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Tim hit the ground and rolled out of the cold, metal hand. The loud clang had sent his brain rattling in his skull. He clenched his jaw, fighting through the pain to keep himself mentally present. This wasn’t over yet. He couldn’t afford the luxury of checking out. He’d meant it: no one and nothing was going to hurt Conner, Bart, or Cassie while he was still breathing. That might have been a currently difficult task but not yet impossible.
“H-hey, Wonder Girl.” He should move, he knew that– he could see the looming metal giants behind Cassie’s frame– but his muscles felt locked with exhaustion. Blinking sluggishly, he smiled with bloody lips. “There’s two of you.”
His fingers loosely curled around hers. After a moment, he picked up on the softest crackle behind them, and closed his eyes in relief at the recognition of the sound as Kon’s heat vision sliced the air above them to cut through one of the other robots. There were words said as Kon rushed by them, up and moving again with ferocity, but Tim let them go without really hearing them. Kon was okay. Cassie was okay. He could feel his pulse and hers in their fingertips squeezed together.
Another hand closed over theirs, vibrating slightly. “You guys good? Nope. Dumb question. Stay down. We got this. I’m a little rattled but I’m a’okay. I got this. Gonna earn that hero card while you two play damsels in distress. Let me be cool, ‘kay?”
Tim gave a shaking thumbs up, wincing at the pain in his shoulder, his other hand keeping twined with Cassie’s. “Just… remembering how to breathe.”
“Shut up,” she muttered, giving herself a moment and feeling some of her injuries start to heal little by little. There was a bonus to being a demi-god. You could take the hits and you might have some broken bones but they’d heal a little bit faster than they would for any normal human. Whatever she had gotten her ass handed to her with she would be okay. At least physically, she managed that pretty well. “There is only one me, Robin.” Sure there were other Wonder Girl’s but there was only one Cassie. Sometimes she needed to remind herself of that. Let alone... anyone else. Seeing Bart had her heart softening and the breath she didn’t realize she was holding slip out, fingers twining around Tim’s with a nod. Trying to get up slowly so she could try to get Tim off the field. It was a slow move though. “You’re already the coolest,” she replied to the speedster though she wasn’t moving clearly as fast as she would like but she got an eye on Kon as he went in to save the day. These were her boys. She would literally die for them if she had too. “Breathe for me,” she told him softly, shifting enough to draw him into her lap and wrap around him in a protective way. She could get him out of there in a heart beat but the way she moved was so distinct. So very careful that she knew she would jostle him a little but not enough to cause any more damage. “I have to get you out of here...” the recovery for her was going to take time, and for the rest of them, half the time they were just there for sheer determination alone. “It’s been a long time since it was... young just us, right?” She was teasing a little bit, the blood running down her cheek from a wound on her head that hadn’t healed itself yet. She did NOT have the healing where withal that Kon did.














