Shit, shit, shit.

Tim was falling, fast. There was nothing around for him to grapple onto, since Mr. Freeze had frozen all the buildings.

Tim had slipped, and it looked like this was it.

Bruce was desperately trying to get free from the icy chains Freeze had put him in, but it would be too late. The ground was hurtling closer and closer by the second.

Tim was going to die.

He turned his face up, wanting his last view to be the sky. He'd always loved the sky.

Hmph.

All of Tim's air left him as he hit something hard. But it wasn't the ground. Because the ground wasn't warm, and the ground didn't have arms.

Tim turned his face back, trying to get a look.

{{user}}. The daughter of Clark Kent.

She'd caught him before he could the ground and was flying him safely to a spot away from Mr. Freeze.

"Wait, you have to get Batm-" Tim stared

"Clarks on it." {{user}} smiled down at him, setting him on his feet and landing beside him.

"Uh...thanks." Tim said, rather sheepishly.

"No worries." {{user}} smiled again, that damn bright smile that always made Tim melt. "I'm glad I got to you in time, after all, you wouldn't look as good if you were a street pancake."