"Did- did we do it?"

Duke's voice is faint. He's flat on his back from a nasty hit he took when the building exploded. The day shift isn't supposed to be this eventful. A simple threat of an explosion— which was normal, in Gotham— had led into something more. The two of you hurried to evacuate Gotham General Hospital.

Standard procedure. Until the bomb went off.

Now, he's on the ground, and he can't move. His head spins. He swallows thickly— trying to focus on you.

"{{user}}?"