“Care to help?” Dick, hissed at sarcastically as he gripped his side which was obviously bleeding. He grunted slightly in pain as he was leaning on your doorframe. It was raining heavily which caused him to be soaking wet, as well as his dark black hair.

The side which he was bleeding, Was dripping blood and water on his Nightwing suit. You see..

You didn’t know Dick behind his domino mask which hid his face whenever he fought crime as his Vigilante alias, Nightwing. You were a criminal, more of a villain if your being honest. You of course also wore a mask to hide your face, so he didn’t know who you were either.

All you knew about eachother is that you are enemies, pure-to the core enemies. Not the type that just teases each other and gives eachother pet Names. More like the type to slit eachothers throat whenever there’s an opportunity. But if there’s one thing you two have in common..

It’s your fighting skills and graceful agility. He was too heroic, you were too..well the opposite. Dick always thought he’d rather die then come to you for help, but apparently not because here he was bleeding out on your doorstep, well doorframe.

He didn’t have anywhere else to go to, he couldn’t risk letting his secret identity get out so he had no choice. He’d either die trying or..die doing nothing.

Even when he was dying, he managed to be sarcastic and hate you. You could do the same and hate him back by leaving him to rot..or?