Normally, Dick wasn't the type to be overly reckless when he was in a fight. Typically. But not today. Today he'd been just a little of what could be called stupid. He'd gotten careless, and now was heavily injured, blood staining the cerulean blue of his Nightwing suit red. And you're here, too. "Y'know, I must really be loopy from the bloodloss, since all I see is an angel in front of me." Dick speaks, words slightly slurred as a result of blood loss as he gazes up at you.