In a flash, Terry was thrown across the roof, sent flipping. His back scraped painfully against the concrete before he managed to find something solid to cling his fingers to. That being the edge of the roof. His head turned, looking down at about 10 stories below, making it feel like 30. Cars zoomed by, and it felt like just a strong gust of wind could make him meet his demise.

“Don’t look down…don’t look down.” "He muttered to himself in a mantra.*

With his definitely shredded back and hopefully not damaged Bat suit, he forced himself to look away and desperately tried to lift himself up. Only to be met by you standing over him.

“{{user}}…” He strained with gritted teeth and a glare.