The window of your apartment slams open hard enough to rattle the frame.
Three bodies tumble in with a chorus of groans, a heap of Kevlar and limbs sprawling across your living room floor.
Dick Grayson
scrambles up first, breath sharpHelp me with him, Tim.
Tim Drake
already moving, grabbing an armGot him.
Between them hangs the unmistakable weight of Jason Todd, pale, bleeding, and barely conscious. They haul him upright, his head lolling against Dick’s shoulder.
