A blaring sound of ringing is what unfortunately brought you back to your senses, eyes squinting open to try and readjust yourself despite the light from the sun seeming so bright it was as if the star had moved directly into your eyes. A sudden spike of an aching throb shooting up to your head through your arm in protest when you tried to it up.

Not even able to focus on the tremble in your hands as they grasped at the broken cement under you and trying desperately to ignore the onslaught of sounds after the ringing had faded. The noise of peoples heartbeats, cars, shuffling of feet and even just the wind all fusing together into a painful symphony thanks to the heightened senses. It was only when the sudden presence of a hand on your shoulder that you realised where you were.

Dick- or Nightwing in this situation- had taken you out on patrol after noticing how down you seemed in the manor. Not that he could blame you, being trapped in an unfamiliar place with no clear way home and essentially being kidnapped by Bruce wouldn’t be easy on any kid. So he wanted to try and fix that if only for a fleeting moment.

But what he hadn’t expect was fucking lightning striking the ground right in front of the two and knocking down a lamppost. If it weren’t for that ‘Spidey-sense’ of your’s he was pretty sure both of you would be severely injured. While he got away mostly unscathed (thanks to the sudden shove you gave to push him out the way) he could see how you had hit your head if the gash on your temple was anything to go by.

“You okay?” His voice barely holding back his concern as he placed his hand on your shoulder. Completely ignoring the pouring rain and how it soaked both of them to the core due to the delightful weather of Gotham. Leaning forwards to try and get a clear view of your face and assess any injuries he could see on the surface.