline.

Chapter 1: Broken

Things had been more peaceful now than ever. Yeah, Harley Quinn was still missing and Two-Face was causing his usual trouble, but the crime rates in Gotham had never been lower. Timothy Drake did not know why Batman was still upset over the Joker. To himself, he felt that it had done a little good to Gotham. Bruce hadn't killed him on purpose anyway, so it wasn't like he was going against what he stood for. It had already been three months after the incident and Bruce was still brooding to himself. All this brooding distracted him from putting on his suit and becoming Batman. This left Tim to put on his suit and become Robin, taking over the Batman's role for a little while.

Tim thought that Bruce was depressed. It was the first time that there was a death he knew about but could not stop. Maybe if he had let Tim help him that night, they wouldn't be in this situation. Batman had his hands full that night and Robin was left to deal with Gotham, where there was literally nothing going on. Maybe he was just being a little bitter because he couldn't have been more help that night.

Tim mused over these things as he entered the kitchen of Wayne manor. Bruce looked up from the newspaper he was reading at the table and smiled a little. Only a little, Tim noticed. He hadn't actually smiled properly since the Joker incident. In fact, Tim was lucky to find him out of his own room.

"Hello, Tim."

"Hey, Bruce. Anything interesting in there?" Tim asked, pulling up a chair and sitting down, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back.

Bruce put the newspaper down on the table. "Actually, yes."

"New villain?"

"New vigilante."

Tim's eyebrows furrowed together. "Seriously, you'd think they'd learn that we can handle it."

Bruce shook his head, sighing. "That's not really the problem. I've been doing some research... She's untrained; a potential danger to herself and those she tries to protect..."

Tim snorted. "Why am I not surprised? You'd think that after the Clifton incident, they'd be a little smarter..." The Clifton incident was similar to what seemed to be happening now. An untrained vigilante started roaming the streets as Superboy and ended up getting killed because he didn't know what he was doing. "What's her codename?"

Bruce shrugged. "She doesn't have one. People are starting to call her Mysterygirl though."

"The names our city comes up with..."

"And you think Batman and Robin is better?" Bruce asked, a little amused.

Tim blinked. "Well they definitely sound better to me..."

Bruce chuckled a little before sighing, "So anyway, I think that this could be a good solo mission for you... It's nothing too interesting... All you would be doing is trying to convince her to stop. Up for it?"

Tim knew that he was just trying to get him to do it so he wouldn't have to. After the Joker died, his runs as Batman had been more sparing. Still, it wasn't every day that he was given a solo assignment.

"Sure," he decided, "but don't you want to come too? I mean, everyone would probably feel a little better if they saw their favorite bat..."

He looked at Bruce expectantly, hoping that he would be able to get the man out of the house, but he was disappointed when Bruce shook his head. "I think you can do this just fine alone." His voice was hard and final.

The young man sighed, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table. "Alright then... I guess I'll head out in a few hours..."

Bruce simply nodded and turned back to his newspaper. Tim got out of his seat and left the kitchen, leaving the bat to himself, just like he liked it.

When it was dark enough out, Tim strapped himself up in his Robin outfit and took off out the window. Melting into the darkness, he made his way to the heart of Gotham, climbing on rooftops and gliding onto balconies. It was a pretty normal night for Robin - scouring the streets for any signs of criminal activity and the new vigilante. The shadows of a group of men caught his attention and he quietly slipped down from the roof of the cafe he was on.

Noiselessly, he slunk into the shadows, peering around the corner of an abandoned apartment complex to see a group of strangely dressed men. All of them were wearing tuxedos, but not the kind you would buy in an everyday tux store. Half of the suit was white while the other half was black and looked as if it might have been burned in several places.

The men also wore masks that reflected their suits. Half of the mask was normal, while the other half was burned and grotesque-looking. They were Two-Face thugs; it couldn't be more obvious. Tim ducked his head a little and listened in carefully, trying to pick out what they were saying.

"They're sayin' that he's back..."

"I don't believe it for a second."

"But even if he was workin' for him, he couldn't have his own territory could he?"

"I dunno... Guy's smart. He could use some of that-"

"Let's not talk about this anymore, alright?"

There was some collective harsh laughter.

"What, you scared?"

"No! I just think that we ought to go back to what we were doin' in the first place. Two-Face would kill us if we didn't."

"Yeah, he's right..."

Tim had heard enough. He turned on his detective mode and glanced at the group. One of them had a knife and one of them had a bat, but the rest were weaponless. Time to make his move. Taking out his bo staff, he walked swiftly from around the corner, going up the middle of the street in plain sight. Two of the five thugs saw him and were startled. So startled, that they nearly fell over in shock.

Robin nearly snorted. The criminals should have been expecting one of them to come. They roamed around almost every night.

"It's Robin!" One of them shouted, running over.

