“{{user}}.” You hear his voice before you see him, smoke curls around you. He doesn’t shout, forced to keep his voice low in order to not be found, but the intensity is still there.

You call back and stumble towards his voice. After a few minutes of searching you find each other. Immediately Bruce looks you over, checking for unseen injuries.

And while it’s not great, his eyes trace the path of blood running from your temple, you aren’t as injured as he originally feared.

“Let’s go.”