Rebellion

Chapter 3:

Discovery

Blackbird peeked outside of the broom closet they were hiding in. She closed the door again before kneeling beside Dick and looking at his head wound. He cringed as she put her fingers to it and checked how bad it was. Blackbird took a rag, doused it with water and began washing away the blood. Dick needed real medical help and not the little CPR she knew.

"C'mon, Dick, you need to wake-up. You're the strategist in our partnership. I don't know how to escape," Blackbird said.

Dick weakly looked up at her and fell into her arms. His head was on her shoulder and her arms were around him.

"You... need to find... an escape rout..." he said "and... you need... to find out... how many... assassins are... here,"

Blackbird looked down at him. His shaggy hair was in his eyes and he was completely limp. She lay him back against the wall, took her jacket off and put it over him.

"I'm not leaving you alone, Bird-Brain," she said, brushing some hair from his face "You need serious medical help,"

"Neither of us are going to get outta here if you don't," Dick said but she still seemed reluctant "Hey... Blackbird... talk backwards to me..."

Blackbird smiled at him. He still had his sense of humour which was probably a good sign. Still nervous about leaving him in such a bad condition, she decided on what to say.

"Ll'I eb kcab noos. Eb efas," she said, softly.

Dick felt himself blush at the gentleness of her voice and his heart raced. Blackbird could be quite flirtatious when she wanted to be. He tried to hand her back her jacket but she insisted it would keep him warm. In response, Dick took off his own jacket, even though it was covered in blood, and handed it to her. Blackbird respectfully took it and put the jacket on.

"Be... careful..." he murmured.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said.

After she left, Dick vomited again but it was mostly food this time and not mostly blood. He felt like he was about to die which he probably was. He began to think about his crush, a girl in his class called Zatanna Zatara. She had long raven-black hair, sky-blue eyes and was of Italian descent. His mind wondered to thoughts of Blackbird. She was confident, more than a bit sassy and passionate. Dick's heart was torn between Zatanna and Blackbird. Blackbird was his brave rebel partner, while Zatanna was his out-spoken classmate that succeeded in everything she put her mind to.

Dick's eyes had grown heavy and he fell asleep/lost consciousness. When he reopened his eyes, Blackbird had returned but, with a groggy mind, he nearly mistook her for Zatanna had it not been for the blonde wig... huh... Blackbird actually had black hair like Zatanna and they actually looked similar... weird. She knelt down beside him and put quick-heal bandages around his broken fingers (guaranteed to heal small broken bones within two hours).

"Can you walk?" Blackbird asked.

"It... hurts to... breathe," Dick murmured.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then," she said "Alright, you're going to have to get on my back again,"

Dick groaned as Blackbird took his arms, pulled them over her shoulders and pulled him onto her back. He was incredibly light for his age. Since Dick didn't have the strength to hold on, Blackbird ripped apart her pemguin jacket and used the strips to tie Dick to her back. She gently tied his wrists together so his arms would stay around her and she got up. Dick seemed to be unconscious again and she opened the closet door to see if there was anyone there. There was no one so she quickly ran out before some assassins came round the corner.

Despite being surprisingly light, Dick was beginning to feel heavy on Blackbird's back. She was beginning to sweat from the effort as she ran down a corridor. She needed to find somewhere to rest for a moment and to finalize an escape plan. Dick was still bleeding from his injuries and he occasionally vomited more blood up. Blackbird heard the sounds of footsteps coming their way. She kicked a door open and ran inside, closing the door behind them. She hid under a desk with Dick still on her back.

The footsteps passed and Blackbird sighed in relief. She untied Dick for a moment and rested him against the wall. She looked around the room they were in and noticed a remote on the desk. There were shelves on either side of the room and a white screen at the end. Curiously, Blackbird pressed some buttons on the antique remote and a sudden 'wrrr' made her jump. A blue light was projected from a square hole in the wall to the white screen and an image appeared.

"What the heck is this? Some kind of ancient holo-technology?" Blackbird wondered, sitting down on the desk.

She jumped again when sound began accompanying the footage.

"Hello, leader of Survival Dome #229," said a man in old fashioned clothing "If you are watching this, the 500 years are up and it is time for Colony #229 to return to the surface. There is a multi-step plan for this and your Leader's Badge is the key to the first step. You must-"

The image seemed to burn away, the sound disappeared and there was a 'flip' sound instead of a 'wrrr' sound. Blackbird couldn't believe it. The people of the Dome really were meant to live on the surface. She had to tell- who? Luthor must have known about this and no one would believe her...

Blackbird pulled Dick back onto her back and tied the fabric around them both to keep him on. Dick hadn't regained consciousness and his heart beat was slowing down. He needed help and fast.