Under The Cloak- Short One-shot
A short, snipe cackle sliced up the stale air. Titian and red flames burst from Penguin's umbrella like a fire hose as he grappled over the roof. A wave of syrupy heat rolled over us, and I was yanked to the side, my world turning a sickly, eight ball black.
Stifling a shriek, I realized I was inside my mentor's cape, his dark, Nomex and Kevlar bat-suit keeping the onslaught of the fire from burning me. He was warm and firm, and I felt safe and childish in his arms. All was quiet and dark and smelled of old leather and dust. My initial adrenaline rush ebbed away, leaving me limp and numb with exhaustion.
We kneeled there for a while, the silence broken only by my labored breathing and the retreating fits of Penguin's laughter, before Batman got up. Cold air swiftly filled my lungs and washed me down in weak shivers, strong arms wrapping under the small of my back and around the bend in my knees. I struggled to keep the whites of my domino cowl wide, but they slipped down anyway, leaving me to the mercy of the calm blackness and sleep.
Batman gathered his small partner up in a fire-fighter manor, before turning his head slowly over to the direction Penguin had escaped in. He could leave tonight, but they would be there tomorrow to pick up the ruby bird artifact, and drop their thief back in jail.