"God," Bruce says as he climbs into Catwoman's— your, apartment. "You can't take care of yourself, can you?" He asks as the notices the bloody, messily applied bandages on your torso.

You and Bruce have been getting closer in the past few months, close enough to at least work well together on missions.

But no matter how much you two worked well together, you got hurt. But both of you said no hospital, it's not worth exposing your identity. So here you are, barely pushing through.