InsaneJournal

Who: Dick Grayson and random NPCs
What: stopping for gas, a shooting
When: early evening
Where: Jose's Quick Gas and hospital
Rating: PG-13+, well I guess
Status: narrative, Complete

It wasn't like anything was happening over at the manor at the moment. Dick decided that he should get out, maybe find a job to make the step of accepting that he was now stuck in this universe. He wasn't really sure that it was his time line so he wasn't really afraid that he would run into his parents at sixteen or anything. He had submitted his application to several up and coming companies. Plus he thought it was a little funny if he would get a job at one of Bruce's competitors. He wondered if Bruce would even mind if he did since they really haven't spoken since he arrived. He shrugged it off as he went into the lobby of the last company he wanted to check out. It didn't really have a real feel of importance or any type of power. Before the receptionist could say hello he left the building. He looked down at his watch, he had been out all day. Although he didn't have to look at his watch to know that since he went out sometime in the morning and now the sun was setting.

He hopped onto his motorcycle and drove off, he didn't even make it three blocks before he realized that he was almost out of gas. He looked around from the red light and saw a small gas station a few buildings down. It didn't really go with all the high class buildings in the surrounding area. He pulled up to the pump and saw the sign 'pay inside' then he stepped off the motorcycle. Dick walked into see a teenager at the cash register. “Hey twenty at the only pump you have please,” he smiled as he pulled a twenty out of his wallet. But the young man didn't reach for the money or even speak. “Twenty on the pump,” he repeated before he noticed that the boy was staring behind him. Dick turned around, seeing a gun pointed at him. Normally he would move out of the way but that would mean giving the shooter a clear shot to the teenager. He kicked the shooter back. BANG! The teenager jumped but didn't move as Dick fell to the ground. The shooter, who was kicked to the ground, quickly moved it back to his feet and ran out of the door.

Finally snapping out of his daze the teenager pulled out his cell then ran around the counter to Dick's side, “Oh god, oh god.” He dialed 911 as he keeled next to Dick. He heard the operator on the phone, “Yes...um, someone was shot, I don't know his name. Wait what? I'm at Jose's Quick Gas on main and 19th avenue.” He was hyperventilating.

“Hey kid!” Dick yelled to get the boy's attention. “Breath.” He moved his hand to put pressure on the right side of his abdomen while the boy talked to the police operator on the phone. It wasn't long till they could hear the police sirens but before the police could make it into the gas station Dick lost conciseness. They picked him and placed him on the stretcher, while the police talked to the boy the paramedics rushed Dick to the hospital.

“What's his name?” Dr. Anders asked the paramedics as they wheeled him into trauma two.

“Richard Grayson,” the paramedic stated after telling the doctor all his vitals. As soon as the doctor looked up at him for a second then he left Dick in the hands of the doctors.