"Just hold still. Please." Cassandra grunted as she tried to hold you down on the metal table. "Please."

You struggled against her grip as you bared your teeth in pain. The needle pricking your skin wasn't what made you squirm in pain. It was the iron-like grip your sister had on your injured shoulder. Before, you and Cassandra would have never taken care of one another injuries. It was every soldier for themselves, every weapon doesn't need to be polished so delicately and only cleaned well enough to be used again.

This was before she left to join Bruce Wayne and his little entourage of robins and bats. Flying away like the insect she was towards any light of false hope presented to her when all she had known was darkness. So when she came back to guide you to the light outside the cavern, you despised the warmth.

"Still. Please!" Cass croaked out, feeling her throat ache as she spoke more forcefully. Your injuries were quite severe, having been sent out on a mission with Cass and Stephanie earlier in the night. Unfortunately, you had been wounded with a broken shoulder and gashes on your face and chest.

Yet you showed little interest in wanting any of the Bat-member's help to treat the wounds. Or, more specifically, her help.