First Jaytim story! And since it's my first, characterizations are a bit OOC. Or maybe a lot. Not quite sure...I had my friend look it over and I fixed what she told me too, but it still seems a bit off...I don't know. Just as long as you all enjoy it, and I enjoyed writing it, then we're good! ;)

There's three chapters. I have them all written, but they'll be updated over the next few days. Or maybe I'll just give in and post them all today. Depends on if you guys like it or not. x)

Rated T for lots of swearing. Oh, Jason...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Batbabies, but a girl can dream, right?

Chapter 1

Red Robin whirled around with a growl, fully prepared to launch himself at another thug only to stop abruptly with a grunt. His eyes widened in shock and pain as his eyes landed on the hilt of a knife protruding from his stomach. He gasped and stumbled backwards, a hand fumbling to grab the blade and pull it out. However, he stumbled over a discarded gun and fell to the ground. The man that had stabbed him began to advance, a malicious grin on his face. Tim whimpered, left hand flying to his stomach, right hand helping him scramble backwards. He vaguely heard Red Hood call his name and a series of gunshots quickly followed, effectively knocking Tim's attacker to the ground where he remained silent. The boy collapsed back to the concrete and curled in on himself as much as he dared, not wishing to impale himself any further. Within moments, however, a set of gentle hands was placed on his shoulder and knee, carefully rolling him onto his back.

Jason's eyes frantically roved over Tim's abdomen behind the whites of his mask. He quickly pulled his dagger from its sheath and brought it forward, only for Tim to flinch away with a wince and a whimper.

"Shhh, Babybird, it's alright. I'm not going to hurt you."

He reached forwards again and swiftly began to cut away the surrounding material.

"Fuck."

The knife was buried all the way to the hilt, blood leaking slowly from around the metal. He glanced around for something he could use as a makeshift bandage, because once that knife was out he was going to have to stop the bleeding immediately, or risk losing Tim.

His Tim.

Not able to locate anything else, he growled in resentment before ripping a sleeve off of his jacket. He tapped his comm three times -their distress signal- before leaning back over Tim.

"Tim? Tim, can you hear me?"

All he received was a whine and a forced nod, but it was enough.

"Alright, good. Stay awake, alright?" Nod. "I'm going to take the knife out soon, 'kay bud?" Another nod. He gently placed a hand on Tim's stomach, and wrapped the other tightly around the hilt. "Just listen, focus on my voice. So... I was thinking we could head into town sometime this week, maybe hit the movies then that ice cream parlor you like so much afterwards."

"...Yeah?" Tim ground out.

"Yeah. You can pick the movie just as long as it's not a chick flick. I hate those. What about that new horror movie? What was it called again?"

"E-Empty. I-" suddenly he let loose a sharp scream and pressed his head back against the concrete, back arching slightly as Jason quickly jerked the knife from his stomach. He quickly followed up with his ripped sleeve and pressed down securely on the wound. Tim clenched his jaw tightly and groaned.

"Sh-shi- aahgh! Shit!" Tim screwed his eyes shut and pressed his head back harder against the ground. Jason shushed him and gently placed his head in his lap, continuing to apply pressure to staunch the bleeding.

"Jay...J-Jason, it hurts..." Tim whimpered, his hand tightly clutching the elder's wrist holding the cloth against his wound.

"I know, baby, I know." Jason responded softly, his other hand coming up to comb through Tim's hair soothingly. Tim calmed slightly at the touch, but continued to keep a death grip on his wrist. "Help's coming, but you've gotta stay awake for me."

"Y-yeah... okay. Do... Do you want to h-help me plan revenge on D...Damian for last week when he crashed my computers and r-ruined your jacket?"

Jason snorted. "Sure. Fire away."

"So... I-I was thinking…" Jason listened intently as Tim rambled on about revenge and tactics and strategies in preparation to get back at Damian.

"Sounds like a plan Timmy." Jason said with a smile once the younger man finished. However, it quickly faded when he noticed the pool of blood gathering below Tim and realized the sleeve of his jacket was fully soaked through. He set his jaw as he quickly ripped off his other sleeve and replaced the wet one with the new. His green orbs flitted to Tim's face and he carefully pulled off his domino mask, revealing Tim's cobalt blue eyes to be slightly foggy and unfocused. Jason tugged off his glove with his teeth and placed a hand on the younger's forehead. His skin was cold and clammy, sweat droplets sliding across his forehead as he shivered.

"J-Jay, I'm c-c-cold..." he whispered hoarsely.

The young man winced slightly at the tremor in the younger's voice. Should he...? Oh screw it. He tore off his jacket and draped it over Tim's chest, before resuming combing his hand through the younger man's black sweaty locks. "That better?"

"Y-yeah." Tim sighed lightly and closed his eyes. Jason's widened however and he lightly slapped Tim on the cheek.

"C'mon babybird, you gotta stay with me."

The third Robin's eyebrows furrowed before his eyes groggily fluttered open.

"So a few months ago, here was this woman at the supermarket, and she was a total perv..."

"Jason?"

"What?"

"Y-you're rambling."

"I don't give a damn. Just keep listening." he growled.

Tim smiled softly as he continued to listen to Jason. When his eyes would begin to droop, the older man would slap his cheek and scold him before continuing. But finally, the pain was too much, and he was just so tired...

"...I dropped right in front of him and he freaked out and dropped the money, then ran away screaming. I'm pretty sure he pissed his pants too. It was-" he stopped abruptly when he noticed Tim's eyes were closed and his breathing was shallower than ever. "Tim?" he asked, lightly slapping his cheek yet again. "No, Tim, come on! You've gotta stay with me!" when he didn't receive a response, he slapped him again, harder this time. "Damn it!"

Not able to find the strength to speak, Tim mouthed 'I'm sorry,' to the man above him.

"No. Nonononono. Damn it, Tim! You're not fucking leaving me!" Shit, where was Bruce? He was supposed to be here ages ago! If that bastard let his Timmy, -another Robin- die, he was going to-

A strong pair of arms was suddenly wrapped around his middle, trapping him, and wrenched him backwards. Tim's head fell out of his lap and hit the floor with a dull thud, a weak whimper quickly following. Tim was then gathered up and smothered by blackness, hurried footsteps carrying him further and further from Jason.

"NO!" Jason bellowed as his vision blurred. Fuck, was he crying? He squeezed his eyes shut and thrashed frantically in the arms keeping him captive. "Damn it, let me go you motherfucker!" He flung his elbow back to where he assumed his captor's face was. A groan could be heard as well as a soft, "Shit." The arms around him eased up slightly, and only for a millisecond, before pulling Jason tighter to his chest.

"Jason, be quiet. It's just me."

"No! Tim!"

"Jason! Calm down!"

He shouted in rage and continued to thrash to the point where his captor was struggling to keep a hold on him. He was not going to let Tim get taken!

"Crap! Damian, sedate him! Hurry!"

The words barely registered before a needle was thrust into his arm. Within moments, his movements were becoming sluggish and his brain foggy. With a final whispered, "No..." he slumped back into warm arms and quickly became unconscious.

Soooo...what'd you think? If you guys really like it, I'll upload the next chapter tonight if I get the time. If not, it might be a little while...I have rl stuff to do, too. Like cleaning my room. Which I'd really rather not do. I mean, it's not that bad. ;)

Anyway. Shoot me a review if you'd like. I'd like some opinions/constructive criticism/flames/etc. Oh, and I need help figuring out a new title for this! It was the only thing I could think of, and I don't really like it all that much...:1 So, help? Fire away!

~Lyss