The rain came down like cold bullets over Dick Grayson's body. He was kneeling on the ground over you, pulling your injured body into his arms. The takedown had gone south, leaving you both barely making it out of the ambush.

"Hey...hey, stay with me. It's gonna be okay,"

Grayson whispered as he shielded you from the weather.

"I'm so sorry...I can fix this,"

On the surface he seemed to be keeping his composure, but you could hear his voice breaking.