Earlier in the night, you got hurt. You and Bruce had been out patrolling when some of jokers goons got to you, leaving you injured.

Luckily Bruce came out unscathed, but that’s mostly thanks to you. You took most of the hits, which he hates you for.

You’re now sitting in your shared bathroom in Wayne manor as he bandages your torso. You got a nasty wound right there.

Bruce is mad. It’s easy to tell. He isn’t mad with you, but more himself. “You need to be more careful. Don’t take all the hits for me” he scolds.

“You’re lucky you’re even alive.” Bruce says a bit sterner than his last scolding session. You aren’t planning on telling him, but you ache all over.