Ain't you getting treated this weekend with two stories

I don't write a lot of stories where Tim is Robin which I need to rectify because he was a cute boyo and Nightwing was in the middle of I wanna be a big bro and I wanna push Batman off a cliff

EDIT: TW GORE

Edited 14/02/2024: format change and small additions

Nightwing ducked down and skidded a knife along the floor to Batman. Right now he was fighting a robot that had taken both Batman and Robin captive. 

"You need to work on your aim," Batman commented when he barely caught the knife. The hero rolled his eyes with a groan. 

"Saving you here. Criticize me later like you always do," he snapped back. When the distress call came through, he was just about to finish his patrol. He'd been looking forward to finishing as he had the day off work after. He planned to spend it sleeping for thirteen hours and the rest staying in bed being lazy until the hunger eventually drew him out from the covers. He hardly treated himself to a relaxed day so he was excited to get to it as soon as he could. But when the signal came through, he had a feeling that the day of relaxation was going to be pushed back and he couldn't exactly ignore it. 

"Your form is off," Robin teased. Nightwing smirked at the boy, dodging a high-powered laser blast. 

"I can leave you to this if you're going to comment on my every move," he warned, knowing full well that he wouldn't.

Batman cut his ropes then Robin's and pocketed the knife. He wondered why the vigilante had a knife at hand but that was a question for another day. 

"It was just a simple observation," Robin defended, rubbing his wrists. Nightwing ran up a wall and used it to propel himself toward the robot only to be swatted away by its hard robotic arm. He was thrown to the dirt, rolling twice before standing up in a daze. "Observations you should take on board," he added cockily. 

"What's the plan?" Nightwing limped over dizzily to hear the plan. He hated to say it but Batman was probably the only one who knew how to stop the machine. 

"You two distract it so I can get to its power pack." They nodded, Nightwing smiling at the idea of flopping onto his fluffy bed. He could do with a three-day sleep but a thirteen-hour one would have to do.

The pair proceeded to attack the robot at any given chance whilst Batman began to take apart its inner workings. They had quite the upper hand until Robin got knocked back into a wall, stunned for a few moments too many. This gave the robot ample time to charge his blaster and aim. Seeing this, Nightwing dashed in front of the boy and pulled him into a protective hug. Blue light illuminated the room as the power burned through the older's back. He screamed in pain and fell on his side, desperately trying to even out his shaky pained breaths. 

"Dick!" Robin exclaimed, moving to see his saviour's back. His suit had been completely burned through and its remnants clung to his burnt flesh. The skin bubbled in the heat and Robin swore he could see the workings of a shoulder muscle. Nightwing's hands clawed at the ground as tears ran along his cheeks, reaching a gritted grimace. "Batman, Nightwing's been hurt!" he shouted, unable to fully vocalize what he was seeing. He turned back to the older who'd taken the blast for him, not daring to touch the bloodied figure for fear of hurting him.

A loud humming sound filled the area, gradually becoming lower as the robot crashed to the ground. Batman held a handful of wires but dropped it when he saw his ward's pained expression. 

"Robin injury status now," Batman ordered, running to their side.

"I think third-degree burns on the top part of his back," Robin reported, his voice shaking. His hands were stuck in mid-air, almost but not touching Nightwing's back. He could feel the heat coming off the wound. 

"Go to the Batmobile and contact Leslie. Tell her the situation." Robin nodded and dashed to the car, running faster than he ever had before. "We're going to help you alright?" Batman said, struggling to comfort him. Had this happened years ago, he'd know exactly what to say to make the acrobat feel safe. This wasn't the child he knew so long ago though and the words to help were far from his mind. He held Nightwing's hand, almost surprised when he felt how tightly the younger's hand was wrapped around his. 

"Think I'll have to have a day off work for this?" he asked through gritted teeth. Batman welcomed the dark quip. It meant the words he didn't know weren't completely needed. 

"Trying to play hooky?" Nightwing let out a tearful chuckle. 

"You bet. Could do with a few more days off and I used up all my holidays," he replied. 

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