Prompt: #22, Libido
Word Count: About four hundred.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Tim's youth hasn't been a normal one.
Robin drags the suffocating gang member out of the burning building. He wasn't supposed to engage directly so soon in his training, but he had seen the gang dragging a woman to the empty building and considered that Batman was too far to answer in time.
He makes a quick mental note to the effect that startled gangs will use guns even in the presence of inflammable materials, and starts doing mouth-to-mouth respiration and chest compressions.
Batman is not going to be happy.
Small-time criminals are supposed to have a somewhat ambiguous relationship with Robins. Dick had been able to charm pretty much everybody not actively bent on killing him, and Jason had almost blended with them in a way that must have been both disturbing and useful to Bruce.
Tim wants to also continue this aspect of the Robin tradition, but sometimes it's difficult. He lacks, of course, both the people skills of Dick and Jason's street experience, but there is also the fact that criminals seem to have become both less amiable and more desperate than in previous years.
There is no other explanation, Tim thinks to himself as he puts on a latex glove, to a diamond smuggler going Papillon on him.
A short trip with his parents, all things considered, was an opportunity not to be missed. Bruce himself had refused to let him skip it. And Metropolis was, all things considered, the least likely city in the world to need a Robin.
Which meant that he was now stalking a LexCorp warehouse in jeans and a t-shirt, keeping an eye on a kidnapped Superman until Batman reached the city. It's strangely similar to the time before everything else.
Nonetheless he feels naked. He hopes Batman will hurry up with his suit.
The hand over his neck feels oddly intimate. He doesn't know half of the pressure points Shiva is targeting, but those he recognizes would be enough to render him unconscious at the very least. Assuming he doesn't pass out first from the beating he has just taken.
Shiva leans toward him and whispers in his ear. "Better. Again."