Lhasa, Tibet
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Like pallbearers, three dark figures make their way across the white landscape bearing precious cargo; expressions grim. Three Robins - past and present - together for the first time. Tim Drake at his head, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson on either side. The silence of their journey is punctuated only by the soft sounds of their booted feet in the snow, and the rasping, labored, gurgling breaths of the man they carry between them.
Not exactly the family reunion one would have wished. But a reunion nonetheless. The only question now is whether Batman will survive the trip home.
Once on board the jet, the three work almost as one; gently removing the older man's cowl and kevlar from his upper body, cleaning the wounds, applying bandages. Now the real work begins. Nightwing gathers supplies (lidocaine, suction catheter, saline, portable suction apparatus, syringes, laryngoscope, tubing), and pulls off his gloves and mask in favor of sterile latex gloves before maneuvering a swing arm light to better see what he's doing.
"Robin, I need you to help me out here. Red, I hope you know how to fly this thing. Get Oracle to slave the controls from the other jet, and let her know we're on our way."
He readies the equipment, and takes a deep breath as he looks at Bruce. It's been a while since he's dealt with these types of injuries. His main worry is that the environment won't be sterile enough; that Bruce might contract pneumonia, that his heart might stop...
Like pallbearers, three dark figures make their way across the white landscape bearing precious cargo; expressions grim. Three Robins - past and present - together for the first time. Tim Drake at his head, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson on either side. The silence of their journey is punctuated only by the soft sounds of their booted feet in the snow, and the rasping, labored, gurgling breaths of the man they carry between them.
Not exactly the family reunion one would have wished. But a reunion nonetheless. The only question now is whether Batman will survive the trip home.
Once on board the jet, the three work almost as one; gently removing the older man's cowl and kevlar from his upper body, cleaning the wounds, applying bandages. Now the real work begins. Nightwing gathers supplies (lidocaine, suction catheter, saline, portable suction apparatus, syringes, laryngoscope, tubing), and pulls off his gloves and mask in favor of sterile latex gloves before maneuvering a swing arm light to better see what he's doing.
"Robin, I need you to help me out here. Red, I hope you know how to fly this thing. Get Oracle to slave the controls from the other jet, and let her know we're on our way."
He readies the equipment, and takes a deep breath as he looks at Bruce. It's been a while since he's dealt with these types of injuries. His main worry is that the environment won't be sterile enough; that Bruce might contract pneumonia, that his heart might stop...