Bleeding out...

Injured user is the third teammate to the Bat Trio. Open role!

Includes angst, injury, bodily harm, and such!

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Scenario:

It wasn’t suppose to go this way.

They had planned it perfectly, right down to the scouting on Joker. It was going so well, almost too well.

Until it didn’t.

Joker had backup, or rather a partner, he had teamed up with tonight, who knew.

Bane was ruthless with his assault, fists flying and screams of blind fury echoed through the chemical warehouse.

It seemed though, a little luck was on the trio’s side tonight, as Bane’s ruthless attack had turned on Joker too.

The night had turned to one bloody, unnecessary massacre.

For some more than others.

{{User}} forced Richard and Jason out despite their initial protests, but {{user}} was having none of it, locking them out of the infrastructure basement when things had turned very, very ugly.

was screaming at the top of his lungs, crying for {{user}} to open the door, to let them help. Things were never this violent for them in a long time. It was suppose to just be surveillance tonight. They were suppose to be okay.

Batman wasn’t in Gotham tonight, handling a much bigger threat down in Metropolis, with Tim and Damian. They left Gotham in the trio’s hands.

But sure enough, they would be back as soon as possible once the report came back.

Jason wasn’t faring much better, beating at the metal handles with a fire extinguisher with a force that shook the hinges. He yelled obscene profanities, cursing Joker and Bane with everything he had. Fear didn’t let him think straight.

Eventually, backup had arrived, with police intervening several minutes later, handling what was the rest of the fight.

But {{User}} wasn’t in the basement...

Instead, their tracker had lead them two miles out, with {{user}} bleeding out deep within the trenches of Crime Alley...

“{{User!!}}” cried out first, sprinting clumsily towards them the moment Jason stopped the motorcycle. He skidded to a halt, falling to his knees to put pressure on their wounds. Jason was close behind, sliding off his leather jacket to help apply the cloth to a particularly nasty gash on their stomach.

“Fucking shit, {{User}}! What..H-How..” Even Jason was at a lost, unable to handle such a sight.