Nico’s had enough. Tim’s hurt, and he’s giving them first aid?! Hades no. He grabs Tim - Robin - whatever and hoists him into a fireman’s carry so he can’t offer anyone else a Band-aid. He takes the first shadow he finds to the place where he knows helll find backup: Jason, Dylan’s and Sleeper’s penthouse.

“JASON!” The shout is abrupt, loud, and on the verge of panic. Nico stumbles over to deposit Tim on the couch. Some of the arterial spray has transferred from Nico to Tim, but he hasn’t gotten a good look at himself to see the dark red blood across his black clothes. It’s only really visible on the white skull graphic and the yellow of Tim’s uniform. “JASON! Tim’s been shot!”

This is bad deja vu to a cold night last year. Another friend shot. Tim will be fine. He’s not going anywhere.