Tim cracked his neck cockily and swung at the thug at the last second, sending him flying across the street. He was prepared for the next attack and blocked the bat that came at him with his bo staff. Swinging around, he went to block the knife that came slashing at his exposed arm, but was too late. The blade cut deeply into his flesh and sent pain shooting up his arm. He pushed past the pain as much as he could and swatted the knife with his bo staff. It knocked the knife out of the goon's hand and Tim advanced, hitting him hard in the head and rendering him unconscious.

He was more careful now as he fought through the small crowd of thugs, the warm blood oozing down his arm being a constant reminder to stay alert and not be cocky. Tim spun his bo staff and succeeded in stunning two out of the four goons left. While the two were stunned, he moved onto the others, slamming one of their heads into the wall. Three more to go.

Robin used his bo staff as a vault and kicked the the other guy down. He stepped on his chest to keep him grounded while he whacked him in the with the cool metal in his hands. He turned just as one of the previously stunned thugs came at him, swinging a punch at his stomach. Tim was able to dodge most of the blow, but still got some of it.

His side throbbed a little, but he still kept going, knocking both thugs out within a matter of minutes. After they were out, he reached over to his wound and gently probed it. He winced, feeling that it was pretty deep and still bleeding, but he couldn't stop now. He had to get his job done and at least look for the girl for a little bit.

Tim pulled out his grapple gun and aimed up at the roof to his left. Once it was securely attached to the roof, he began to climb up swiftly and quietly. He stumbled once, but it didn't slow him down much. Within a matter of minutes, he was on the roof. He scanned the area, listening hard for any noise that might be suspicious; if this vigilante was untrained, she probably wouldn't be silent. He didn't see anything.

Robin then began the task of actually searching. The first place he decided to look was in one of the most obvious places for criminals to hang around. The Gotham City Convenient Store. Most people probably would think that it was the bank, but the convenient store was easier to rob. Not much security, one store manager, and it had all the food and supplies they needed to live in the slums. He wasn't really expecting to find anyone there, since it was an overly obvious place.

Yet there someone was. Moving closer on the roof, he looked down into the alleyway to see that it wasn't just one person, but a group. Here we go again. Tim crouched down, tapping his detective mode on and scanning the little crowd. The female, who must have been his target, was pressed against the wall. Her condition was nervous and her bpm was a little over a hundred. He shook his head. Why was she doing this if she was afraid?

Turning the detective mode off, he watched for a moment as the thugs moved in on her. He needed to move in now. Springing up, he jumped off the building, his cape slowing him down and causing him to glide. As he glided down, he kept his left leg fully extended and bent his right leg up a little. It was just a personal preference he had picked up as he learned to glide.

Robin landed smoothly on the ground behind the thugs, getting a glimpse of the girl. Her forehead was bleeding from a cut and there was a nice bruise formed on her right cheek. Silently, he picked off one of the thugs that was on the outskirts of the group, clamping his hand tightly over his mouth and squeezing his windpipe until he was knocked out. Tim let him drop quietly to the ground and he picked off another, doing the same to him. Unfortunately, those two were the only he could silently take down without being seen.

He took out his bo staff, pressing the button on it and making a shield pop out. He rammed it into the goon closest to the girl, causing him to go flying off to the side. The motion caused his wound to throb painfully. Instead of stopping, he turned around and ambushed the last thug, who was completely shocked and confused. Smirking, Tim took him out with a simple head blow. The goon that had been knocked down by his shield didn't even bother to get up, even though he was conscious.

Now finally he could get a good look at the girl. She had a cheap-looking grey mask on, outlining her dark brown eyes, which were widened in fear. What looked like a handmade black jumpsuit covered her small frame and a scrunched up black cape dangled from her neck. Her outfit was pretty ripped and mangled and he could see some blood oozing out of one of the rips on her calf.

"So, having fun?" He asked snarkily, letting his bo staff collapse in his hand.

When she didn't answer, he sighed, taking a step closer. This caused her to flinch. "You're pretty injured," he started again, deciding to take a softer approach, "I'm going to have EMS come and take you to the hospital, alright?"

He noticed this seemed to frighten her even more.

"No!" She blurted. "You can't! They can't see me like this!"

Tim was a little confused. "They've seen much worse, I can assure you that. You'll be in good hands. Now maybe you've learned that you can't just buy a costume and go out fighting crime-"

"They'll be so angry!" She slid down to the ground, closing her eyes in pain.

Who was she going on about? He realized that he probably wasn't going to talk any sense into her in this state. He crouched down to her level, his blue eyes trying to get a read on her. The only things he saw was what he already knew. She was scared and in pain. "Who are you?"

The girl shook her head rapidly, her dark red hair spilling out everywhere.

"Can I take off your mask?" He asked slowly, reaching his hand out.

He definitely wasn't expecting her to react the way she did. She swatted his hand away, shrinking back against the wall, though she was obviously exhausted and not going to put up too much of a fight. What was he supposed to do? Usually when situations like this arose, Batman was with him and making all of the hard decisions. This time it was all him.

