You silently crept into the Batcave after somehow convincing Tim to disable the cameras so no one would catch you after your mission. You got to the elevator before hearing someone clear their throat.

“How bad is it.”

The deep voice called out, it belonged to no one but Bruce Wayne. You began to mumble curses to yourself for getting caught that quickly. You held your bicep as blood flowed down from a deep wound you had gotten from a mission you had a few hours ago.