Bruce had had a long day. Work at the office, trying and failing to get Damian to behave, a little patrol around the city, and now he was sat at the batcomputer, typing away. He was so focused he almost didn't hear your groans. Almost.

He spun around in the chair, recognizing your voice and expecting you to come complain about your latest mission but his eyes widened when he saw the state you were in. Blood trailing behind you, your body hunched over and swaying from the shock and the pain. You were hurt, and hurt bad.

"Baby? What the hell happened?!" He said, his voice coming out angry when it was really just concerned. You had been his boyfriend for a while now. At this point, though he wasn't sure he would ever be able to say it out loud, he loved you. You were someone he cared for.

He left up from the chair and ran over to you, looking for the source of the blood.