August 16, 0043h Dinah was bored. Batman was out on patrol and Alfred was - of all things - *dusting* the Batcave. Babs had been testy when she had called earlier, pointing out that she was very busy and terminating the connection hastily. Plastic Man was manning communications at the Watchtower, and she definitely didn't want to talk to him anyway. She sighed. She wondered if Bruce kept any video games on the Batcomputer. She had just reached for the keyboard when the light in the Cave suddenly went red and a piercing siren screamed through the air. She jerked back her hands as Alfred rushed forward. "I didn't touch anything, I swear!" Alfred didn't reply, instead hitting a flashing button on the computer array and saying, "Go ahead, Oracle." The Oracle icon snapped into focus on the screen, the word "EMERGENCY" running along the bottom of the screen in urgent red letters. "Nightwing is down, massive bodily injury and blood loss. Robin requests aid." Batman's voice suddenly filled the Cave, obviously networked into the same emergency channel. "Alfred, bring the Batwing downtown. I'm getting Leslie. Oracle, do you have more information?" "Stay here, Miss Dinah," Alfred directed as he headed for the hangar, swiftly gathering supplies from the medical station on his way. "I'm sending coordinates now." There was a split second's hesitation. Then: "Hurry." Suddenly Robin's voice was on the channel, urgent but not panicked. "Okay, I'm back. Pulse is thready, breathing shallow. Oracle, pull out the stops because we need some units of blood up here three minutes ago." "Robin," Batman's voice, absent of any inflection. "Hurry, Batman. His vitals - damn! Just hurry!" "Robin?" Oracle this time. There were only scrambling sounds, then Dinah's heart sank. She heard the two quick bursts of air, the pause, the muttered count to twelve. CPR. They were losing him.