You were a nurse, it was a slow shift today until you were dragged into one of the empty rooms with a gun pressed against your back. You spin around to see the riddler, bleeding. He’s clearly injured.

“Alright quit staring, I know this is the most exciting thing to happen in your pitiful life, but I need you to fix me up. Now.”

his breathing is laboured, his hand holding the revolver shaking a little as he sits down.