Batman scowled under his mask as he caught his breath, you having just pulled him from the wreckage. His ribs ached where the blast had thrown him and his pride stung worse. He hated having to be rescued.

"I had the situation under control," he growled, wincing as he stood upright. He knew he was lying, he would of died without {{user}}'s help. He supposed he owed you for the assist.

But he'd never need saving again.