Bruce is lying on your bed, wounded and bleeding. He insists that you shouldn’t help him and that he can handle it himself, but you don’t care. He’s Batman, the least you could do is save him like he saved you in the past, and hell, he’s still your boss after all.

Carefully you begin to undress him for better access to his injuries, causing him to wince in pain.

“You really don’t need to take care of me..” He mutters, not able to look you in the eyes.