Dysopnoea (Shortness of Breath)
He'd done more taxing things than this without even a second of heavy breathing. He'd raced over roofs and crossed telephone wires like tightropes, chased the Joker, run after the Batmobile after it accidentally left him behind. So why was chasing Two-Face making him pant like a dog?
He wasn't the worst criminal Robin had ever faced. He didn't even make the top five on his list. But even with the Team by his side he was nervous. Out of breath. Scared.
"Go on ahead! I think something's up with Robin!" He heard KF call to the others. "DG, are you alright?" Wally asked, approaching him where he stood, slightly bent over and breathing heavily. There wasn't enough air in the world.
"I'm fine. A bit out of breath is all." He somehow managed to tell the worried speedster. "Rob, you're never out of breath. What's wrong?" "Nothing." He barked. "I'm totally fine. Feeling the aster." Robin snarled. "You don't sound like you're feeling the aster." Wally said, raising an orange-red eyebrow.
"Dude, I'm just out of breath. It happens to some of us." Robin told the ginger speedster. "Alright. But if anything-" "I'm fine, Wally. I'm completely fine." He said, though his breath still hitched every time he sucked in air.
"Okay. Come on, we'll lose the others." Wally bent over slightly and Robin jumped on his back. "Thanks KF." Robin said. "No problem Rob." Wally replied, and they zoomed off into the night to try and find the man who murdered Dick Grayson's parents.
