Well Fu-

Damn. That's Cold

A cough left Static's lips as he struggled to open his eyes.

Pushing himself of off his prone position on the floor, Static finally forced them open.
And saw destruction.

It looked as if a hurricane had torn through room, with almost all of the pillars on either side of the room destroyed and now broken pieces of marble on the floor. Thankfully the room still held up and it mainly looked to be used for decoration purposes.

Nearly all the chairs had been absolutely dismantled, similarly to the stage which now had a crack in the middle of it.

The curtain separating the backstage from the rest of the room had also been completely torn through, with multiple of the backstage area's items being knocked over.

Then, Static looked at his arm.

Static's hand was a mess of broken fingers and a beyond purple and black blob. It still had a resemblance to hand but it looked so badly injured that it made his mind completely stop.

That purple and black combination made it's way up to his forearm and creeped up to his elbow, and Static realized everything there was completely broken- scratch that, demolished.

'Oh'

He stared at the mangled limb, and he realized that the reason it felt numb was because he was in shock.

A few seconds later he felt the full force of his injury, but before he could let out the yell of pain that was certainly coming, something else happened.

The side of someone's hand met the side of Static's neck, and before he could do anything, he lost consciousness.

Slumping backwards, his back was caught so that his head didn't hit the ground, and he was lifted upwards.

Now in the arms of Nightwing.

He surveyed the room, taking everything in before speaking. "Did he really do this?"

"It was more like the both of us"

A familiar voice called out from the side of him, belonging to to Canary.

Her eyes were closed slightly in a wince as she stretched one of her legs, any clothing covering it being completely destroyed.

She looked up at him.
"Do I need to ask where you got those cuts from?"

Nightwing surveyed his body, and there were in fact multiple slash marks that were quite visible. He just shook his head and moved the conversation along , and Canary didn't seem to care enough to press.

"Was using that really necessary at a place like this"
"He was getting too........fine, I'll admit it, I was getting a little scared"
"Scared?"

Nightwing stared at the female Hero in disbelief.

"Miss "I'll put you in a chokehold for accidentally touching my pesto chicken gnocchi" was scared?"
She just rolled her eyes at him.

"I don't know- he was just......I felt the further the fight went on, the more dangerous he got" She looked around her at the destroyed room.

"He's using his powers in ways I didn't know they could be used, it's impressive" He responded with a smile.

"Yeah yeah, which is why you should probably get going while he's knocked out" Canary put extra emphasis on the get going part.

Nightwing looked down at the former? Hero in his arms and nodded.

"There's a secret tunnel system in the walls, I'll take him through there in case we meet trouble on a lower floor that could be used as a distraction. Evacuate the Titans"
"On it"