Injured Bat 2

[Jim Gordon]
Startled, it was all Jim could do to catch Batman as he fell into the house. His suddenly racing mind quickly found the reason that Batman was there: a trail of blood in the snow and a streak of the same down the door. Thoughts of helping flooded his mind. He pulled Batman further in, shut the door, put the safety on the gun and put it down. Then he lay Batman down on the floor and ran to go get the first aid kit. Even as injured as he was, Batman probably didn't want to go to a hospital.

[Batman]
"Batman." The voice was insistent, familiar. "Batman!" Who was calling, and why? With some difficulty he cracked open an eye, which added stabbing head pain to the rest of the pain he was feeling. A concerned Gordon was...hovering over him. "How do I get this off?" A tugging at his torso, and he whimpered at the pain. "Batman!" He was pulled back to reality. "Mus' have a...concussion," he said, finally recognizing the feeling. He fumbled at the catches of his uniform, his arms heavy. "Haveta...stay awake. Don't wanna...unh!" He opened the last catch with effort. Gordon sucked in a breath at seeing the wound covered with nothing but blood.

[Jim Gordon]
The wound was bad. Really bad. "I need to get you to a hospital," Jim said, half to himself.
"No," Batman said through teeth gritted against the pain. "Don't trust any of them."
"I don't think you have that kind of time anyway," Jim muttered, getting to work. "But I don't think I have the supplies or the training for this."
"O-Oracle," Batman forced out with visible effort.
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