Robin had remained in the care of Doctor Jack Drake for a week, with the team visiting regularly once they found out. They had been angry about not being told sooner, but too worried and sad to focus on that as much. The colour had returned to Robin's face, along with the warmth and the blood bag was no longer necessary. It was another three days until he woke up though.
His eyes slowly pried themselves open and he blinked the dots away before groaning when he tried to move.
"Ow" He turns his head to face his guardian, cowl up "Br- Batman?"
"Yes?" Batman responded immediately.
"Water?" Dick managed to speak through his dry throat "That's better" He said after having some.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like a truck rammed into me" Bruce noticed the smallest hint of Dick trying not to smile.
"I left Mount Justice and on my way over, a car shot out at me but they didn't do it on purpose"
"How do you know?"
"I saw him, just before I blacked out"
"What did he look like?"
Jack walked in "You're awake!" He exclaimed.
"And you're the guy that hit me!" Robin replied in an almost identical tone.
Batman angrily turned to face the doctor "I think you failed to mention that" He growled.
"To avoid your misplaced anger. Someone cut my brake line, which is why I hit Robin and I am" He laughed wryly "Incredibly sorry about that"
"Why didn't you take me to an actual hospital?" Robin asked, having finally noticed that he was in an average styled room.
"I didn't want to run the risk of them taking off your mask, if Batman had been there they wouldn't dare even think about it, but me? No"
"So how are you feeling?"
Robin shrugged, wincing slightly at the pain it gave his broken arm "I'm fine, I guess"
"Well I'm alive, that's something"
Jack smiled and Tim walked in.
"Am I looking at a young clone of me?" Dick asked in a whisper to Bruce.
"That's his son, Tim"
"Tim?" Dick looked over the young boy and studied his father more before his eyes went wide "The Drakes!" He turned back to Bruce "They were the family we got a photo with at the circus! I remember holding Tim"
"Are you sure?"
Dick nodded his head enthusiastically, ignoring the pain it caused "I have the photo! They sent it back after my parents-" Dick's speaking slowed until he couldn't bring himself to continue.
Bruce nodded his head, knowing how hard it was for Dick to talk about his parents death.
"Anyway, that's them!"
Tim stared at Dick curiously having heard the entire conversation "I promise I'm not your clone" He said with a cheeky grin.
Robin's smile went wide "You know, Timmy, I think we'd get along just fine"
Bruce inwardly smiled as the two conversed and went to thank Jack for saving his son's life, even if he was technically responsible for it in the first place.
I wrote this all in one day, I know it's relatively short, but I'm not really a fan of long stories.