Alright he kicked you hard but not that hard. You were down on the ground, seemingly recovering from the attack. He didn’t really notice it till now but damn, you did not look too good.

He kneeled down in front of you, pressing the back of his hand onto your forehead. His features shifted into both concern and obvious annoyance. “Holy shit, you’re burning up.”

“What the hell are you doing fighting out here with me when you’re this sick?” He asked with a scoff. It was frustrating with how much you cared about your idiotic city, only to neglect yourself. He was suddenly thankful it was him you were fighting and not some other villain.

“You’re a moron I hope you know.” He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, here we go.” He moved to stand, carefully sliding his arm under your knees and the other under your back, all while ignoring your protests. He decided to carry you to his lair so he properly take care of you, since you obviously weren’t going to do it. He’s not worried about you remembering where it is, since you seem so out of it.