From Gotham to Saint Louis

Accidents Happen

"There," Red Hood shouted, catching sight of Sullivan's limousine.

"Red Hood, take the wheel for a second," Nightwing ordered.

Red Hood shuffled his way to the front of the Nightbird.  The sunroof of Sullivan's limousine opened, and a man wielding an AK-47 started spraying bullets at them.

"Nightwing, whatever you're planning, you better do it quickly," Robin declared, swerving to the left to avoid gunfire.

"I know, I know.  I just need to line up the shot," Nightwing responded, his right forearm sticking to the front.  "Got you," he said triumphantly, firing his wrist darts at the back two tires of Sullivan's limousine.

The limousine slowed down, and started to scratch the road.  Until it finally stopped.

"Red Hood!  What are you doing?  Stop the bike," Nightwing demanded.

"Trying," Red Hood stated, easing on the acceleration.  "It's hard to drop two hundred miles per hour in three seconds, y'know!"

"Red Hood, on your right!" Robin warned.

Red Hood was so focused on slowing down the Nightbird, he failed to notice Sullivan's parked limousine in front of them.  The Nightbird flipped over the limousine; Nightwing and Red Hood still on it.

"Unnf," Nightwing said, upon impact.

"Oh, God.  My back," Red Hood rose limply.

Three men stepped from the limousine, seemingly unharmed from the experience.  Sullivan slowly walked up to Nightwing; taking out his pistol.

"You weren't wearing your helmet, buddy, and you know what happens to those who don't wear their helmets.  Accidents happen," Sullivan drawled, he pointed his handgun at Nightwing's head; only a mere two feet away from him.

"Yah," Robin roared, striking one of Sullivan's bodyguards.

The rest of his bodyguards started to aim wildly at Robin, but Robin's League of Assassins training mixed with Batman's made avoiding their shots, and knocking them out too easy.

"Don't move," Sullivan yelled, placing his hand below the pistol to steady his aim.

Sullivan shot, but he was one bullet too late.  Robin was all ready in a key position on him, and knocked him out with his bo staff.

"Nice one, Robin," Nightwing congratulated.  "I swear, Red Hood, if there is any permanent damage to my bike, because of you-"

"Yeah, save it for the ride.  Lord knows you're going to continue this on our way to the hotel," Red Hood cut off, hoping onto the passenger end of the Nightbird.

Halfway through their ride home, the brothers' police radio reported, "Attention the Maze Hotel has collapsed; we believe a political figure was caught in the rubble.  All available units, please report."

"Sorry, dispatch.  We're trying to make sense of this shooting from the Sullivan family in central Saint Louis.  We'll be able to respond in a few," an officer responded.

"While the police's focus is on the Sullivan family, maybe we can investigate the Maze's collapse," Nightwing said, changing his direction towards the Maze Hotel.

Once they arrived, the brothers found the place completely decimated.  The once proud eight story structure was now at ground level.

"Nightwing, I don't think there's any chance that anyone is still alive," Red Hood stated.

"Well, we can't just stand here; we have to at least try to help," Nightwing countered, lifting up rubble.

Red Hood and Robin joined him, until they found someone's hand.