Damian's Sister

The Rescue

~ The Rescue ~

"This is your fault," he accused, voice muffled by the face mask.

"Is not!" Daire denied, kicking him in the leg. "It's yours."

The kick was returned. "No, it's not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is-!"

"Would you two lovebirds shut up?" an annoyed Nightwing complained.

"We're not lovebirds!" the young duo shouted simultaneously, ceasing their exchange of petty kicks. They glared at each other, daring the other to say something else.

"Look, we need to find a way out of this," Nightwing reasoned. "Any ideas?"

Robin was the first to relent. He ended the staring contest to squirm his hand around his utility belt, bumping into Daire.

"Stay on your side!"

"I am!"

"No, you're not! You came on my side!"

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't."

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Seeing the wooden crate shake uneasily beside him, Nightwing sighed. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear these two were siblings. Grunts, shouts, and thus could be heard, all coming from the swinging box.

And of all the times he wished Robin would act more his age, why did his childish side come out now? Now of all bloody times?

"Guys," he tried. The fighting and arguing continued. "Guys!" And they still did not stop. "GUYS!" Finally. "You can settle your lovers quarrel later. Right now-"

"We're not lovers!"

"-we need to focus on getting out of this trap before we become human smoothies." He really didn't have a better phrase for what the acid would do to them. They really needed to get out of here. . . Batman could handle himself, but he did sometimes need help. And if he wasn't here yet, he's probably still trapped and they are his only hope.

Yeah, with the two bickering children, he had a bad feeling about this. Why hadn't he paid more attention in the fight with Harley? If had noticed the goons sneaking up behind him, he wouldn't be in this mess. He thought it was just Harley, so he didn't focus on his surroundings as much as he should have.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound gusting."

"What?" Robin's muffled voice questioned.

"Gusting," the muffled, feminine voice repeated. "The opposite of disgusting. As in, good. Meaning: we wouldn't taste good, ばか (baka) (Idiot)!"