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“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.
Tim’s eyes flickered back and forth between Kon and Bart, watching them through his own blurry vision and their occasional use of super speed. Suddenly his breath felt caught in his lungs for a whole other reason. Reality snapped into bright overexposure like a bad photo filter, like someone hit mute on the world and cranked up the white balance. Kon and Bart-- They were out there alone. They were fighting alone and Tim was laying in debris, useless. Get up, get up, get up-- They can’t-- They were already taken down once. He had to help. Everything could go wrong. He had to get back out there. If he didn’t--
Kon’s body broken and mangled in the dirt--
Bart’s screams of raw agony on an operating table--
Tim’s body moved but not by his doing. A distant part of his brain reminded Cassie, let her help, but the vice grip of panic instead had him pushing against her, muscles stiffening in renewed pain that went ignored. Where was his bo staff? He’d dropped it near here, hadn’t he? It would take too long to find. Had Cassie just said something? She had but Tim couldn’t parse the words when his full attention was back to watching Superboy and Kid Flash. They were still moving. Kon was smiling, clearly having fun denting and tearing metal with renewed vengeance. But all it would take was one second, one small mistake, and they could go down again. And if they did, they might stay--
“No. No no no-- Help them.” He scrambled to stand on his own feet, panic-fueled adrenaline helping him to momentarily block out the pain. The crash his body was going to be hit with would suck but that wasn’t even a ghost of a thought in his mind at the moment. “I-I have to help.”