It was then that a crazy idea popped into Tim's head. What if he took her back to Wayne Manor? Alfred knew emergency medical care and if they kept her in the medical bay, she wouldn't know where she was. The only problem was, what would Bruce think? Smart as Tim was, he couldn't think exactly like Batman could, so he wasn't sure what his reaction to this would be...

"What if I took you somewhere other than a hospital?" He hesitated, "somewhere where you could get medical attention but no one would know?"

Her eyes shone a little at his words, though she still looked pretty out of it. He took that as a yes.

"I'm going to pick you up now, alright?" He was a little out of his comfort zone, being so soft and patient, but she definitely needed it and if it would get her out of here alive, he wasn't complaining.

She simply watched him as he gathered her up in his arms, her tiny body curling up as he did so. Shifting her so that he was holding her in his left arm, he shot his grapple up to the roof and climbed, keeping her securely in his grasp. It wasn't the first time he had had to carry someone like this, but it still made it harder for him to move. After he got on the roof, he put her down gently and turned on his comm link to contact Barbara or Alfred.

"Barb?"

Tim waited a moment before he heard the familiar voice of Barbara Gordon.

"Tim? What's going on?"

"I found her. And I'm...bringing her back."

"What? Who are you talking about? Because if this is some ex-girlfriend of yours-"

"No! No...um, didn't Batman tell you why I was going out?"

"No. He just told me to be available since you were going out. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, since you go out almost every night."

"Oh..." Tim frowned a little to himself. "He wanted me to try and find that new vigilante. You know, the one in the paper?"

"So you're bringing her back...here? Oh gosh, what did she do to you?"

Tim face-palmed. "She didn't do anything to me. She's badly injured and she refuses to go to the actual hospital. Plus with the state that she's in, she probably won't remember any of my lecturing even if I try to explain and she might go right back to doing what she has been. I'm just doing what Bruce told me to...only there are a few...complications..."

"Complications? Tim, you do realize what could happen if she finds out who we really are and where she is staying, right?"

"I do. And I know it would be easier to just take her to the hospital, but something's just...not right..." He sighed. "It's hard to explain right now, but I just wanted to let you know ahead of time."

"Do you want me to tell Bruce now, or would you rather be greeted by a confused and surprised bat?"

"Very funny, Barb. Just...tell him, alright?"

"Will do."

With a sigh, Tim picked up the girl again and started the journey back to Wayne Mansion. It took a lot longer with the girl in his arms. By the time he entered through one of the secret passages, she was dozing off. He stopped in front of the secret door that led to the Medical Bay and connected his comm link again, although this time he specifically connected it to Alfred's.

"Alfred, I need you in the Medical Bay ASAP."

"Yes, Mr. Drake. I will arrive there shortly."

Tim opened the door, via finger scan, and entered. He gently put the girl down on one of the beds there and moved toward the real door to see Alfred rushing in with Bruce not too far behind. Bruce peered in the room to see the girl on the bed and then made a beeline for him.

"Alfred, you can tend to the girl. I need to speak to Tim."

"Yes, Master Wayne."

Bruce walked out of the room, leaving Tim to follow. Tim knew that it was a hint to follow, even though it was specifically stated otherwise. The younger boy followed his mentor, pulling his hood down and peeling his mask off his face.

"Why did you bring her back here? It could ruin everything we worked to achieve. If she finds out about us, Tim-"

"She won't."

"How can you be so sure?" Bruce stopped suddenly and turned to face him.

Tim's eyebrows knitted together. "Bruce, she's injured. She's not getting out of the Medical Bay for a little while. Plus we can keep her locked in there when no one is around."

"What happens when she's better?"

"I..." Tim paused, trying to form the words that were swimming through his mind. "We can just tranq her and move her...?"

Bruce's face was as stolid as it was when they first met up. "I really don't think this is a good idea at all, Tim. But I'm not going to move her now. In fact, I'm not going to move her at all. You got into this mess, so you can get out of it. By yourself. Don't screw this up."

Without another word, the great Bruce Wayne swept down the hallway, turning the corner and disappearing from view. Tim sighed, putting his fingertips on his forehead. What had he gotten himself into now?

A/N: Alrighty, so I actually finished it xD I felt like this would sit on my laptop forever haha. School's just been a pain lately and I'm trying to focus on my studies, so that means less time to write. It took me a lot longer to write this than I would have liked xD Oh and by the way, I apologize if Oracle isn't in character. I never really liked her that much, so I kinda just tuned her out whenever she talked in the game .-. The only reason I didn't like her, is because whenever she talks, you can't really do anything besides walk o.o Or maybe I'm thinking more of Arkham Asylum xD Anyway, if you have any questions, comments, or constructive criticism, feel free to leave a review :D

Mo :D

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