SUMMARY: Feeling that his combat skills could use some room for improvement, Tim Drake, Robin, seeks the aid of Dick Grayson, Nightwing, to teach him new moves. With each late night session, the boy finds that there may be feelings of affection for his mentor. Should he seek out these feelings or continue to believe it is merely infatuation? How does Nightwing feel when he discovers Tim's feelings.

I'm starting to get into NightwingxRobin and it kinda freaks me out because I went YEARS without pairing anyone together in the Batman world; it was my yaoi free sanctuary. ONE picture got me hooked on this couple and it drives me insane because I can't find any pictures or stories of them together. So, I decided I'd take matter into my own hands and make some stuff so others of this fandom can enjoy it as well. I don't know whether or not I should continue so I'll put up a little intro and if it gets positive feedback, I'll continue it.

-ryuzaki4

Robin landed on his back, crashing through the Gotham Toy Co. empty crates. He let out a loud yelp when he felt a protruding nailhead jab his side. That's gonna bruise. He went to sit up only to have Harley Quinn pounce on his chest, forcing him back into the crates, the nailhead now digging into the softest part of flesh on Robin's side. He let out a groan as Harley knelt on the boy, examining him with black lips curled back in a large, entertained smile. She tilted her head before sticking her overly exaggerated in size gun in Robin's face, pressing the cold metal against the sidekick's forehead.

"Look at what I caught, Mr. J," She giggled, "A little birdy fallen from his nest." Joker cackled behind Harley before hopping into view behind her, an even larger grin donning his face as he approached the two. He clapped his leather gloved hand before wringing his fingers, making an eerie sound with his hands as the leather stretched.

"Oooh, excellent job, Harley," He commended, patting the girl on the back. She returned the small sign of affection with a loving sigh, "If there's the baby bird, then Mama Bird can't be too far behind." As if on cue, the sun roof of the toy factory shattered while a looming dark shadow descnded upon the villains and sidekick. "Speak of the bat!" Joker cried as he hurled around to see Batman taking on some of his lackeys.

Distracted, Harley pulled her gun away just enough so that it aimed beside Robin's forehead. Using the small moment, he elbowed the crazed woman in her chest. She stood, shocked and in pain. "Dontcha know it's rude to hit a lady!" She cried, aiming the gun at the boy and shooting it. A round bullet shot from the end, barely grazing the Boy Wonder in his leg as he leapt out of the way. He knelt behind a crate to gather his breath, breathing quietly through his nose as Harley's foosteps rounded around the crate. They stopped a few feet away, allowing Robin to prep himself with several batarangs. He lifted them, ready to attack.

"Little birdy," Harley taunted, sighing loudly. There was the sound of a crate opening and ruffling with some styrofoam. "Have you flown away already?" In an instant, the crate Robin hid behind shattered. He rolled out of harm's way as Harley lifted an over-sized hammer above her head, grinning like the lunatic that she was. "Found youu!" She swung the hammer again, catching Robin's cape as he tried to escape. Once she lifted it again, he hurled the prepared batarangs at the girl and darted off into the shadows again. She shrieked in pain as one of the batarangs grazed her cheek.

"You little brat!" She cried, swinging and destroying any and all crates around her, "That's gonna leave a mark!" Robin went to reach for more weapons when a large hand gripped his shoulder. He spun around and saw Batman standing in front of him. Relief washed over the boy as the Caped Crusader hauled him to his feet.

"Come on," He instructed, looking up at the already broken sunroof, "Joker's got this place rigged with explosives." Robin nodded and shadowed Batman's movements as he shot his bat claw and was lifted out of the building. Behind them was heard the sound of a motor boat and laughter. The two masked heroes landed on the rooftop. Robin gave one glance at the escaping villain before Batman called his attention. The two ran off of the building and leapt onto the nearest rooftop, heading in the direction of home.

"Welcome home Master Bruce," Alfred greeted the two as they entered the cave, "Master Tim." He was holding a tray of fresh fruit and some water for the two. Robin always appreciated the small snacks that Alfred laid out for them after a night out. Batman, Bruce Wayne, began to discard his mask and armor, sighing some as his face came into full view. Robin followed suit, peeling off the black mask that covered his eyes. He blinked several times as the moist skin where his mask once rested cooled at the contact of the cold cave air.

"Master Bruce," Alfred interjected the two's moment of silence as they undressed, "A call for you came today while you were out. It was someone of Gotham Times asking for an interview with you. I told them you were out, but they did leave their number and name in case you desired to contact them again."

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce stood in a white tanktop and sweats on, a bit out of character for the millionaire bachellor, "I'll finish that once I'm rested. Tim, you should get some rest, too."

"Right," Tim nodded and went to lift his shirt above his head. He stopped midway as a sharp pain rang through his entire rebicage. Bruce came over and helped the boy rid of his shirt to examine the damage.

"What happened?" Bruce asked.

"Harley smashed me into a crate," Explained Tim, "I think it was a nailhead that jabbed my side." Bruce's thumb gently grazed over the purple swollen spot on Tim's ribcage, earning a loud cry from the boy.

