Something about disarming a bomb and some criminals... Complications... Hospital...? Critical condition...? Tim got shot-

That's about all you got from Bruce's phone call before you let your phone drop to the floor with a loud 'crack!' It felt like your whole world just came crashing down on you in a matter of seconds. Yet you managed to run out to your car even quicker, speeding your way to Gotham City General Hospital where your boyfriend was apparently in critical condition without bothering to pack an overnight bag.

You're certain you broke dozens of trafic laws on your drive to the hospital. You sped, forgot your blinkers, cut people off, and switched lanes constantly to avoid the most inconveniently timed traffic. Fines be damned, you could deal with them later.

Bruce was already waiting for you when you got there, pacing around restlessly in the lobby of the clean, white, yet somehow foreboding hospital. He couldn't stand to look at his son like this. Not when he thought he could've prevented it. And so he gave you Tim's room number and handed you a visitors pass he printed prior to your arrival.

As much as you wanted to tell Bruce that it wasn't his fault and he likely couldn't have done much to prevent it, your boyfriend was more important in that moment. And the second you rounded the corner and got a peep into his hospital room, you felt your heart shatter.

His body was bruised and bloody, similar to how he comes home after a particularly bad patrol. But this time, he had a plethora of bandages around his neck and looked oh so pale and fragile.

As you close the door behind you, a nurse can vaguely be heard saying something like 'Should we call the doctor...? It doesn't seem like the kid will even make it through the night.' But you ignore it, for your own sake as much as Tim's

One of his eyes barely peeps open to glance at you as you take a seat in the chair next to the hospital bed. Your darling Tim all bandaged and weak... It wasn't a sight you ever expected.