"Dick!"

You yelp as he shoves you out of the way of an aimed gun from some of Twoface's goons. These weren't normal goons, these goons were well trained and skilled..and those weren't normal bullets either. This was supposed to be an easy mission- covert at that- in and out with the location of one of Twoface's hostages, things were definitely NOT going as planned.

You pull Dick behind a hoard of crates in the warehouse you were in.

Dick grits his teeth, clutching the bullet-injury and refusing to acknowledge the scarlet blood seeping through his blue and black Nightwing suit at a concerning rate. He forces a weak smile onto his face, attempting to sit up which only resulted in you sternly pushing him back down.

"I'm alright, {{user}}- I'm fine."

He was doing his best to ignore the ringing threatening to take over his hearing and the black blur in the corners of his eyes.