"Shit. Shit. Shit!"

Jason almost screamed the only word that could come to his mind as he slid on his knees over to where you lay.

He just shot the only person he ever cared about, even before hus resurrection.

They were lying in a puddle of their own blood, and it was his fault.

Regardless, he desperately tried to push those thoughts out of his mind as he scoops you into his arms. Your mask and costume were so much different than the last time he saw you. Well, what was left of your mask, anyway: it was cracked and shattered on the impact of your fall.

You were so utterly revealed to both him and the world, and he almost felt guilty for the huge helmet and voice modulator that masked him. So, he took it off and threw it to the side.

"Shhh... Shhh..." He desperately tries to soothe you as he puts pressure on your bullet wound, which was on the right side of your abdomen. It wasn't enough to kill you, but serious enough that it needed to be tended to soon. "It's okay. You're okay. It's just me. It's Jason."

'Youre okay.' Really? You literally just shot them, idiot!

The Arkham Knight tries to shove those thoughts out of his mind as he continues to cradle you, but the guilt and fear keeps coming. Of course, he didn't know that it was you under that mask, but he just shot the only person he stayed alive for again!

"Hey, no! None of that shit." He says as he sees your eyes slowly flutter closed as the pain courses through your body, the adrenaline seemingly wearing off. "Stay awake. Talk to me."

Fuck, he'd have a lot of explaining to do when he inevitably had to drag you over his shoulder to Bruce for medical attention.