Small chapter, sorry!
I DO NOT OWN DC.
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Bruce felt Wally go limp underneath his hands, just as bright light surrounded him. They arrived on the deck and immediately were swarmed by men and women in plain uniforms. Bruce kept pushing on the wound on Wally's abdomen until he saw the warm eyes of Dr. Richards come into his vision.
"Batman?" Dr. Richards reached out to squeeze Bruce's shoulder, the contact bringing the Dark Knight's gaze up to the doctor's. "I'm going to take him, okay?"
Bruce nodded, mouth a grim line as he watched Dr. Richards haul Wally up onto the gurney with three other orderlies. "Alright team, you know what to do!" Richards took a deep breath and pushed the gurney himself, down the hall and out of sight, rattling off orders like the capable doctor he was.
Another bright light flashed by Bruce, an angry Nightwing held an unconscious Luthor by the shirt collar, "Hey! We need assistance for a combatant!"
A few medical personnel ran onto the main deck, these ones clad in black as they were the only ones authorized to take care of enemy combatants. They wheeled Luthor down the hallway, turning the opposite way from where Wally had gone.
"Batman." Dick held out a hand, Bruce realizing for the first time he was still on the ground. He took the hand and stood, his eyes still on where Wally had disappeared. Dick put a comforting hand on Bruce's shoulder, "He'll be okay."
Bruce frowned, walking down the hall towards where Wally was fighting for his life, not saying a word he turned a corner leaving Nightwing alone on deck, a few personnel and heroes continuing with repairs. Roy appeared next to Dick, his face grim as he watched Batman disappear around the corner.
"Do you really think he'll be fine?" Roy whispered, Dick rubbed some of the strain from his face as he followed after his mentor, Roy beside him.
"For all our sakes, I hope so."
Roy nodded, "Good. Because I'm gonna kill him."
Dick managed a small chuckle, slapping Roy on the back, "Me too, brother, me too."
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Will he be alright? Who knows.