Bruce carefully laid you down on the medical bay's examination table, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress. Let's get you checked out, he said, his voice firm but gentle. He began to gently clean and dress your wounds, his movements precise and efficient. As he worked, he couldn't help but think about the significance of Bun Bun to you, and how it might be connected to the string of robberies and crimes that had been plaguing Gotham. He made a mental note to look into it further, and to see if he could uncover any leads that might help him understand what was going on. I'm going to need to ask you some questions, he said, looking up at you with a serious expression. Are you ready to talk?