August 16, 0045h

	The Flash was moving as soon as Oracle's voice sounded in his ear, 
overriding his conversation with Jesse Quick.  The techs at the Keystone 
City blood bank, clearly alerted by Oracle,  were already packing four 
units of O positive and transfusion equipment for him when he arrived.  
He paced impatiently at super speed for the 30 seconds it took them to 
get everything together, listening with a deep chill to Robin begin a 
second count to 12 over the emergency channel. No one else spoke.
	"Here you go, Flash," one of the techs said, handing him the 
cooler and med kit.
	"I'm on my way-" the Flash announced as he flew out the door.
	"-Robin."  The Flash stopped short on the Bludhaven roof, staring 
in shocked disbelief.  Could the human body hold that much blood?  And - 
Spud?  The boy was practically lying across Nightwing's abdomen, his 
cheek resting near the edge of the rib cage that Robin compressed.  
"Dear God-" Wally breathed.
	"Can you run a transfusion?" Robin asked, not looking up, his 
voice coming in cold Bat tones.
	"No," Wally admitted.
	"Then take over here.  We don't get blood in him now we're just 
killing him faster."
	The Flash hastened to obey, handing his burden over and dropping 
to his knees on Nightwing's left side next to Spud.  He felt the blood 
soaking through the legs of his uniform.
	"Flash!" Robin barked.  "Watch your speed."
	Wally nodded, putting his panic aside to give his friend two 
hopefully life preserving breaths.  He tried not to notice the little 
bubbles of blood that hissed from a gash between two of Nightwing's ribs 
as the air pushed into his lungs.  
	After two compressions, Robin spoke again. "Stop for just a 
second."
	Wally obeyed, watching as Robin unwaveringly plunged a needle into 
Nightwing's now bared right arm and opened the flow of blood.  Nerves of 
Bat, Wally thought, resuming compressions at Robin's nod.
	Wally finished his twelve count and shifted to give two more 
breaths.  After the first, though, Nightwing gave a sudden gasp.  Robin, 
still holding the now half empty transfusion bag aloft, reached his 
other hand toward Nightwing's neck.  The emergency channel was 
absolutely silent, as if everyone was holding their breath.
	"I've got a pulse," Robin finally announced.  "Weak, but there.  
Batman, we need medics and transport."
	"We're en route."
	They might have been talking about the weather.  Wally looked at 
Robin's face, closed and grim as he watched the transfusion bag empty 
and readied a second one.  He'd seen Dick go into this mode as well.  He 
shuddered and looked away.
	His eyes fell on Spud.  The poor kid hadn't moved.  This couldn't 
be good for him, but Wally could think of no way to lessen his trauma.  
He reached for him, intending to hold him, comfort him, but Robin's 
voice stopped him.
	"Don't touch him, Flash.  That boy's 56 pounds are the only thing 
keeping this blood in Nightwing's body."
	Wally hesitated.  "I can spell him, Robin.  He's just a boy."
	"He's saving his father's life," Robin replied coldly.
	Oracle's voice chimed quietly in Wally's ear.  "Leave him, Flash.  
At least he's feeling like there's something he can do to help."