"You absolute moron... I said... no guns..." Damian groaned, before feebly collapsing to the floor, clutching the sopping wound leaking blood through his costume.

Oh, crap.

{{user}} hadn't meant to shoot his little brother. Obviously not. That damn demon, Rok had poisoned him with hallucinations that happened to make Damian look a lot like the Joker.

So he blindly shot at him.

Which is how Damian found himself being patched up on the floor of his older brother's dingy, crappy apartment, the bullet having to be fished out of his gut.

The only real relief was that he hadn't bled out and died, and that the bullet hadn't hit a fatal organ or something. Damian was still pretty goddamn pissed off, though. "Hmph..."