Batman's intimidation is like Hell. No literally. He seemed to put everything together pretty fast like if he was the one behind it. But he finally let me go and instead of heading home, (I badly needed some rest.) I went off to search for Nightwing. And considering my weakened condition, I should have known that Batman would be following me.
"Don't think I'll let you go off by yourself," he said sternly. I did my best to ignore him, and the continuous pain in my injuries. Nightwing could be in trouble any time which means I can't spend a moment at rest! Then it clicked to me.
"Dirt of fallen glass is treasure...huh. That's it! Nightwing must be under where we actually defeated the glass monster half an hour ago!" I exclaimed and then changed my direction to the left. Ten minutes later, I landed and examined the ground. It was a regular street with just a heck a lot more broken acid eaten glass. Exactly what was I supposed to do now? I took a step back and something made a beep sound. I gazed in silence as the cement crumbled away into dust leaving a dark hole just big enough for me to slip through. I considered for a moment to make sure I wasn't doing anything stupid and then descended into the darkness. Batman followed me and lit up a flashlight. We cautiously walked forward, going deeper into the tunnel. I listened to our footsteps and then some yelling. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't really think about it because two soldiers suddenly jumped out.
"Oh good," I sighed with relief as I jumped to the side and flipped one man into the other, "These guys are only humans."
"Don't say that," Batman snapped. Four gigantic robots marched in afterwards. Yes, me and my big mouth. I blasted two back with a couple blasts and the other two tackled the dark knight. The thick bot of steel grabbed my outstretched arm to my surprise and horror then hurtled me into Batman who was busy getting pummeled into submission.
Crash!
I shook my head clear of the pain that was slowly torturing me. One robot loaded up a blaster and aimed straight at us. At that second, Batman and I leaped to the side. The ray of light passed right by. Of course, I forgot to see where the other robot was.
Thwack!
Me flying down the hall almost fainting because I got hit on the bruised shoulder.
Clang!
And that's my head slamming into something very hard, and very metallic.
"Owww..." I cursed in my battered mushed brain. My hand brushed against something and the lights flickered on. I was leaning against a steel door labeled with big bold and black letters that read, "CAUTION." Pushing the red button on the side without hesitation, the door opened for me. Stepping inside, I realized it was very warm. It was almost 212 degrees Fahrenheit so is that like hot enough to boil water? Flicking the light switch on, I literally stared with horror. I found Nightwing yes, but he was chained to the wall. Glancing at what appears to be a heavy iron club, two baseball bats, and a couple broken whips all smeared with blood, I could only think of one thing. The poor guy was beaten, tortured...and look! That's an electrocuter gadget right there! The ones they used to tie me up in!
"Uhh..." Nightwing groaned weakly and his head that hung limp jerked a little as he coughed. Droplets of sweat hit the floor and instantly evaporated.
Oh shoot.
A huge crash brought me back out of the standing there like an idiot forum. Slashing the steel shackles to pieces, I caught Nightwing as he fell into my arms. A mangled robot suddenly crushed the door just after I placed the guy on the floor.
"Great. Just great," I stood up quickly and protectively in front of the fallen hero. The monster of metal stomped closer to me and I could only think of the most quickest and efficient way I knew possible.
I screamed.
The vibrations had shattered the robot to pieces. Two more came pounding up with Batman bouncing behind them. He slapped some bombs on their backs and jumped away.
Kaboom!
The war was over and I examined Nightwing desperately. The only thing I noticed was that his skin was as hot as a baking oven and the fact that he was having mini seizures or something. Batman dropped down next to me.
"How is he?" I asked the dark knight.
"Not good," he murmured and stood up, "The silent alarms went off already. It isn't safe to stay here." Batman pulled Nightwing over his shoulder and motioned me to follow him down the hall. Yup, we ran into more heavy duty soldiers mingled with robots. The easiest way for us to get through was me using my famous thunder clap. But for the reason, I wouldn't do it because it's very bad for you ears and your insides. And having humans around while I'm doing that is like mass murder. In that case, I simply shot down the corridor ramming through the fields of soldier enemies. I cleared the way and we ran back to the surface. Police cars were waiting impatiently for us. I was going to swing a car to wipe out the whole row of annoying police people but Batman yelled out, "Don't kill them!"
"That makes the job so much easier then," I rolled my eyes and then turned around to run for my life. Gunshots rang out from behind us. Batman shot a grappling hook to a roof of a building and swung up afterwards. I joined him by soaring to the sky. An escape will soon be ours.
...
We couldn't make it all the way to the Bat Cave or whatever because Batman said this was an emergency and we had to stop. Ya, like in the middle of a run-down abandoned room.
