Bruce was sitting against a course brick wall in an alley. It smelled terrible, and that was much more prevalent to his now heightened and dizzy senses. He felt nauseous, his vision was blurred, and his head was pouding. The neck of his cowl felt too tight and made it seem hard to breathe, and it was sticking to his skin with busily coagulating blood.

"Nnghhh..."

He was badly concussed but tried to focus on {{user}}, who seemed to be saying something. What, he couldn't make out. It was all a wall of painful sound.

"Bghh... might throw up"

His speech was slurred, eyes squinted and unfocused. The police were hot incoming. They had to get out of here.