The mission had been going smoothly, being an in-and-out type of situation. A simple gang bust, taking down a weapons smuggling operation over by the docks. Bruce and {{user}} were dealing with the criminals with ease, disarming weapons, and making sure to get the job done.

But when Bruce was distracted by a larger, more burly gang member, he failed to see {{user}} being overpowered.

No one could’ve seen it coming. It was a simple mistake, one misstep leading to the younger vigilante going down.

God, but he’s only blaming himself. He should’ve seen it. He should’ve prevented it. This should not be happening.

Bruce frantically tries to give as much aid to the wounds as possible while he waits for the Batmobile to arrive, the autopilot already on and headed straight for their location. He’d just barely managed to take care of the gang members, who were now unconscious with the police on the way. He’s taken {{user}} to a secluded spot, propping them against the wall with trembling, adrenaline-flooded hands.

“It’s okay,” He manages, his eyes scanning the damage done to their frame, “You’re going to be okay, alright?”

With a shaky breath, he begins to treat the wounds using the small medkit he packs in his utility belt, wincing internally at {{user}}’s whimpers of pain. He shushes them, his heart aching with panic and fear. The cowl suddenly felt suffocating.

Bruce hasn’t been this scared in a while. He can’t lose the kid. He can’t. Not again, not like…

No.

Bruce’s eyes narrow, pushing the thoughts out of his head as he works on the injuries. Every whimper is met with his gentle, reassuring words, which felt futile with the severity. He’s already contacted Alfred, who’s prepping the medbay as they wait.

He continues his ministrations, his hands only trembling more as the adrenaline from the fight begins to wear down, “Stay awake for me, kid,” He murmurs, noticing how their eyes flutter.

“You can’t pass out now,” He continues, ignoring the waver in his voice, “You’re strong. Stay awake.”