A/N Here is chapter Twelve! I had earlier posted an Apology as Chapter Eleven, but I took that down and have since then published the ACTUAL chapter Eleven, so if you haven't read it, please do so before reading this! With that said, ENJOY!
It was too late.
Dick had gotten there too late.
He had turned the corner into the isle of cargo containers where Jason had been.
He had never run so fast in all his life.
But it wasn't enough.
Nothing is ever enough.
"JASONNNN!", he screamed.
He couldn't see him.
He must have been inside getting Damian.
Dick could not have been more than fifteen feet away, when the worst thing in the world happened.
It exploded.
The shockwave sent Dick flying backwards. He hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out of him. The heat was blistering on his skin. He pushed himself up, coughing heavily. The whole area was up in smoke, the flames burning violently.
Dread hung heavily on his shoulders.
He couldn't see them.
Shaking, he got up, and stumbled into the rubble.
The place was a disaster. Scraps of metal lay across the ground, split concrete lifted across the yard, and Dick felt like he was going to be sick.
"Damian!", he cried, "Jason!"
He ripped through shards of steel, flipping over whatever he could lift, desperate to find his brothers. Stephanie joined him not long after, calling out to the boys.
There was a soft rustle, and a groggy moan.
Dick froze, waving at Steph to do the same. They stood still, and waited...Another rustle.
Dick broke out into a sprint, running over to the noise. He flipped over the loose peice of metal, revealing Jason.
He lay on his back, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a large gash on his cheek.
Dick tore at the remaining scraps keeping Jason trapped.
"Jason", Dick spoke, "Jason are you okay? Talk to me, where is Damian?"
Jason chuckled, "Shut up, DickieBird, I can't answer you if you don't shut up.", his sense of humor was in tact, he'd be okay, "I found him,", Jason reassured, "I had him, but then the explosion happened, and I lost him. I'm sorry."
"It's okay,", Dick assured, "It's okay, we'll find him. Just hold on for me okay, I'm gonna get Steph to get you help, I'll keep looking for Damian."
Jason just nodded.
Dick gave Stephanie strict instructions to get Jason back to the batcave, and to make sure that Alfred and Tim were ready for him.
He continued looking for Damian long after Jason and Stephanie left, and long after the sun had gone down and the Marina lights had come on. He didn't give up though, his face drenched in an amalgomation of sweat and tears, his body shaking from exhaustion. But he wouldn't give up.
He thought he had gone through every scrap, every inch, but when he lifted a peice of scrap and revealed a small hand, the adrenaline that rushed through his body was unhealthy.
"Damian!", he screamed, tearing at the debris, "Damian, Damian talk to me little D,"
Nothing.
He lifted peice after peice, struggling with more than he should have, but it didn't take long for him to get Damian out.
The entire right side of his Robin uniform was burnt off across his stomach, revealing nasty, most likely, third degree burns. His face was black with soot, and bleeding wounds littered his unconcious body.
Dick pressed his fingers to Damian's throat for a pulse. It was faint, but there.
Immediatley, he lifted the boy up in his arms, and began to walk towards the parked Batmobile.
"Alfred,", he spoke into his earpeice, "I found him, I've got him...Get the medical bay ready, I've barely got a pulse."
"Oh thank goodness, sir. We're waiting eagerly for you."
Dick placed Damian in the passenger seat before running over to the drivers seat and racing off into the Bat mobile.
A/N Yaay! They're bringing Damian home! Now the long road to recovery! :D Please review, feedback, suggestions all that jazz! :) And sorry it's so short ;^;