Chapter 2: A Call for Help
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Tim knew he had to get someone-anyone-to help him. True, he had taken care of the infection and had cleaned Dick's wounds, but there was a major problem: Dick had not come out of his coma. This fact worried the current Boy Wonder because three hours had passed since Dick had been attacked.
Three agonizing hours the boy had cleaned and tended his surrogate brother's wounds. Three hours he'd begged for Dick to wake up.
For three hours he had gotten no response.
"Come on, Dick! Don't give up now!" Tim muttered as he searched through Nightwing's gauntlet for an item he knew Dick still carried. Finding what he was looking for, Dick's Titan communicater, the third Robin radioed the Titan known as Raven.
"What do you want, Drake?"
"I need your help."
"This better be important. I was MEDITATING!"
Gulping, the third Robin quickly explained the situation to the irritated Asarethian. After he was done, Raven thought for a moment, then made her decision. She knew he was not going to like what she had to say, but he needed to know.
"This is beyond my healing abilities, Drake. I'm afraid that I am not able to help you."
Hearing this literally brought Tim to his knees in despair. "You can't be serious!" He looked at the motionless figure beside him and began to panic. "Raven, you were my only option! Batman's out of town, remember?! If you can't help-" Raven cut him off with a look and a held up hand, "Hold it, Drake! I said I couldn't help you. However, I know someone who can." The blue cloaked Titan smiled in satisfaction as Tim's eyes lit up and he became attentive.
"I'm listening."
"Good."
Raven showed him a picture of a beautiful blonde woman who was dressed in an elegant satin gown that looked as if it had been spun from pure, golden light. Her eyes were the color of a moonless night, yet they sparkled like the sea when the wind blows. Her beauty struck the Third Robin both witless and speechless, and while Tim oggled at the ageless heroine, Raven explained. "This is Sadona. She is an empath and her healing powers exceed my own. She is loyal, kind, and as ageless as Jason Blood. She will be able to coax Nightwing out of the pit he fell into." Tim looked at Dick and said, "Call her, Raven. Please!" Raven glared at him and growled, "Already did, Drake. Sadona should be there shortly. Raven out." The transmission cut, the young Robin replaced the communicater and waited for the breathtaking woman to arrive.
In the meantime, Tim decided to move Nightwing from the couch to a cot that sat against the far wall. The reason for this decision was logical;1. Dick had placed the cot right next to the heater when he had furnished the hideout, and 2. the beautiful heroine might want to sit on the couch while she was meditating.
As the current Boy Wonder got his surrogate brother comfortable, he suddenly felt that there was someone watching him. Turning around and readying himself for an attack, Tim saw that the vigilante known only as Batwraith had slid into the lair. The third Robin knew that the Teen Avenger did not visit unless he was asked for, or something had happened that had seriously injured a hero the wraith was close to. How Batwraith knew who to avenge and when he was needed was a mystery even Batman himself could not solve. However, the Teen Avenger was one of the Family, and for Tim Drake, that was enough to trust him.
"Hey Wraith." Tim greeted grimly. The dark figure took one look at the prone figure on the cot and his body tensed in fury. A snarl formed on his lips as the opaque lenses in the wing-shaped domino mask turned an angry crimson.
"Who." The Wraith hissed in a terrifying tenor. The word was more of a statement than a question, and the tone put the Bat Growl to shame. Trembling a little, Tim told the story again. The Wraith listened carefully. After Tim was finished, Batwraith looked again at his injured friend and growled, "Don't worry, Nightwing. Bludhaven will not be unprotected. Not tonight. Not on MY watch! Let those bastards TRY to hide from the wrath of the Wraith!" With that, Batwraith left, his Ringwraith-like shreak echoing into the night.
By the time Tim got himself calmed down and cleaned up, twenty minutes had passed. Sighing, Tim tried once again to rouse Nightwing. When his efforts failed, the young Robin began to silently weep. "C'mon, Dick! Snap out of it! Don't leave me. Not now. Please!" Tim grabbed his 'brother's' limp hand and continued his plees, "Blast it, Grayson! You are not allowed to give up! I won't LET you!" Tim wiped away angry tears and looked at Dick's face. He looked...peacefull. Too peacefull for just being asleep. "You can't even hear me, can you?" he wondered.
"Actually, Boy Wonder, he can."
Tim turned to face the intruder, then found himself unable to move as the figure closed in on him, arms reaching to grab him by the waist.
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