"The bathrooms don't work around here," I noted. I got the world famous glare after that. Batman lay Nightwing down to the floor and touched his forehead.
"Muscle twitching, body temperature of 110 degrees Fahrenheit, seizures, shaking, paleness..." Batman murmured, "...which leads to heat stroke. He needs water." I pulled out a bottle from my pouch and handed it to him. Batman popped the cap off and lifted Nightwing's head up before pouring the liquid into his mouth. There was some coughing after that, and panting too.
Thump. Thunk.
It turns out we weren't the only ones stopping by at this building. One of Batman's enemies decided this was the best place to load up their loot that they snatched. Batman got up very quickly and threw the bottle into my hands.
"Take care of him," he ordered and dashed down the stairs. This honestly was the first time I've ever seen a super hero USING the stairs. It was all about crashing through windows and wood and doors and even walls for the case. I turned my attention back at Nightwing who still looked awfully hot. Like sweating madly type of hot. And why didn't I notice the river of blood at the side of his head? I pulled off one of my snowy white gloves and soaked it with water before gently tapping his scratched face. More bangs down below gave me the conclusion that Batman was still busy.
"Come on Nightwing wake up," I begged.
Nothing happened.
I sighed and placed my now pink looking glove on his forehead to cool him down more. Luckily, it seemed to do the job. Nightwing was actually starting to regain consciousness.
"Co-met...?" he whispered.
"Yes," I nodded, "How do you feel?" Nightwing thought about for a bit.
"Like a pinata that was in a microwave," he answered with a weak laugh. The hero tried to get up and I noticed at that moment he turned twice as pale.
"Rest for a bit," I said, "and don't be as stubborn as that Robin." He stared at my features for a while, taking note that I was also beaten and scratched.
"I overheard you were also locked up," Nightwing spoke faintly, "How did you get free?"
"Red Hood busted me out," I answered, "What did those guys do to you?" The ground shook from explosions.
"Oh. The baseball bats...really did hurt the most," he tried to lighten up the situation he was talking about, "Electrocution wasn't too bad. They were trying to question me about..." Nightwing now looked very confused and frustrated, "...what was it again?"
Uh oh. I think he lost that part. Nightwing sat up and clutched his head.
"What did happen?" he cursed, "Before the part where they were trying to cook me alive. Why did I forget?"
"Hey, it's alright. Someone bashed you in the head with a club," I assured him, "I'm surprised you even remember me at all." I patted the blood dry on the side of his face with my glove.
"Ya but," he sighed in defeat.
"Let's get you home," I suggested and placed his arm over my not bruised shoulder so I can slowly ease him up to a standing position. The door exploded as Batman literally flew right through with this humongous guy tailing him. We barely managed to scoot to the side as the guy charged and bashed at the Bat. Splinters of wood shot everywhere and we backed to the corner.
"Who's this?" I exclaimed.
"Heh..." Nightwing chuckled weakly, "That's Bane. Batman's hired assassin." The big guy grabbed the dark hero, choked him almost to death for two seconds, and flung him at us.
"Aaaeyah!" I screamed and slapped a hand over my mouth just before shoving Nightwing out of the way and ducking to the floor. Batman managed to recover in time and rebounded off the wall. He simply sliced the pipe that was connected to the assassin's head with a batarang thingie as he shot past. Gut wrenching green liquid poured out of the man's line.
"What the ew..." I frowned with disgust, "Is that?"
"Steroids," Nightwing grunted. We stood up again and met up with Batman.
"How do you feel," he asked with the same bland but softer tone.
"I've been better," Nightwing answered with a weak laugh, "Thanks for getting me out of there. I really do appreciate it." Flying all the way back to the entrance of a Bat Cave, we got Nightwing safely down to the ground without incident. Well, maybe I thought that too soon. He grimaced for a moment and to everyone's surprise, Nightwing got a heavy nosebleed.
"Not...feeling good...*" he murmured in pain and passed out. He slumped downward in my grasp and I placed him on the ground, severely freaked out.
"Nightwing!" Batman shouted and turned him properly on his back, "Nightwing!"
...
The next few minutes couldn't go any slower. Batman was forced to do CPR since Nightwing was failing to do the simplest thing and Batman was also attempting ahem...the kissing technique. 30 years of me staying in this planet had taught me that I shouldn't be watching this. I stood there with wide eyes and a hand over my mouth maybe looking like I was about to faint.
"Damn. Ribs were already broken," Batman murmured under his breath but continued counting. Finally the sickened hero revived in getting air in his lungs on his own and I took a sigh of relief when the terror that gripped my soul was finally released.
"Thank goodness," I dropped down to my knees. I've never seen someone so close to death before.
