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Tim was definitely an idiot. He knew that Bruce would kill him if he knew that Tim had gone out to patrol with a concussion, and a sprained (maybe broken?) wrist. Tim refused to even think about how Dick and Alfred would react, but as long as no one found out, it would be fine! Besides, he was at Titan Tower, and they were all the way in Gotham, so there was no reason for them to ever find out.
He stumbled into the kitchen, on a very important mission. He scanned the room and landed on the only thing keeping him together. The coffee machine.
It looked kinda funny though. Or maybe that was just Tim. Everything was spinning and swaying and there were colors everywhere. But it was fine. It probably wasn’t a big deal.
“You look kinda funky,” he giggled to the machine, “Like you’re gonna bite me or somethin’.”
It was red and angry and Tim was really confused because it seemed taller than usual? And bulky. Also, why was it red again? Last he checked their coffee machine was gray. Maybe Gar had gone on one of his art crazes. Last time that had happened, the walls in the living room had ended up neon pink. He giggled again.
“I know you’re kinda angry,” Tim said, “But if you could just make me some coffee real quick, that’d be great.”
The coffee machine growled. Tim glared at it.
“Well that was rude. There’s no reason to growl at me,” he said.
“Did you just ask me to make you coffee?” it asked.
“Well… yeah. That’s your job, isn’t it? Cause you’re like… the coffee machine,” Tim replied, incredibly confused.
Last time Tim had checked, most coffee machines didn’t talk, but as long as it made good coffee, it was fine.
“Kid… Do you have a concussion?” the very red, very growly machine asked.
“I dunno, maybe. But I just need coffee and then it’ll be good,” Tim said, “‘Sides, why do you care? You’re just the coffee machine.”
“STOP CALLING ME A COFFEE MACHINE!” it shouted at him.
“Ow… No need to shout so much,” Tim said.
“You know what? We’re gonna go to bed now, replacement. I refuse to fight a concussed child,” it said, before it picked Tim up and started walking in the direction of his room.
This was when Tim started to panic, because coffee machines definitely should not be able to walk and carry him, so there was definitely something worrying happening. Either the coffee machine had come alive, or he had passed out and was hallucinating.
The coffee machine sighed at him.
“Are you mad Mr Coffee Machine?” Tim asked.
“For the last time replacement, I am not a coffee machine,” it growled out.
Tim turned to stare up at the person carrying him, and started flailing as soon as he saw who it was.
“Let me go!” he yelled.
“Kid, you’ve clearly got a concussion and your wrist is injured. I’m not letting you go, cause knowing you, you’ll just hurt yourself more,” Hood said.
“But you’re gonna hurt me! That’s why you’re here! And I don’t wanna die yet!” Tim said.
“God… I can’t believe I was planning on hurting you. You’re a child,” Hood sighed.
“HEY! I’m right here, and I’m not a kid,” Tim huffed.
Tim could feel how unimpressed Hood looked even with the helmet on.
“Uh huh. And I’m Batman’s favorite person,” Hood said.
Tim started to feel a bit nauseous and a bit dizzy, but it probably wasn’t a big deal. And he was still trapped in Red Hood’s arms, and he definitely needed to escape, because Red Hood was scary, and didn’t like Batman, which meant he probably didn’t like Robin, which meant he didn’t like him. But… Tim wasn’t wearing his Robin outfit, and yeah he was at Titan Tower, but that didn’t mean that he was Robin. And no one should be able to access the Tower unless they had the codes. Tim panicked even more than he already had been.
He thrashed and flailed in Hood’s arms, kicking and scratching and even biting anything he could. Truthfully, the only thing it did was startle Hood enough to drop him on the floor.
Tim was moving the moment he hit the ground, moving as far away as he could from the man intent on hurting him.
Unfortunately, Tim was at a large disadvantage, and had managed to hit his head again, so he didn’t get very far before everything started to go fuzzy. He could feel himself starting to fall to the ground, and the last thing he saw before everything went black was Red Hood looming over him.