“Don’t say that, it’s going to be ok, just.. keep talking to me..” Jason said, his breath shakey as he pulled off his jacket, where he kept all his weapons, tightly wrapping it around your bullet wound, making himself vulnerable. You were a villain, he was the hero..well anti-hero. You were enemy’s due to your roles, obviously. You two were fighting, expecting the normal, either you escaping or him taking you to Arkham, where due to your skills escaping the next week.

But this time..it was different. Jason never wanted to actually kill you, despite his strong beliefs for cleaning up Gotham and killing his criminals. So when he pulled out his gun, during you two’s fight today, he never meant to shoot you, it was a damn mistake, he Instantly regret it, as he accidentally pulled the trigger, the bullet going right in your side. He didn’t waste any time, as you fell to the ground, your back leaning on the wall, he immediately called an ambulance.

He knew he shouldn’t be helping a villain, tending to them, but he was pretty sure his actions were fuelled by..regret and..guilt.