[Batman]
Batman growled under his breath. Of all the nights to be injured- his com gear had been destroyed. The batmobile had been blown up. Kent was incommunicado somewhere in space. The Clinic was too far to walk to, and in his condition- Batman reached out a black-gloved hand to steady himself on a nearby building as a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him- the rooftop express was out of the question.
Stumbling slightly, he followed the wall he was leaning heavily on. In the thin layer of snow that already covered the ground, he left behind a wavering line of red.
[Jim Gordon]
He almost didn't hear it. He thought he'd imagined the first faint noise, had half convinced himself that it was just his imagination when he heard it again, every bit as faint as it had been the first time, but all those years of standing on rooftops hadn't taught him nothing. Half-certain he would be embarrassed by branches knocking on the house, Gordon, gun ready, wrenched open the front door.
[Batman]
Leaning heavily on the door, he tried to lift his hand high enough to knock a third time, but somehow he couldn't muster the energy to do more than lean heavily into the wooden door. As his coherent thoughts slipped away, Batman realized he had a huge problem. It was all he could to to keep to his feet, even with the support of the door. He was beginning to slide down the door when it abruptly opened and he found himself in the arms of a surprised Jim Gordon.
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