"It's only tender," He said, pulling back, "Alfred, take him to see Dick. He should have something for you."

"You won't accompany Master Tim yourself, Master Bruce?" Alfred inquired, going to Tim and offering him some grapes.

"No," Bruce shook his head, starting towards the stairs that lead into Wayne manor. "I have other business to attend to."

"Understood," Alfred set down the tray of fruit and water to help Tim dress himself. "Would you like me to accompany you to see Master Dick?" Tim smiled some, although his side was pulsing in time iwht his heart.

"No thank you, Alfred," He respectfully declined, "But I will accompany you upstairs. You always seem by yourself." Alfred gave a genuine smile and lifted the tray of fruit.

"Shall we, then?" He said, waiting for Tim to step forward first. The two went up the steps into Wayne manor, Alfred speaking of his day and how he found just enough time to polish the new chess set that Master Wayne had given him. Tim listened as much as he could without seeming bored. Alfred had some interesting things to say sometimes, but he still had his own stereotypical old man tendencies. When the two parted ways, Tim paused for a moment, pondering on whether or not to see Dick.

Richard Grayson, Nightwing, was now housing with Bruce Wayne for the time being. He refused to say why he was back in Gotham and decided to live with Tim and Bruce, but Time never questioned it, nor did he really care. Dick was fun to be around when he wasn't tired and Tim didn't mind the extra company. Though, Dick always seemed to be in the gym or out in the streets.

Tim found himself headed towards Dick's room. His socked feet padding up the polished hardwood steps and down the thin hallway that lead to the older boy's room. The door was closed but lights streamed out of the bottom, letting the boy know that the older crime fighter was awake. He knocked twice, the first more gentler than the second. There was the sound of some ruffling of clothes and heavy objects before the door pulled open, exposing Dick Grayson in his own sweats. He leaned against the doorway, looking agitated and tired. His fingers combed through his dark hair before he sighed.

"Well?" He said, raising an eyebrow lazily above his eye.

"Have I caught you at a bad time?" Tim asked, taking a defensive step back, "You seem really angry and -"

"What is it?" Dick straightened himself up as Tim explained the events of his recon mission and how Batman had saved him from being blown to pieces. He described the pain in his body and who had done it. He stopped and allowed the older teen in front of him to soak in the information. Dick nodded and stepped aside so that Tim could step inside. He instructed the boy to sit and, not wanting to press anymore buttons, Tim did as told. Dick went to his dresser and pulled out a small tub of ointment. He returned to the younger boy, sitting beside him on the bed. Tim felt his body become oblique as Dick's heavier body weight caved in the mattress, causing everything to fall towards him, including Robin.

"Lfit your shirt," Dick instructed, twisting the top of the ointment off. Tim made a face, causing Nightwing to pause and stare at him for a moment. "Does it hurt too much?" Tim merely nodded. "Alright then, lift your arms as high as you can," Instructed the older member of the Bat family. Robin nodded and lifted his arms until his elbows were at shoulder height. Dick slowly rolled the bottom of his shirt up until the younger boy's nipples were exposed, allowing him to see the now swollen area where the bruise was. Nightwing whistled before sliding two fingers across the ointment, gathering it onto the tips.

"Now," He started, "This is going to be really, really cold." He slowly placed his fingers against the bruise, applying it in small circles. Tim drew in a sharp breath, causing Dick to chuckle. "Told ya so." He continued applying the ointment, laying it down in small soothing circles. The temperature of the ointment and the circles caused goosebumps to raise on Tim's arms and on the back of his neck. Had it been any colder or the motions more soothing, he would physically be shivering. He felt his stomach tighten and his shoulders tense as he looked up at Dick. His face was full of concentration as he tried not to press too hard on the sensitive spot.

"All done," He said, pulling back his hand. There was still some ointment, but he wiped the rest off on his pants. He helped Tim lower his shirt before smiling some. "Better?" He asked. Tim felt some heat gather in his cheeks before he nodded and stood.

"Thanks," Tim said, giving his own small smile. He headed for the door, pulling the knob so that it would open.

"Hey, if you want," Dick started, standing, "I can train you." Tim paused, looking over his shoulder, slgihtly flabbergasted. "I mean, from what you said it sounds like you got a good beating by Harley. I could train you, if you want." There was a moment of hesitation before Tim nodded.

"Yeah," He agreed, opening the door fully, "I don't think Bruce will be letting me on anymore missions by myself, or with him since I'm all sensitive. Until I'm healed up, we could train, right?"

"Right," Nightwing nodded. He reached the door and placed his hand on it. "Good night." Tim nodded and let the door knob go as he headed down the hall, the door shutting behing him. He felt his heart beating in his stomach as he continued walking away from Dick's bedroom and his palms were moist. Maybe I'm getting sick.

So, reviews please! Anyone that gets a review gets a hi-five from me mentally! I really wanna know if I'm going good so, again, if this gets positive feedback, I'll continue.

-ryuzaki4