Lhasa, Tibet

[_nightwing_]

The jet, at top speed, has made the journey to Tibet in a little under three hours. Three hours, at well over a thousand kilometers an hour. The tracking signal gives Nightwing a beacon to home in on

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[last_joke_x]

He didn't give a word during the entire flight expect a grunt here and there. In the back of his mind he's a little upset with Batman for going after Ra's alone. It's something still lingering within his mind though he pushes it aside right now.

Hopping out he also moves right on Nightwings feet towards the cabin. He's making mental checks to what to bring but sees that Nightwing is taking his inventory as well.

[_nightwing_]

He hands Red one of the backpacks and slaps the control for the jet's ramp, heading down into the snow as it opens onto the expanse of white. In his hand is a small tracking device. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to.

He strikes out across the snow towards the ruined fortress.

[last_joke_x]

Taking the backpack and not even putting thought in it's almost as if these two were on the same wavelength. Red knows exactly what Nightwing is doing with each action. No words are needed from these two.

Climbing along to the fortress in as much a hurry as he can, Red just keeps on the task at hand.

[_nightwing_]

Both men are cautious as they traipse the landscape, in case Ra's left any of his friends or laid traps for their arrival.

He's memorized the plans of the fortress, so even in its dilapidated state, he knows where the entrance should be. He wasn't expecting it to be easy to get in, and he's right, as a quick view through his binocs confirms - there's masonry blocking it.

Time for plan B - a window. It means going up a floor and coming back down, but it's less time than moving brick and stone.

[_nightwing_]

He frowns, unsure what Bruce is trying to say, and shakes his head.

Later. Not now. Later.

Red hands him the small oxygen tank and mask, and he passes them to Robin.

Here. Get this on him. I can't do anything about that lung until we're on the jet and I can see what the hell I'm doing.

He presses his fingers to Bruce's carotid artery once more, monitoring his status on the scanner. It's touch and go. They'll have to get him out of here soon.

[_robin_]

Tim gingerly places the mask over Bruce's head, maneuvering the strap past the ears of the cowl. Settling it in place, he seaches his mentor's face earnestly.

Hang in there Bruce, we'll get you out of here in just a minute.

[_darkknight_]

He nods shallowly in understanding and closes his eyes, body relaxing as he stops struggling so much to speak and breathe.

[last_joke_x]

Making sure the backboard is well in place, Red judges distance and fires off a couple of lines for an even lift. The straps to keep him in place will be tight enough as well. He pushes any thought of the man that's been more of a father to him then anything he's had out of his mind. He just places the most of importance to each task he completes and preps. Though for a minute he does look over to the Batman while his hands move by training and without thought. Words almost come out but each time they fail. He just continues the prepping to get Batman out of here and to the jet as fast as possible.