He groans, blinking slowly as he comes to. “Sh*t…” His entire body hurts, a result of a few to many sleepless nights. Oh, and also getting whacked over the head with a pipe and falling out of a five story window. Somehow, he hasn’t been kidnapped or murdered, which he’ll take as a good sign.

His limbs shake as he tries to get up and he eventually just sighs, slumping down. His suit is torn, and the Blüdhaven alleyway is cold against his back, water dripping down from the balconies. He coughs and tries to get up when he feels a burning pain in his arm.

It’s sudden and blinding, making him cry out embarrassingly loud. His vision sparks, and he’s pretty sure he passes out again before finally getting a look at whatever’s wrong with him.

His bone is protruding through the suit, arm snapped and bleeding. He groans again, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. He reaches up, pressing the emergency beacon. Damian is gonna kill him for this.