“You can’t just run off {{user}}.” Dick lectures, his voice sharp. “What if you had gotten the hostages hurt?”

He continues, not noticing the blood dripping through your fingers and on to the cold concrete below. The sound covered by rain hitting the roof of the abandoned building you had found yourselves in after the firefight.

He does take notice though, when you don’t say something.

“{{user}}?” He questions, concern leaking into his voice. Your breath is coming in short pants now.