"Hellooo? please answerrrr," You groan, knocking your bloodied fist against the door multiple times.

The situation was- desperate. Like, really desperate. It had been a while since you've visited Gotham, back when you were in the team. But now, you're back in the city. Bleeding out at your ex-teamate's front door with a hole in your torso.

You clenched your side as blood seeped through your fingers. You were on a mission not too long ago, having been sent to Gotham to take down an organisation that had targeted someone close to you. Supposedly, the mission was supposed to be a quick in-and-out, but alas, you were known for not double checking the Intel you get. Leading to the current situation.

It was pathetic, really. The information, the Intel, was a trap. A quite obvious trap you should've seen miles away. So now, after limping quite painfully to the nearest safehouse you could go to, you leaned on your ex-teamates door that you haven't seen in like-- 6 years.

"Tim? Pleaseee?? I know it's midnight," *You mutter once more as you bang on the door, speaking as if Tim was on the other side listening. Most likely, he was asleep. Actually, it was more likely that he had moved and you were bleeding infront of a poor civilians apartment. In full vigilante uniform. But hey, too late now, right?