Nobody Was Around to Warn Me

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Damian could not remember what led up to his falling, all he remembered was missing the ledge he was jumping to. The rain had made a stone slicker than Damian had expected; his ears rang as he blinked the water from his eyes. He had expected to see the the smog-filled skies of Gotham above him, instead, he was met with the sight of stars. Damian used to love stargazing, it had been years since he indulged in the pastime—not since his brother.

Damian blinked again, refocusing his mind, he needed to figure out where he was. With a groan he pulled himself into a seated position; blearily taking in his surroundings. He was in a meadow of some sort, eyes flicking across the horizon told him that he was far from civilization. Damian pressed his hand to his throbbing head, the fall must have scrambled his brains more than he realized.

A stickiness clung to his suit, and Damian's gaze fell to the ground beneath him. Panic rose in his chest, he was sitting in a puddle of blood—strange blood at that. Flicks of Lazarus green floating in the fresh blood, Damian shifted out of the pool. He scanned his surroundings again, finding nothing of note.

Shaking his head Damian clicked a button on his comm, and a loud static rang out. Damian hissed, quickly turning off his comm again, something was messing with the device. Double-tapping the button on his wrist he sent out a distress beacon, Oracle should be able to track him more easily now.

Damian stumbled to his feet, it was time to find some semblance of civilization. Using the stars as his guide, Damian headed north, a trail of blood in his wake.

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Danny tried to forget how he got into his situation, lying in a field—staring up at the stars. It would have been nice, if not for the steady stream of blood spilling from the open wound on his chest. Sam and Tucker were going to be pissed...no Jazz was going to be furious. Danny closed his eyes for a long moment, allowing the cool night air to wash over him, the breeze stung his injuries. Rain washing over his numbing body, it felt nice—

"Gremlin!"

Danny startled out of his stupor, he needed to defend himself; he was not going back. A deep growl echoed through the back of his throat, his—the Fentons were not touching him. They were going to try tearing him apart molecule by molecule again.

"Little D?" The voice muttered, panic seeping in, "What happened, you're covered in blood?!"

Danny snarled, lashing out with his declawed hand, pressing himself away from the man. His back hit a brick wall, and Danny finally realized that he was not in the same place he had been. Danny was already running on fumes, the fight with his parents and subsequent vivisection had taxed his core. His vision blurred as he moved to stand, he was not awake when he hit the ground.

A/N: This is a oneshot at the moment, not sure if I am going to continue it