[There's air on Dick's side, a hint that he's grappling somewhere. The trackers keep track of him to the nearest rooftop.]

If there's any way you could shave a few minutes off that, that'd be great.

[He knows that there's no chance of that. Curses their luck that TJ's across town.]

[There's silence for another few moments as Dick finally checks Babs over.]

Batgirl's down, Rook. I... [His voice breaks for the first time before he clears his throat.] I can't find a pulse.