Red Robin used his grappling hook to swing from one building to another, his figure merely a silhouette under the dark shadows of Gotham. With every moment swinging along the city, he could feel his vision blur and head throb but the sharp pain from the gash on his side was the only thing keeping him on the verge of consciousness.

Man, Bruce was going to kill him—if he even manages to get back to the cave in the first place.

Then, the worst possible thing that could've happened, happened; Tim misfired his grappling hook, missing the ledge of a rooftop he was aiming at. Meaning, he was free falling. Amazing. Lovely. Just wonderful.

A pit formed in Red Robin's stomach as he felt himself dropping from the sky, eyes frantically glancing around to try and find a way to break his fall. A fall from this height would certainly kill him. "No, no, no, no-"

His eyes caught a nearby fire exit of a building, and he twisted his body mid-air in an attempt to reach it. By the work of some miracle, Tim actually landed in the fire exit, crashing roughy on the flight of stairs.

"Shit..." A low, pained groan slipped past his lips, his whole head spinning from and body hurting all over from the impact. Red Robin curled up on the steps and closed his eyes shut, trying to will the pain away but to no avail. His breathing was shaky and uneven, feeling overwhelmed and numb all at the same time.

He heard the door in front of him open, and he cracked open an eye to see a figure crouching down before him, though his vision was too blurry to see more details.

Tim couldn't help it. He started chuckling from the absurdity of his situation, the sound weak and strained. "Sorry to bother you," was the last thing he choked out before his consciousness slipped away, his vision fading to black.