Robin one shot part 3!

It cost me an arm but not a leg

Another scream was torn out of him but he doubted anyone heard. He was the only one in the building or at least he hoped that was the case. The rubble was boiling hot from the fire and he felt it burn his skin and suit into some sort of congealed mess due to it being pressed down with such pressure. Alongside the burning, he'd suffered enough broken bones to know this was really bad. It was as though he could feel every part of his bone splinter and shatter, pressing on the inside of his skin attempting to break out of it.

Sobs of agony greeted him as he tried desperately to pull his arm away and somehow move it from under the debris. There was no use to it because whichever way he moved, it wouldn't budge. He was trapped. His mind was swimming from the pain and heat, dots beginning to appear in his vision along with tears. Despite his fight to escape, he couldn't fight back his body's mercy of making him unconscious for a bitter end for long. He weakly pushed at the rubble hoping it had fallen at just the right angle that if he shoved it, it would topple off. Logically, he knew that couldn't happen but he still had to try because he didn't want to go out like this.

"Help!" he screamed into the night only for no one to hear. He knew nobody would hear. The firefighters specifically asked him to check these floors because they couldn't get to them. He knew that no one was following him up here.

"Help!" Was he screaming it in expectancy of a response or was it just for fighting to keep himself awake? Maybe he just wanted to put the energy out there that he wasn't going to accept his fate. Surely he still had a bit of luck in him to fight another day. Surely he was meant to go out to save the universe. Perhaps it was egotistical to think this wasn't a hero's death but he didn't care. He refused to die like this.

"Help!" Noticeably weaker this time. The fire was drawing closer, like a pack of hungry wolves waiting to rip into him. He heard that when you were burned to death, you didn't feel it once your nerves were gone since there would be nothing to send the pain signal. Guess he'd find out. Blackness drew in and he couldn't help but run to it for comfort. No one was coming. He may as well take the small mercy whilst it was still being offered up to him. With a whine of defeat, he let his eyes slip closed. It may not be a hero's death but he'd saved at least a handful of people who would otherwise be suffering the same. He could try to be content with that.

When Batman re-entered the Batmobile, he turned on the radio and could've jumped had he been not so well trained by the loud frantic voices. It took a minute to translate the noise into words but when he did, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal.

Nightwing was in the building and hadn't left before it began collapsing. The firefighters were asking if anyone had seen him yet there was a general sense of them knowing if he wasn't out of there already, there was nothing they could do. Batman was sure he broke the speed limit five times over to get to the burning building. That dark swirling feeling in his stomach told him that he needed to get there fast or he'd live to regret it.

They had close calls all the time, it came with the job, and he wouldn't usually think this was an issue but that feeling was there. He'd felt it before. He felt it whenever he heard his kid was in trouble and they couldn't get out of it without help. The feeling had never failed in warning him before so he wasn't going to ignore it now. Faster wasn't fast enough. Times like these made him wish he had superpowers that allowed him to teleport, run faster than light or fly faster than a speeding bullet.