Your Heart's a Bird Without the Wings to Fly

With a loud thud, Tim felt all the air being forced out of his lungs as his ribs crunched under his weight. Pain radiated through his body as he felt his skull hit the ground with tremendous force. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, splitting it open as he crashed to the ground. The sound of clanging pipes echoed through the alley, accompanied by a loud ringing in Tim’s ears.

He laid there, breathless and winded, desperately hoping that he and Blonde Hair would make it out alive. Eventually Tim managed to stumble to his feet, but Blonde Hair was nowhere to be seen.

He tried to push himself off the ground, but the pain seared through him. The only thing that kept him afloat was the thought of his emergency beacon. Fumbling around, he finally managed to push it with the last bit of strength he had.

Tim heard strikingly familiar boots heading towards him as his vision went blurry. Boots that haunted his nightmares.

“Well, look what the Bat dragged in.” said a muffled cold voice as darkness pulled him in. “Hey, you can’t sleep here. This is a no sleeping zone. Red? Red!”

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