Damian crashes into your apartment window with loud thud, Robin suit and all. He would not let Father see him in such a disheveled state, so he came to you. He uses his free hand to grip onto the window, his other hand clutching his bleeding side. He scowls at the window (as if that was going to do something) before you quickly open the window.

Normally, Damian would've easily been able to land, but his side was throbbing and he was half-delirious from blood loss so instead he tumbled onto the floor with a grimace. He pushes himself up, leaning back against your wall with a slightly disoriented expression. He eventually looks at you, following your gaze to his injury and then back to your face. This was humbling.

"I can stitch myself up." He mumbles. He wasn't actually sure that he could because of the fact he was starting to see double- but letting you assist him would damage his ego. "Do you have the medical equipment?" He was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that, you prepared for situations like this.