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"Bruce, It'll be fine. I swear."
Tim's been on plenty of missions by himself before. Bruce was just being his usual overprotective annoying self. He's got tens of hundreds of contingency plans just if Tim gets in a pickle, god forbid if he gets a bit injured.
Tim pulls his utility belt over his waist and begins to put some supplies inside.
"Look, Tim, I know you've been on plenty of solo missions before... but I've seen the stress you have been under lately."
Tim took a deep breath to calm his body down. Even having the smallest bit of an argument with Bruce was nerve-wracking since he was his idol. "Bruce, everyone's been stressed lately not just me. That's what happens when alien invasions happen every week", his voice wavered a bit but still contained that signature Robin snark.
"Master Tim, I think what Master Bruce is referring to is your uhm, mistake, last week on patrol", Alfred says trying to convince Tim of Bruce's point.
"Alfie... I'll be fine, I swear"
6 hours later
"Fuck, are you kidding me."
The mission is in one of those -stan countries like Kyrgyzstan or Pakistan. Tim was way too tired and busy fighting ninja people with weapons that had powers or something. A typical Wednesday for Tim but there would usually be another person with him. Whether it was Dick or Bruce or even Steph in some cases, he had someone with him. This time he did not.
Tim runs and dodges and dodges some more but these guys keep coming. But he can see the end of the people so its fine.
One of the masked men almost got the jump on him but Tim does a stylish spin kick in retaliation.
These guys were getting way to close for Tim's liking and he was already a bit injured. Just a few cuts and bruises in some places but it was nothing Alfred couldn't fix up.
Bruce was so gonna kill him.
Since all he could think about was how he was gonna get his ass chewed out by Bruce in the passive aggressive way, he didn't notice one of his opponents come up behind him and slice him in the back.
"Shit!!"
The moment he was caught off guard, it was over and Tim knew that. All he could think about was how stupid he was.
The masked person in front of him knew he was caught off guard and took advantage of that.
The blade penetrated his abdomen. At first, Tim thought it could be mended with some stitches but this...
The burning pain and coolness of the air on his intestines was grueling. It's a feeling that no human should ever feel. Things inside should stay inside.
Burning again is all Tim can feel. His whole body is burning. And he's trying to hold his guts back but they keep slipping out due to his weak form.
At this point he's dead and he knows this. He just wishes that he could talk to his dad one more time. Or hang around Titans Tower with Kon and his friends. Or flip around on rooftops with Dick, Cass, and Steph. Too bad, huh
Tim's eyes open quickly.
The burn is still there...
How long has it been....?
Is he in the cave....?
Tim raises his head and tries to look at his belly, which was open not too long ago. There is no cut. No skin has been opened. He lies on the cold cement ground of the building he is in and breathes heavily. The breathing gets faster and quicker and now he's having a panic attack.
How great...