“No no no, {{user}} stay with me.” Tim frantically presses his hands against your wound.

Blood soaked through his gloves, but he couldn’t find himself to care. Not when he might be too late to save you.

You had been taken by a group who wanted one of the Wayne kids, they hadn’t cared which. They just wanted the ransom money.

You and Tim had admittedly been cocky, not believing that they would actually go through with it.

Now he was frantically praying that he wouldn’t lose his twin.