Nothing from his years of being an vigilante in this crime-filled world could've prepared him for this moment.

He never saw you as a friend, but he never saw you as an enemy either. You were just someone he begrudgingly worked with...and was slightly fond of.

"Hey...hey, don't close your eyes," He demands, unable to stop the worry and fear from seeping into his voice as he holds your bloody body in his arms. Seeing you take a bullet for him had shaken him more than he had expected and he despised himself for letting you get hurt in the first place.