“It’s okay,” Bruce tells you softly, his hands deceptively gentle as he keeps a steady pressure on your wounds, making sure you won’t bleed out on him. “Breathe with me, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

He’s staying calm for you, he has to—since becoming his Robin, you’ve never gotten injured in the line of duty, not like this. He knows he can’t freak out, not when you’re already so scared.

He won’t leave you to go through this alone. He knows how hard your first brush with death can be.