“We found him!” Damian pressed a finger to his comm. “Repeat, B2 has been found.”
Tim’s hands tightened on his staff as he surveyed the scene. Dick was down, his black/grey suit speckled with blood as Red Hood knelt over him, his arms wet to the elbows.
“Back off Timmy.” Jason hissed, “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Really?’ Tim demanded archly, his fingers flexing over the bo as his muscles tensed for combat.
Jason cursed under his breath. “Fine Babybird! If you wanna do this right now, fine. But Damian needs to get his ass over here first.”
“Why?”
“Cause if you and I are gunna go at it, I need Robin to put pressure on this wound otherwise big bird’s gunna bleed out.”
Bruce landed on the roof with thump, a batarang ready in his hand. “Report.”
All three of them stiffened, programmed to react to his command voice.
Jason relaxed first. “Misunderstanding B. Dickie was already down when I found him.” He shifted his weight slightly, letting Damian move in beside him as the youngest Robin reached for his trauma supplies
Dick cried out in pain as Damian started working, clipped off the nicked artery.
Bruce rested a hand on Tim’s shoulder, holding the enraged youth still as Jason bent to stroke Dick’s face.
“It’s going to be ok Dickie Bird, just stay with us.” Jason soothed, looking up into Bruce’s hidden eyes.
Bruce nodded, letting go of Tim’s shoulder. “Red Robin, assist Red Hood and Robin, the plane is on its way.”
Vibrating with barely controlled rage. Tim knelt at Dick’s side, clutching his brother’s hand. “We’re here big brother, just hang on.”
Dick forced his eyes open for a moment, pushing back the pain long enough to see his three brothers leaning over him and Bruce resting a solicitous his hand on Jason’s shoulder.
It hurt and he’d lost a lot of blood but it was going to be ok; his family was here.
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I might have gone a little overboard and included everyone...
Date: 2010-09-20 12:05 pm (UTC)Tim’s hands tightened on his staff as he surveyed the scene. Dick was down, his black/grey suit speckled with blood as Red Hood knelt over him, his arms wet to the elbows.
“Back off Timmy.” Jason hissed, “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Really?’ Tim demanded archly, his fingers flexing over the bo as his muscles tensed for combat.
Jason cursed under his breath. “Fine Babybird! If you wanna do this right now, fine. But Damian needs to get his ass over here first.”
“Why?”
“Cause if you and I are gunna go at it, I need Robin to put pressure on this wound otherwise big bird’s gunna bleed out.”
Bruce landed on the roof with thump, a batarang ready in his hand. “Report.”
All three of them stiffened, programmed to react to his command voice.
Jason relaxed first. “Misunderstanding B. Dickie was already down when I found him.” He shifted his weight slightly, letting Damian move in beside him as the youngest Robin reached for his trauma supplies
Dick cried out in pain as Damian started working, clipped off the nicked artery.
Bruce rested a hand on Tim’s shoulder, holding the enraged youth still as Jason bent to stroke Dick’s face.
“It’s going to be ok Dickie Bird, just stay with us.” Jason soothed, looking up into Bruce’s hidden eyes.
Bruce nodded, letting go of Tim’s shoulder. “Red Robin, assist Red Hood and Robin, the plane is on its way.”
Vibrating with barely controlled rage. Tim knelt at Dick’s side, clutching his brother’s hand. “We’re here big brother, just hang on.”
Dick forced his eyes open for a moment, pushing back the pain long enough to see his three brothers leaning over him and Bruce resting a solicitous his hand on Jason’s shoulder.
It hurt and he’d lost a lot of blood but it was going to be ok; his family was here.