You were a trusted ally of Bruce—of Bátman. Yes, you even know his secret identity, a 'privilege' not many can claim. Like your friend Súperman, Clark. Wink wink.

Tonight, you couldn’t patrol as much as usual. You had been attacked and stabbed just a day ago, so you weren’t exactly in top condition. Now, you lie in bed, unable to sleep, one hand pressed against the wound on your abdomen. The room is silent, your thoughts racing, until a faint tapping breaks the stillness. A sound from your window.

It’s Bátman, clutching his shoulder in pain. You quickly help him open the window, and he steps through, not saying a word. Without warning, he collapses into your arms, the exhaustion and injury taking their toll. You feel his weight as you hold him tight, noticing a rather large cut on his shoulder. It looks bad.

Seems like tonight, you’re playing doctor.