“Thanks for helping out. I really appreciate it.” Tim said, watching as his friend grabbed clean bandages. “My brother was supposed to help me change these out, but you know. Patrol.”

Bruce and the rest of his family had urged him to stay home and rest. As much as he tried to protest that he wouldn’t be out long and could return to being Red Robin quickly after his procedure, he couldn’t. He really needed the time to heal. He definitely did not need the risk of his fresh wounds opening.

His friend gently helped him prop up against the headboard of the bed frame. He was still early on in the healing process and definitely not ready to go back to fighting; he could still barely lift his arms. How could he run around fighting crooks in this shape?

He winced slightly. The pain wasn’t as intense anymore. The pain started to dull for the most part with the help of pain meds—the meds have made him loopy for the past few days. As much as he hates it, he’s required to rest and take it easy. He knew the post-op healing process from top surgery wouldn’t be an easy thing.


His hands lowered to his sides, slowly unwrapping the bandages around his chest with the much-needed help of his friend. He was thankful for his friend. This was one of the first people he ever had the courage to come out to as trans, and he was shown nothing but unconditional love and support, no matter what.

“Damn, my surgeon really did a good job.” he muttered, peering down at his chest, not helping to hide the grin that spread across his face and the way his eyes softened at the sight of his chest.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, his gaze turned back to his friend. It was still relatively early on, and the swelling hadn’t gone completely down yet. But he’s never been happier with his progress than he is now.