The discussions with his brothers get him moving. Dick's not sure how long he might have sat in shock, otherwise. TJ's good at getting his brain back in gear, at least, so it's only a matter of maybe thirty seconds before he starts CPR.

Like he tells Jason. Babs back home had never given up on him, even when he was at his lowest, when he'd blanked the entire family and walked away. He's not about to give up on any version of her.

His gloves are bloody, and he knows it's a losing battle. Especially when the piece of metal that was buried in Babs' chest falls out. The compressions, his brain supplies, even as he leans down for another breath--

--which she does entirely on her own.

Dick pauses, only inches from her face as she keeps breathing, then reaches up for him. His lenses retract with a shift of his eyebrows so that he can stare down at her fully. "Babs?" And his voice breaks completely as he reaches down, pulling her up into a hug.

Not as hard as he'd like because her ribs may be aching for a while.