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God Tim was going to shoot Jason.
Seriously he was gonna do it. He swore he would. Consider it payback for the fact that he left him to deal with six thugs on his own. Which, under normal circumstances would be perfectly fine. Not an issue, bit of a challenge but nothing he hasn't done before.
Except when a seventh comes out of nowhere and stabs him, that is when it is a problem.
So he was going to kill Jason.
Right after he didn't die himself. He'd been bleeding quite a bit and needless to say he was a little concerned about that.
The nearest safe house wasn't too terribly far thankfully and so he grappled there and landed on the balcony. He didn't remember it having a balcony but in his defence he didn't really remember the last time he closed his eyes longer than to blink. Quickly he undid the shoddy security system. (Really who set this up?) Then he slipped inside.
Only to be met with a pan to his head.
“Die Gotham scum!”
Red Robin laid on the floor as his head swam and his wound throbbed. He was fairly certain that he'd made an error when trying to find a safe house. Either that or the fairies he was seeing were from the sleep deprivation and not the pan to the head.
He groaned, “Ow.”
The woman that had hit him swore in a different language before crouching down, “Merde, I'm so sorry I thought you were an intruder! I saw it on Tangled and figured it would work for real life!”
Red Robin held his head as she eased him up, “Well, it works. Good swing.”
He heard the woman laugh a little and mention something about irony before easing him against a wall.
“Are you okay? You're, uh, bleeding everywhere.” She asked.
Tim groaned, “Yeah. Was trying to get to a safe house. Don't suppose my second attacker for the night has a first aid kit?”
The woman hummed, “I do, wait here. Sorry again for the head trauma…”
He waved her off and tried to will his headache away, but failed spectacularly. So, he just laid there against the random woman's apartment wall before she returned and began trying to clean his wound. He protested but she shushed him and continued to clean.
Red Robin cracked an eye open to watch her, “Do you know what you're doing?”
She scoffed as if he'd managed to offend her somehow despite asking a fair question, “Yes. I've stitched up a few wounds in my day.”
He chuckled and winced as it pulled on his wound, “You sound like you're old but you don't seem any older than me.”
The woman rolled her eyes, “Isn't revealing your age against like- some vigilante code?”
Tim shook his head and promptly remembered that he had been bludgeoned with a pan, “Not at all. It's actually the middle names that are super secret.”
She laughed as she stitched his side, experienced hands moved methodically and swiftly. He liked the sound of her laugh. It was pretty. She hummed.
“Never knew it was the middle name to keep secret. Good to know.”
Tim snorted, “What? Are you going to need that information for later?”
Her lovely laugh sounded again, “Maybe, maybe not Mr. Robin.”
Red Robin rolled his eyes behind the domino and stood with her help, “Please, call me Red, Robin was my predecessor.”
The woman smiled and he found that he really enjoyed it.
“Well then Red, you're welcome to crash here until you feel a bit better. Consider it my repayment for whacking you upside the head with my pan.” She said.
Red Robin nodded in acceptance and she guided him to her couch. He watched with vague interest as she cleaned up his mess. He'd definitely be sending her a new rug to cover up the blood stain. Once she was done cleaning, she went into the nearby kitchen and bustled around before returning with a steaming cup of something.
Tim would never not know the scent of coffee.
“I love you.”
She laughed and the pretty sound graced his ears again, “Oh so that's all it takes to win your love? Does that mean I get to know your middle name?”
“Jackson” he said from the lip of his mug.
The woman paused for a second before smiling, “I suppose I should tell you my name then hm?”
Red Robin shrugged, “Up to you, this coffee is delightful.”
“My name is Marinette.” She offered and he looked up at her.
Marinette? Hm. He liked the sound of that. Tim finished off his coffee and stood, albeit a little slower than he would've liked.
“Thank you Marinette. I'll repay you for the damages I swear.” He promised as he headed for the door.
She stood and frowned, “Are you sure you should be out-”
But he was already out the door.
Maybe he'd get her an actual security system that way she'd stop hitting intruders with pans…