The Fall
By
AJ
He fell, silently, his eyes closed. He could feel the wind on his face, burning his skin with the force of a hurricane. Then suddenly he abruptly stopped. He opened his eyes and the arm that held him, gripped him around his waste so tight his ribs surely would crack. There was fear in the other's eyes, fear of loss, and so pain-filled it nearly brought him to tears.
"I got you," the one that held him close held so tightly onto the rope that it surely cut through the glove and into his hand.
They swung to the ledge and looked at one another.
"What happened?" the one that fell asked.
"You were knocked out and the madman threw you off. I couldn't let . . ."
"Thanks for catching me."
"You knew that I would? What if I missed?"
"There's no way you would have missed."
"How do you know?"
The man placed his hand on the other's chest. "Because of who you are in here. You are Dick Grayson of the Flying Graysons. And you were born to not only fly, but to catch as well. You are my catcher when I need you."
Dick Grayson smiled behind his Robin mask. "Let's go get that madman, Batman."