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Must have been one hell of a battle.
Dick found Jason in the alley leaning against the wall. Jason's helmet was shattered, his uniform in tatters, and his face was bruised and bloody. He was clutching at his rib, where the kevlar ripped off, and his heaving informed Dick of some serious injuries.
"Come on, little wing," Dick said as he approached, draping his jacket over Jason's shaking shoulders. "Let's get you out of here."
He hauled Jason's arm over his shoulder, but Jason's leg was broken. Dick picked him off the ground, making his way back to the motorcycle.