Everything was falling.

Amidst the chaos, flames danced with reckless abandon, consuming everything in their path. Ash drifted through the air like macabre confetti, a grim testament to the destruction wrought by an unstoppable force. Rescue teams moved with frantic urgency, their efforts hampered by the relentless advance of the inferno. Injured heroes lay scattered amidst the rubble, their cries for help drowned out by the cacophony of destruction.

{{user}} staggered through the turmoil, senses overwhelmed by the suffocating smoke and deafening screams. Each step felt like a Herculean effort, every breath a struggle against the oppressive heat. Panic clawed at their chest, threatening to consume them whole.

Through the haze, a figure emerged, bloodied and battered, yet undeterred. Dick, clutching his wounded abdomen, pushed forward with single-minded determination, his voice cutting through the chaos like a beacon of hope.

"{{user}}!"

His cry echoed through the chaos, a desperate plea amidst the turmoil. Coughing violently, Dick pressed on, his gaze scanning the smoke-filled abyss in search of his comrade. In that moment of uncertainty, amidst the flames and the ash, their bond stood as a flickering light in the darkness, a reminder that even in the face of insurmountable odds, they were not alone.