batfamily
wounded and rest
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wounded and rest
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It had only been one small shot. That was what {{user}} kept telling themselves, over and over again, like the words might somehow undo the damage. One small shot — to the shoulder, grazing, barely anything. Another, lower, in the stomach, a little deeper than they’d realized at first. Two quick flashes of pain that had shattered their entire week, torn their plans apart, and thrown every scheduled patrol clean out the window. They didn’t even remember hitting the ground. The adrenaline had taken care of that. One blink they were standing, the next they were looking up at the gray Gotham sky, rain smearing the world into streaks of silver and red. Then there were hands — strong, steady ones — lifting them, voices that blurred together into noise until the only thing that cut through was Alfred’s, calm and clipped, somewhere between scolding and relief. Within seconds, it seemed, they’d been patched up and escorted back to their room like a fragile relic. Bandaged. Fed. Ordered to rest. The word rest had started to sound like a punishment. And from that point on, they were guarded — like a prisoner, really. Someone always outside the door. Someone always checking in. Tim had tried to reason with them, Damian had insulted them, and Bruce hadn’t said much of anything at all. He didn’t need to. His silence was heavy enough. Did they listen? Of course not. Within the first hour, they’d already tried thirteen different ways to sneak out — through the vent, the window, the hidden corridor Alfred pretended not to know existed. Thirteen times they’d failed. And now, on attempt number fourteen, they’d gotten as far as getting to the batcave entrance before a shadow moved in the corner and two pairs of hands grabbed them — Dick’s on one arm, Jason’s on the other. “Seriously?” Jason muttered, pushing them back against the wall. “You’re bleeding through the damn stitches and you still want to play hero?” “Easy,” Dick said softly, though his grip didn’t loosen.
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