Do You Trust Me? ?~|~?Nightwing Fanfict?~|~? (Read Desc)

I didn't feel we were in the clear even after I was away from the area where shots had now ceased to fire. I leaned up against a wall, sliding down it, being sure I had a hold on Haley's leash as I gently placed her on the ground. My blood felt warm against my skin and was wet in my clothes. I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. This is exactly the position I was in the last time. Cowering away against a wall with nowhere to go. I pet Haley's head, seeing as she stayed near me, and it brought me some semblance of comfort.

Then Haley started yapping. It made me tense up and I fought to try to quiet her. If someone came looking for her and it happened to be the wrong kind of person, we were both screwed.

"Come one, girl, it's fine," I murmured, lifting her into my arms and holding her across my chest.

She seemed heavier than before which worried me. How much blood did I lose in my time running? And where was Dick? There were only two guys so he should have caught up with me a bit ago. That made my chest constrict. If he was caught in a crossfire and was dead because of me... I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. He was alive; he had to be.

"Haley!" A feminine voice shouted, as it approached, catching my attention.

I struggled to stand and greet the red-haired woman with glasses but I could only hiss and watch as Haley pulled away from me to go say hi to her with a wagging tail and happy yaps. I breathed out a sigh and simply gave her a weary smile from my position on the ground.

"Oh shit... We need to get you to the hospital," she said, taking in the sight of me.

"No," I argued, "Just stitch me up and I'll be good."

"Were you even stitched up the first time?" She asked, her concern gleaning in her eyes; green like Dick said they would be.

"I don't think so," I admitted with a nervous laugh, looking down at my blood that was starting to sink into the concrete below me; it didn't seem to be a normal color either.

I heard sirens approaching and looked up at the woman who was now giving partial attention to Dick's puppy. Police would be here at some point and they would force me to be hospitalized before interrogating me and looking me up in their system; a system I had yet to exist in and I wanted to keep it that way.

"Help me up," I spoke up, catching the red-head's attention, "and we can go back to Dick's apartment and you can stitch me up or whatever."

"You need someone certified in what you need. You need a blood transfusion," she argued.

"Then call someone. I'm not going to the damn hospital," I told her, trying and failing once more to get up.

I swore loudly in my increased state of frustration. It felt like when I was beaten black and blue by Blockbusters henchmen all over again. I wanted to fight but I couldn't. I felt an arm reach under me and I looked to see the red-head attempting to help me up.

"You're lucky I know somebody I can trust to be discreet," she told me as she helped me into a standing position.

Haley seemed to understand now that it wasn't the time to be hyperactive and stuck close. I made a mental promise to make it up by roughing around with her when I didn't risk re-injuring myself again. I felt faint but I needed to push on. I could make it to Dick's apartment if I fought the weariness that threatened me. Once I get there, I can collapse.

It seemed to take longer than I remember, walking back, but that was probably because we were stuck on avoiding all obstacles dressed in blue with a badge. But I felt such a great relief at the sight of the apartment complex, I hardly registered the red-head on her phone.

"Leslie, it's Barbara. I need you at Dick's place asap," she said.
I got nothing after that. It all went blank and I felt a heavy collision with the ground before I lost coordination with my senses altogether.