I started a lot of one-shots these last few days. I should try and get around to finishing them some time.
Nightwing was very talented. That was definitely shown by the most recent mission that was still going on. Of course he had been across the room from the two invulnerable members of his squad while an explosion went off.
So now he was lying somewhere in the rubble and very disoriented. His hearing didn't seem to exist either. Or just consist oft hat annoying beeping sound. He wasn't very sure of anything right now. His head felt fuzzy and there seemed to be a warm substance running down his neck.
His whole body should probably have hurt. It most likely did and he was just not able to feel it right now because he was so out of it. He hadn't even tried to open his eyes yet. He should probably do that now.
When his eyes began to show him more than darkness it still didn't really help. All around him and on him – so that's why it was so hard to breathe - was stone. The reason why he could suddenly see was a small hole next to him that shed some light. An eye was seen peering through it.
It widened when it saw him. He couldn't show much of a reaction. His hearing seemed to have regenerated a bit though.
„Nightwing!" Even groaning was hard to do so he settled for a whimper. Then more stoned were lifted from above his head and he could see two figures - Clark and a blonde? – leaning over him. Dick blinked. Oh, that was Conner! And the other one was Cassie!
He gave a smile. But since the other two showed even more worry it probably hadn't come out well. Then Conner moved and the stone was lifted from his breast. The freedom caused him to suck in a deep breath... and nearly cry out in pain. Those ribs were definitely broken. Cassie's voice brought him back from the land of pain.
„Where does it hurt?" He probably shouldn't have needed to contemplate it that much. But he managed to croak something out in the end.
„Head... Ribs... not sure." He sounded worse than he had expected. When a relatively big boulder was carefully lifted from his right leg he couldn't help the cry of pain. He most likely didn't want to see it.
Cassie told Conner something in hushed tones and due to his still damaged ears Dick couldn't understand anything.
„Nightwing? I'm going to have to carry you out. Do you have any pain medication?" No, he had forgotten to fill it up after Tim's concussion a week ago. He shook his head and the world did a flip that wasn't very nice for his stomach. „Then this is going to hurt a bit."
As Dick felt himself being lifted up from the floor he thought about how much of an understatement that was. But he was soon taken into a painless darkness as his head lolled against Conner's arm.