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the thing about working with someone as long as dick’s worked with kori ( or really any of the titans ) is that you can kind of anticipate how they’ll think and move. and unless it’s a threat that they haven’t dealt with before, they work in an automatic sort of tandem. kori handles the sky, dick handles the ground. dick leaps from a building with no plan for a landing, and kori’s his net.
fighting with the titans, fighting with kori, is as easy as breathing. dick is a little more wary, knowing that kori is sick. but, to be honest, he’s not overly concerned. tamaranean cold, probably. nothing the two of them can’t fight through. dick’s so caught up in the easy partnership of it, that he almost misses that one of her starbolts looks wrong. weaker than he’s used to seeing. there’s something off enough to catch his attention. so as an escrima staff is thrown to knock out the last assailant, dick is moving without thought. he scrambles up the fire escape as he sees kori falter. she’s a few stories up, and -- fuck.
“ -- star !! ”
she’s actually falling, and dick can feel his heart in his throat. it’s no easy feat to gain purchase on a window sill well enough to launch himself from the side of the building. the weight of her falling drags him down faster than he expected, throws off his balance, but he gets his arm around her waist, and fires a grappling hook with the other, towards a street lamp. the speed and weight of their descent is too much for it, but it does the job of at least slowing their fall. their landing is hard enough to drag an asphalt burn right through the leg of his costume, and the roll that follows to avoid the falling street lamp probably earns him a few scratches and bruises, but ---
“ jesus, are you okay? ” he asks worriedly, hand on the side of kori’s face as he urges her to sit up. there’s something wrong with her eyes, too. jesus christ, he’s gonna be sick if this is something serious.