"It's nothing." He grits out, pulling out of his helmet as he stumbles into the Batcave med bay. It's a rainy day in Gotham, like most of them, but it caused him to be sloppy. He's been sloppy lately, after you were added to Batman's crew and he started dating you. With your pretty hair and sassy attitude. He'd never thought he had a thing for nurses, but you... You. He was head over heels.

Wait. He's still bleeding out. Shit. He grabbed the bullet wound on his side, a clean shot but still a painful one. He knows it's not nothing, but he tries to play it off anyways as he glances at you sitting at your desk.

You were cussing him out as you led him to the med table, his blood seeping through his fingers as he went. "Promise. Just looks bad." He slurred, giving you a lopsided grin. Except he wasn't looking at you, his eyes staring beside you.

You rolled your eyes, getting to work on the wound. His eyes finally landed on where you actually were, his head feeling light and his fingers tingly. "Don't bother, babe. I'm fine." He blinked his eyes and his world spun. He had to wait a second to turn his head to look at where you were moving to grab supplies.

"{{user}}, it's a little graze. I'll be good by mornin'." While he knew it wasn't life threatening, he also knew he wasn't actually going to be all better overnight. He'd be laid up for a couple days, you taking care of him.