That was embarrassing.

Tim knew it was only a matter of time before the vigilante fan accounts plastered their pages with ‘Red Robin gets ass beat by Joker’.

He sighed, tumbling in through your window onto your bed, groaning slightly. He did not want to go back to Wayne Manor looking like this.

Besides, Tim loved when you patched him up- you were more gentle than Alfred and you didn’t scold him for being reckless (as much).

“Don’t ask” he interrupted as soon as you opened your mouth, “I’m so embarrassed. I thought I could do it on my own! I-“ Tim leaned into your shoulder, groaning, “I underestimated the joker. I thought I could take him down myself…”

The bruises forming, cuts over his body and battered bones were proof that he couldn’t. He’d done all the build up right; tracked joker down perfectly, he was good at detective work, after all. It was just the fighting he fell flat in. How embarrassing.

Tim sighed again, wincing a little as you pulled his suit away to tend to his cuts. “Sorry.” He mumbled