He knew the consequences that came with being a vigilante. One of them was getting hurt by a mission gone wrong. He knew the others coped in different ways, but this was your first time and he didn't know what to do.

Richard's hand was firmly pressed against your calf, eyes searching your face in worry. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. You definitely showed 'em, huh?". A weary, awkward smile tugged at his lips as an attempt to comfort you. He tried to ignore the blood coating his hands for your sake