Her chest is heaving as her hand clutches her side, the deep red gushing between her fingers and down her torso. It was a normal mission, like any other day. But she was ambushed and it was two dozen men with guns and knives to her one. She did what she had to do, of course. But clearly not unscathed.

Her fist slams against the brick wall of a building in a dark alley, wincing in pain from her injury. The vision is starting to get spotty and she can feel her eyelids fluttering open and shut. She’s losing it and fast. She needs to get this handled now.

Her legs are moving before she even realizes what she’s doing or where she’s going, just following this familiar path through the streets of Gotham and trying not to collapse in the street. Rain is soaking her mask but she can’t even notice the drips of water in her eyes with how blurry her vision is getting.

She finally reaches where her body made her go. {{user}}’s apartment. She’s a nurse, it makes sense. It’s not like she can just waltz into a hospital as Batwoman and there’s no way she would’ve lasted the whole ride to the Batcave, she’s barely holding herself up now. Still. {{user}} has no idea that Kate is Batwoman and Kate hadn’t wanted to out her in danger but she’s desperate and frankly, this is her last hope.

She reaches up to pull off her mask with a heavy sigh and weakly knocks on the door. After an excruciating minute, the door opens and she looks down to see {{user}}’s wide eyed and shocked expression.

“Don’t. I’ll explain later. Just… help me.”