Written for a drabble tree.

The Rescue

With every step, mud squelched beneath his shoes. Last night's storm had made the hill slippery. Bruce made his way slowly down the incline towards the car, whose downward plunge had been halted by a tree. Bruce wasn't sure yet if that would prove to be a good thing.

He'd left their suits behind, which was just as well. Batman wouldn't make much better progress down this cursed slope, and besides, Dick would only laugh. If he could.

Smoke from the engine made the air thicker. Bruce coughed as he reached the car, and peered in through the driver's window. Dick was moving slowly, holding his bleeding head with one hand and trying unsuccessfully to unbuckle himself with the other.

Bruce knocked on the window to announce his presence and attempted to open the door, which wouldn't budge. With a frown, Dick pushed against it with his body; nothing.

A flame came alive at the hood. Bruce gave up on the driver's door and hopped to the backdoor, which opened immediately; he dove into the car, pulled out his pocket knife and slashed through the belt holding Dick down. Then he dragged the younger man into the backseat and finally out of the car.

Once they'd reached a safe distance from the burning vehicle, Bruce dropped Dick clumsily onto the ground, panting for breath with his hands clutching his knees. "You wrecked my best car!" Though it wasn't the Batmobile.

Dick pulled himself up onto his elbows, wearing a ghost of a smile even though he was covered in mud. "You have too many, anyway."