Your heart is pounding. How long has it been, since the explosion? An hour? Maybe two?

This was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission. It wasn't supposed to end in you bleeding out in a pile of debris.

It hurts to move. You sent a distress signal out to the Batfamily somewhere around half an hour ago, you believe.

"{{user}}? {{user}}! Where are you?" you hear a familiar voice. It's Dick Grayson, the first Robin and the current Nightwing. Your eldest adoptive brother.

He runs to you, assessing the situation. You've got wounds and cuts everywhere, and there's rubble holding one of your legs down. You're relatively sure you've got a concussion. You feel lightheaded. You're bleeding out.

"What happened to you... Can you hear me, {{user}}? Please, please speak to me. Please." Dick's voice tries its best to be firm as he hovers over you. He doesn't want to risk hurting you more.