As the whispering female voice called out to him he turned his head toward where he heard it from. His heart raced as he turned to see a sight that shocked him greatly. The figure of a woman sliding down a wood box, her limbs were limp, the whites of her eyes rolled in her head, as he rushed forward. It was hard to make out much of what she looked like, or who she was inside of the dark train car as he reached her he placed his arms gingerly underneath her. His left cradled her neck while his right went under her knees, he carried her over to the entrance of the railroad car where the moon provided some extra light as he did so the bomber jacket fell from her arms. It was then he got a more clear view, it was then he recognized who he was dealing with.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Canary? I have you, you are safe, but what the hell happened to you?" </span>His voice was concerned as he laid her flat to examine her closer.<br/><br/><br/>Nightwing could see bruising forming on her right cheek, no doubt someone had hit her hard. His eyes trailed further as he saw her exposed breasts, fine pale white melons that any man would love to play with, including himself. Regardless of the urgency of the matter his body still responded to the sight of them, his ensuing erection unable to be stopped. Quickly his hands reached out to grab the soft black material of her outfit as he pulled it to stretch back over her breasts. He didn't need the distraction at the moment, but as he did so the back of his gloved hand brushed across her right nipple despite his best intentions not to. The rest of her tight latex leotard looked undamaged, until he saw that the lower part had been thrust aside to reveal her inviting southern lips. Again there was nothing to stop what his body did, though his mind tried to remain focused on the task at hand. He reached down to cover her womanhood back up, his left thumb grazing the lips of her pussy as he did so.<br/><br/><br/>It was then that he saw her fishnets were ripped as well and one of the first things that came to his mind was had she been raped, and who could do this to Black Canary? He didn't know the true extent of her injuries, and he had already moved her once.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Stay here, I am going to scout the area."</span>He didn't figure she would move, not in the condition she appeared to be in.<br/><br/><br/>Nightwing jumped up, anger flashed in his eyes as he was inspired to find who had done this to her. He jumped out of the train car and made his way up to the rungs at the back to climb to the top of the red rust bucket. It would provide him a vantage point to search for the culprit. His eyes slowly scanned what he could see of the train yard. There was no movement, no sounds, no sign of anyone who could have done this. Either he was dealing with a power meta-human or something else was amiss. Nightwing made his way to the other side of the train car he stood on top of, turning his back to the ladder he had climbed to gain another vantage point. He searched once more, his eyes trained on the terrain, but he saw more of the same. Things were in perfect working order.