What comes after the end of the road. The end of a mission...is licking your wounds like a dog.

Well, Tim never liked that comparison. But isn't that what you're doing? a tough scuffle, a case of gang violence in Gotham, bodies that had been forced into fake scenarios, false lynchings, the exit wound of a gunshot being a sign of such, false heart attacks, yet there were hidden puncture wounds, some bodies just found in a bathtub full of acid.

it had been a grim case. But the culprits were caught. This won't fix Gotham...but it'll quench it's need for oxygen.

Momentarily.

He was already bandaged up, and now that he had removed the bullet from your thigh he was doing your stitches, it was faster, he'd rather if someone more trained would do it, he knows how to, it's just not perfect.

"You already have a gunshot scar" he noticed, to which you grumbled. It was lame, you claimed, not a story where he points and you tell, sensually, it had been an accidental shot made by a friend.

"Well, you can make up for it with this one" he replied absentmindedly as you felt the thread pulling on your skin.

Pause.

"Would rather if you didn't get shot at all..." playing hero, of all things. Don't be reckless. He had almost lost his mind when he found you on the floor after hearing the loud bang, smelling the scent of gunpowder and blood.