"Batman! You're left side is open!"

A sigh. "Thanks, but focus on yourself so we can get-!"

Struggling. A gasp.

A thud.

Robin drop kicked the very last of the stupid thugs, swung over, and carefully checked his fallen mentor's pulse. It was steady, but weakening ever so slowly. Pressing the emergency call button on his belt, he settled into a squat by his mentor's side. Taking into account of his visible injuries (which wasn't much, though Robin noticed his face paled with each shaky breath he took) Damian became confused. What had happened while he was distracted?

Batman raised his arm then coughed harshly, and when he pulled his gauntlet away from his mouth he noticed small, wet specks that darkened the area considerably. He grimaced and then tried speaking.

"Dam-"

"No names in the field Batman."

"R-right. Okay Robin, lis-listen closely." Finding strength, he continued, "There's a vial in my far...far left pocket. Reach it."

Doing as he was told, Damian found a small, clear vial. Next to it, a syringe.

"Wh-whatever that guy stabbed me wi-w-with, it's a poison. F-fast acti-ti-ting as well."

It was true; Batman was stuttering more and more with each passing second. Robin wondered what the other side effects would be.

"Thi….this syringe will slow the proc-process until...until w-we can get back to A-age-agent A. I-nject me with i-it, Robin. Hurry."

Damian prepped the needle and jabbed it into his thigh. A slow, relieved sigh was heard.

"Th-thanks. You did good t'day, Robin. I'm p-proud."

While Damian internally warmed at the praise, he didn't so much as flinch on the outside. Did Grayson expect a return of the favor or something? No. Never. Not after he went and got himself injected with some substance (he refused to acknowledge what Batman had labeled it until he received substantial evidence himself) by a low-level... lackey!

"Well, Batman, I wish I could say the same for you. Honestly, getting stabbed with an unknown, by an unknown? What were you even thinking?"

"I d-didn't think-"

"Right. You didn't think anything. If you had, you wouldn't be laying there, probably dying, and I wouldn't be next to you, completely helpless to my own brother!"

"Oh, Robin. I-I'm sorry. Everything...will be okay, o-okay?" Batman sucked in a deep breath as the Batmobile came into view, the roar of it's engine silencing any reply sincere Damian might have had.

"Get in the car, Batman."

-Thwipity