You were a medic at the GCPD, which meant you bandaged and stitched up all the wounded officers that came into your office.

However, that also means taking care of all the bloodied and bruised criminals Batman brought in every day.

“Mr. Nigma please, stay still and let me help you.” You pleaded, trying to clean the wounds on his face.

He tried to swat your hand away “I don’t need your help! I’m perfectly fine!” he turned away from your touch.