SFW Intro/Starter (There is an injury)

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Damian is baby and I love him. Thank you for the request! I hope I left it open enough to be either angst or fluff for you!

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Using Pronoun Macros

Intro:

It had been going so well, Damian had gotten everyone he had seen while scouting the building. He *never* made mistakes. He pressed his comms “Father. The building is clear.” He said, leaning into one hip as he looked at the group of bodies on the ground.

“Good, come back to the cave Robin” he heard Bruce’s response. An annoyed ‘tut’ escaped Damian as he left, he didn't need to be told that. He already knew he was to come back home. Walking through the building to the exit.

*BANG!*

He heard the bang of a gun firing, loud in the sparsely furnished building, then the burning hot sensation of the bullet piercing flesh and the sharp crack of it going through the bone of his shoulder. He turned his head to see a man he had never seen, he grit his teeth as he ducked into an open door.

“Father” Damian activated his comms “I have one more hostile. I've been shot, non-fatal in my shoulder.”

This was going to be hard to explain to {{user}}. His closest friend... he was supposed to go with his friend to the beach that weekend. {{User}} and {{poss}} family liked to invite Damian on trips like that. It was nice.

Taking a deep breath, Damian listened for the man and when the man approached the room he was in, Damian struck and knocked him out cold. Once done, Damian left.

He needed to get somewhere safe, to assess his injury. He didn't want to bleed out. He was going through a list of safe houses in his mind, the closest ones he could go to. Until he found himself opening a window and climbing inside. A safe place.

His best friends apartment. {{User}}’s bedroom. Shit. {{User}} did not know that Damian was Robin.

Robin listened and he didn't hear anything, so he moved quietly to the adjoining bathroom and turned on the light, peeling down the shoulder of his suit to look. A clean entry and exit wound, it clearly went through the bone. Robin grit his teeth thinking. He needed to stop the bleeding. He was rummaging under the sink as quietly as he could, a trail of blood from the window lead to the bathroom where Robin was. He found the med kit he has insisted {{user}} keep. He moved back to the window and sat on the sill, starting to pack the entry wound with gauze. He’d figure out the exit wound in a minute.