Superboy bent over the small form of Dick Grayson shielding the kid from the crossfire of bullets while trying to keep pressure on bullet wound spreading a crimson stain across the shoulder of the kid's dress shirt.

The kid was shivering hard and seemed to be having trouble breathing. His eyes darted around the room. He must be terrified thought Superboy wondering how to get the kid out of the line of fire and to safety. Superboy grimaced a little, hoping he wasn't pressing too hard.

"I'm going to lift you. Keep your head down. I'm bulletproof you're not."

"Noticed that," whispered Dick shakily trying to joke. The room was spinning. He knew he had to stay awake but everything kept greying out. Crap, he needed a cover for his other identity. He closed his eyes and reached blearily for the link in his head. Guys, Batman and I are going after some of the gunmen. I'll be out of range don't freak.

Superboy hefted him up and Dick stifled a scream. Waves of lurchy pain and swimming sloshing walls and jagged muscles cradling him like an awkward oversized infant, Dick might or might not have thrown up all over Superboy. He wasn't sure.

Superboy ducked into cover laying the civilian down. Artemis put down her bow which was almost out of arrows anyway and whipped out her first aid kit.

"Is there an exit wound?" She asked Superboy kneeling beside Dick. "Grayson try to stay awake."

"Do you know him?" Asked Superboy.

"He's the son of the richest man in Gotham. Everyone knows him," answered Artemis. She'd just caught herself before blurting out something stupid like, he goes to my school.

"...mis your hair is pretty," Dick slurred out. He wanted to touch the golden braid of hair lying next to his hand but couldn't figure out how to move his hand. The pain was fading.

Artemis's memory flashes to this same kid teasingly taking a selfie with her the first day of school, "Hey, weird flirty kid!" Snapped Artemis alarmed. "Stay with me. Breath dammit!"

His eyes half closed, Dick wanted to breath but he couldn't figure out how. Nothing would move. Nothing hurt. He vaguely heard Conner say something about him still having a pulse. He felt Artemis reposition his head and strong puffs of air were forced into him. ...darkness,

"I can't keep up AR forever. We need help, extraction." ...Artemis.

Glad she doesn't like Doritos or tuna fish, thought Dick a little randomly. He couldn't for a million dollars open his eyes, wiggle a finger. He was at the mercy of other people's efforts. Why couldn't he breath on his own? How was he still even semi-conscious?

"Can you get him to the paramedics? He's not too heavy? You'll have to go fast he's not breathing on his own." …?.

"Fast is my first, middle and last name," ...KF.

"The bullet is lodged right there next to his spine, try not to jostle him as you run." ...Conner.

I don't have a body anymore, thought Dick randomly as his head was strapped to something, a tube was shoved down his throat, medical jargon was bouncing back and forth. A paramedic pried open his eyelid. Dick saw Wally's worried form in the background before a painful light was flashed in his eye.

..Ambulance. Dick let go his herculean efforts to stay conscious vaguely hoping he'd wake up again eventually but also knowing that probably wasn't a sure thing.