Dick - 22
Jason- 19
Tim - 16
Damian - 10
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Damian's POV
I hate to admit it, but going out on patrol when I felt like this was a horrible idea.
Multiple times I had to stop because my vision kept going blurry. Other times, I just felt like throwing up or passing out. I knew my captors where on my tail due to the multiple calls I keep getting.
Finally, I found something to do. A man in his mid thirty's was holding a knife, forcing a woman into an alleyway. The woman looked terrified as she held her purse away from him.
"You REALLY must want your skull cracked like an egg, huh?"
The man looked back at me, then laughed. "You? Beating me? I'm 6'4! You're so short!"
I simply rolled my eyes. "Still, my height is more than your IQ, so shut it," I grinned, grabbing my katana. He pulled out his gun, aiming it at me. That's when my vision went blurry, and I felt dizzy.
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Tim's POV
I heard a gunshot echo through town, and I already had a bad feeling about it. "Dick, Jason! Follow me!" I ran to the sound of the gunshot, immediently grabbing a net and throwing it at the criminal.
Damian was on the ground, groaning. While Jason and Dick took care of the criminal, I bent down to examine Damian. "Hey demon brat. You ok?"
He sat up, holding his head. "Well, I don't know. I was shot, I feel dizzy, I can't see well, and I'm on the verge of passing out. Am I ok," he snapped. "Still as salty as ever, eh?" I could tell where he got shot. The area around the left side of his chest was bleeding heavily. I pressed my hand against it to stop the bleeding.
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Damian's POV
I watched Drake put his hand on my shot wound, falling back on the ground. "You know what, Drake? I think imma just stay here and not move, cause it hurts like shit to move."
He just rolled his eyes. I closed mine, sighing.
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I opened my eyes; I was in my room. "Hello? Anyone here?" I sat up, wincing. My wound and head was bandaged, and my wrist was wrapped up. I must've sprained it.
I got out of bed, leaving my room. Walking downstairs, I saw Grayson and Todd sitting in the living room. Drake was in the kitchen stuffing his mouth with food. "You are so immature, Drake." He looked up at me, narrowing his eyes.
"I am mature where it counts." Dick smiled at me. "Hiya Dami! Come and sit!" I walked to him, smiling when Pennysworth sat in my lap. I stroaked him, leaning my head on Grayson.
It was great to be home
