Authors Note: Again, sorry for taking so long. I've been really, really busy.

Reese felt his eye lids droop, his body starting to slacken. The warm and thick blood was slowly but surely seeping out of his body and he felt himself growing colder and lighter every moment.

Dina latched onto Reese's hand. It was like going into an ice storm. Every pore of her body took in the energy, feeling Reese's fluttering life.

"Reese," her mind whispered, feeling the connection. Reese appeared to her on the top of a grey building.

"I'm here," he answered, coughing. "Barely. How the hell am I supposed to survive the gunshot wound?"

"Just promise me you'll hold on for a little while," Dinah muttered. "Helena's going to get you out of here."

"Don't let her call an ambulance," Reese barked.

"Why not!?"

"Because they'll be on her in a second for breaking and entering."

"Would you rather die?"

"Yes. I'd rather die than have her locked up."

"I'm going to go, make sure she carts you off."

Dinah faded back, feeling a sickening wave of nausea from coming away from the mental link.

"We've got to get him out of here, Helena. I'll stay with Barbara. Take him to the emergency room, now."

"It'll hurt him if we move him," Helena shot back.

"It'll kill him unless we get the professionals to take care of him."

Helena hung her head. She scooped up Reese in her arms. "I'll take him and be right back. Barbara, you and Dinah stay tight. Try to find a gun or two. I don't know if they'll be back tonight."

"Will do," Barbara muttered. Helena was gone when Dinah turned to face her. Even with Reese in her arms, she was faster than the average human. In this case, the time might be the difference between his life and death.

Barbara reached for Dinah's hand. "Look for a gun, Dinah. I can't see much of anything at the moment. Make sure its deadly, bit won't hurt either of us."



Nightwing grumbled, following closely behind the others. "You know she's just going to hunt us out, right?"

"As soon as we get Sweet Mr. J, none of this will matter anymore. I just need you to help me distract guards, set up things. Kill Huntress when you get the chance. She's one of my patients. She can't prove anything to the police, because there is no evidence other than the eyewitness of a cop who'll probably be dead in a matter of minutes."

"Yeah, and Batman works for the CIA.."