Make the Great Leap —

In return, Barbara gave him an audible sigh that carried a fondness she seemed to only reserve for him. Even if he would be the cause of her gray hairs and constant state of stress.

after a moment, he finally spoke up and said what he needed " … so I need the great and all knowing oracle to save me, before I end up pissing more gangs off. "

Her words were accompanied by an exhausted roll of her eyes - but as always, her fingers were already flying over her keyboard, pinging his location. Once she had found him, Barbara pulled up the CCTV feed for the area, scanning the state he was in. Just in case.

> [ I've got you. You have two options ]

> [ First option: I send a drone your way to extract you and bring you here ]

She paused for a moment, green eyes flitting over the map of the area.

> [ Or there's a vent hatch to your left, approximately 9ft above ground ]

> [ The vent will lead you out by the Iceberg Lounge ]

" you know me, " there was a devious glint in his eyes, if it weren’t for his mask covering them. " i’m taking the stealthy route. " he swiftly found the ventilation hatch, using tools from the pockets inside his boots to pry it off.

crawling through air ducts was a piece of cake for him, or at least it should be. " just call me mister sneaky pants, o. " the acrobat whispered just enough that the microphone could pick it up, before climbing and lifting himself up into the vent.

A LEAP over rubble, followed by his light — acrobatic footsteps running hastily towards where he heard the bang from. Blood was already rushing from his broken nose, his fists bruised, and bleeding out somewhere from his thigh. Dick couldn’t give up just yet, he had to save those injured civilians. He owed it to them.

Knees bending, hands grabbing, arms straining as he bent down and picked up a decrepit piece of ceiling debris. Must’ve been knocked down after the explosion, of which Dick heard another one quietly behind himself. The ACROBAT whipped his head back, only for an incoming chunk of rubble to meet him. It was over in a flash, knocked unconscious by a stupid rock.

When Dick finally awoke, he IMMEDIATELY assessed the situation. Mask still on, good, but he felt someone. Someone holding. Eyes flicked open, he was being cradled and carried. Blurry, still adjusting, until he was able to make out the silhouette of the woman carrying him.

" You… " he started, straining " what are you doing? " . Moving his head over to look around, only to groan as pain shoots up his neck and drums in his face. Aching, but his bleeding had been taken care of. Dick asked one final question before his eyes couldn’t stay open any longer, " did you.. save them? "

"Yea.. They're being tended to and sent to Gotham general.." She answered him as her helmet voice modulator distorted her voice. Managing to transport him to one of her safehouses not far.

Setting him onto the bed as she tried to assess his other injuries. The bleeding she handled. "I didn't take off your mask out of professional courtesy, but I need you to keep awake for me okay, Nightwing?"

She took off her helmet having a secondary mask on underneath. "I think you have a concussion..but I need to do a test to see is that ok to do?" Grabbing a mini flashlight incase he agreed to be assessed for medical treatment.

the romani hero just nodded slowly, when kat asked him if she could do a test on him. trying his best to stay conscious, he then spoke " yes, whatever test you need to do.. " pausing, because he wanted to refuse the help but he knew he couldn’t. " just go ahead."

heart rate slowing, as he managed to get the anxiety down. still feeling like he had been hit by a semi-truck, despite it being just some rubble that actually hit him. aching, but not bleeding — not dying.

" do my vitals look good, doctor? " he joked, trying to keep the situation calm. that was just dick, always trying to make light of even the darkest moments.

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In return, Barbara gave him an audible sigh that carried a fondness she seemed to only reserve for him. Even if he would be the cause of her gray hairs and constant state of stress.

after a moment, he finally spoke up and said what he needed " … so I need the great and all knowing oracle to save me, before I end up pissing more gangs off. "

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :