Dick groaned as he woke up. Everything hurt, and it felt like knives were trying to stab him again and again. He shook his head to clear it, but it only made him more nauseous. What happened?
He looked down to see himself in his Nightwing costume. Oh. Hero stuff. Nightwing groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked around to find smoking rubble, steel lines poking up at random areas. Explosion, maybe? That might explain why Nightwing felt like he'd gotten killed, then resurrected.
After throwing a small piece of rubble off his leg, Nightwing stood up. He was in a crater-like hole, the only escape a steep wall that looked stable enough. He carefully limped over, wincing at his injuries. Half his mask was gone, revealing one bright blue eye filled with pain. Whimpers escaped as he put pressure on his left ankle.
Luckily, there was a ledge he could grab onto. Unfortunately, he would've had to be at full strength to reach it, with it being close to the top. Nightwing leaned against the wall and reached, barely brushing it with his fingertips. He didn't have the strength to jump.
Nightwing slammed his fist against the wall, tears starting to drip from his eyes. He wiped the one that came from his uncovered eye away, and reached again. Small grunts could be heard as he tried to stretch his body just a little bit more.
A hand grabbed his arm and started to pull him up. He climbed up the wall, trying to focus on not passing out. It pulled him all the way up and into a hug, the black cape laying at his legs.
Nightwing dug his head into Batman's shoulder, crying. His arms curled up, going up Batman's shoulders, hands gripping the coarse material he'd come to love. Batman had one hand on the back of Nightwing's head, the other curled around his back. His cheek pressed into the side of Dick's head. Holding the terrified, injured kid closer.
"Let's go home, son."
