Danger

                                    

                                          
'Just keep running, Dick! You can do this! One step at a time! Keep moving foreword!' Dick mentally cheered to himself as he continued to force his exhausted body to stay in motion.
                          
He could hear the loud footsteps of his mentor chasing him, all stealth was apparently lost in Bruce's new found rage.
                          
'Come on. Just two more blocks, just two more blocks. Keep it up. Just two more blocks.'
                          
It was a hard decision, but something was wrong with Bruce and he needed help. Dick couldn't help Bruce, but the Justice League could. Once Bruce got better, he would probably be upset that Dick had involved the League. 'Screw the consequences, Bruce needs help,' thought Dick. 'Just have to run two more blocks.'
                          
Dick had studied the Justice League for years and so he knew what places would make it easy for them to find him. Dick had already made the call for help, but he had also dropped his burner phone. Without a way to contact them, Dick had decided early on to run to downtown Gotham, where there would be a lot of security cameras to identity him.
                          
Dick turned sharply around a corner. In his haste, he forgot to watch for obstacles and ran directly into what looked like a newly planting sapling. Dick toppled and fell, scraping his hands. By the time he got back up, Bruce was almost on top of him. 'Time to go of the offensive,' thought Dick.
                          
Dick spun on his heel and charged at Bruce. Using his short stature to his advantage, Dick threw a few smoke bombs to hide where he was and tackled Bruce's legs. Not expecting it, Bruce stumbled back a bit and lost his balance. Dick aimed some powerful kicks at Bruce's head in quick succession and while Bruce clutched his pounding head, managed to snatch some sedatives from Bruce's belt.
                          
'Great. Now I just need to give these to B to slow him down.'
                          
Seeing the sedatives in Dick's hands, Bruce's eyes narrowed and grew even angrier. He stood up. started backing up, and disappeared in the shadows.
                          
After several moments Dick breathed a sigh of relief.
                          
'Maybe he left.'
                          
Dick knew from his training not to assume that the enemy's was gone without proof so he was prepared when he saw the glint of a batarang coming his way. Dick managed to flip away before it hit the ground, which was lucky because it exploded on contact.
                          
Even though he was a ways away when the batarang hit the ground, the impact of the explosion still threw Dick against a wall. The cracking sound that came from Dick's leg made him cringe.
                          
'Ugh! Gah!! God that hurts! Wow that hurts!'
                          
Dick struggled to sit up and managed to prop himself up on his elbows. Seeing Bruce rush towards him, Dick tried to scramble back up on his feet. Searing pain erupted in his leg and Dick collapsed in a heap.
                          
With his leg useless, Dick rolled his body away from the wall. Dick found a bench and used it to support him into standing. Bruce tossed more explosive batarangs at Dick, but Dick was able to dodge them all. Too busy dodging, Dick didn't have enough time to make an escape and it didn't take long for Bruce to reach him and take a hold of him. Now dangling in the air by his collar, Dick was completely at his father's mercy.
                          
"Stop this please! I don't know what's going on with you, but it's me! I'm Robin! You don't want to hurt me! C'mon B you can snap out of this! You can do it! Please!"
                          
Nothing changed behind Bruce's eyes. He just moved his arm up towards Dick's beck, choking him.
                          
Dick twisted and struggled in his father's grip. He kicked and flailed, but Bruce's hand never loosened its hold no matter how many times Dick hit him. Dick's vision started going blurry and he could feel consciousness begin to leave his body. As he started to go, Dick suddenly remembered the small shots of sensitive he had stored in his belt.
                          
Dick fumbled around and once who found the glass containers in his hand, he picked one and plunged the shot in Bruce's arm where a weakness in the Batman armor was.
                          
Bruce let go of Dick in his surprise and Dick fell to the floor. He immediately started limping away to safety. Dick knew that Bruce had another shot in his belt that stopped the sedatives effects and that it wouldn't be long until he was being chased again.
                          
He had almost reached the end of the street with Dick felt something pierce the back of his calve and his leg gave way under him.
                          
Dick did not fall to the ground his time though. To his surprise Dick felt large hands holding him up.
                          
"I've got you," said a voice.
                          
Dock looked up to see Superman staring back. He was smiling in an attempt to look unthreatening, but the red tint to his eyes gave away how angry he was.
                          
Dick sighed. He would be safe now. And so would Bruce. "Thanks for coming."
                          
"Of course kid," said Superman, gently placing Dick on the ground in a way that didn't put pressure on his injured leg.
                          
"Don't hurt him," pleaded Dick as Superman got up and faced Bruce.
                          
Superman looked at him but didn't answer. He just patted Dick on the head before taking to the skies.
                          
Within seconds Bruce was slammed violently against a building. The wall was left with a disturbingly large dent. Bruce fell into his hands and knees and puked. Superman continued to attack, picking up and throwing Bruce continuously. At one point Bruce was able to push Superman away and grab more of his batarangs.
                          
With both his speed and heat vision, Superman was able to avoid most of the exploding projectiles. The few that did hit him caused damage, but not enough to take down the alien.
                          
"Enough of this! I'm putting a stop to you! I've let this go in way too long!" Dick could hear Superman announce to Bruce.
                          
Bruce gave no answer and just threw another batarang. It missed by a long shot and Superman paid it no mind. He just glided over to Bruce and proceeded to pick him up by the collar like Bruce had done to Dick earlier.
                          
Strangely, Bruce didn't struggle at all, he just pointed to the batarang that he had thrown and laughed. Superman turned to look and horror filled his face. He dropped Bruce and started rushing over to Dick.
                          
"No! Run!" he yelled.
                          
Dick gasped as he realized what was heading his way. Dick put pressure on his good leg and started to run. He didn't get very far though because another explosion erupted behind him.
                          
A wall of the building behind Dick collapsed and rubble flew in the air. A loud pain filled scream escaped Dick's throat as he was hit. Stones crashed into his chest and tore through his suit.
                          
Trapped and unable to avoid the collapsing building Dick tried to  writhed in protect his head. He closed his eyes and waited for it to end. It was growing increasingly hard to breath and blood started to fill Dick's lungs.
                          
"Help!" Dick coughed out.
                          
It didn't take long for Superman to remove the rubble. He slowly moved his arms behind Dick's chest area and under Dick's knees. As the alien picked him into the air, Dick screamed and writhed in pain. Superman just tightened his grip and took off. He flew Dick to an unfamiliar place.
                          
'The League's hideout?' Dick attempted to speak, but just ended up coughing and hacking. Blood escaped his moth as he coughed and covered his chin.
                          
"I need help in here!" Superman yelled frantically.
                          
The Flash and Wonder Women rushed in with medical equipment what was already good to go. Both of their eyes widened for a second when they saw how hurt Dick was. They didn't pause for long though and Flash immediately started ordering people around and asking questions.
                          
"Do you know what's wrong with him?" he asked.
                          
"A lot of bad bruises, leg's been damaged from an explosion and a stab wound, and I'm pretty sure he has a collapsed lung and concussion."
                          
Flash took in the information and went right to work. "You're going to be fine," told Dick soothingly, laying him on a bed.
                          
"Supes! I'm getting him prepped. I need you to go after Batman. Okay?"
                          
Superman's face grew dark again. "You don't have to tell me twice."