"Good boy," Bruce said, swallowing down the fear and replacing it with action. "Good boy, keep talking." He knew what was needed. He had done this before. Had saved countless people from these exact situations. It was just brick and concrete and rubble. It was nothing a man with Bruce's strength couldn't lift away.

He would get to Jason. He would get to Jason. He would--

The crash of rubble and the line disconnecting had Bruce letting go of the grapple before he'd pulled it out of the nearby rooftop, just letting the line dangle as he fell to the ground and landed hard on heavy-booted feet some distance from Jason. He clawed his way through the mess of debris, listening in panicked silence for Jason's voice below. He didn't hear anything. The panic swelled as he started grabbing bricks and hauling them away, his breath heavy as he struggled to clear a safe path to what was trapped beneath.