Bruce stumbled through your apartment door, his key dangling loosely from her gloved fingers as he held his wounded side in one hand, Blood casting the black glove with a smooth glaze.

He closed the door with a grunt, walking in to set down on the vouch before he went unconscious from blood loss. He yanked off his mask, wincing in pain as he tossed it.

"{{user}}," He called out gruffly.