Batman was outside of your apartment. You panicked, quickly slamming the blinds shut. You didn't know if you should attempt to help him or not, he wasn't moving. You paced back and forth in your "pjs."
"Should I help him? What if he recognizes me from when we---..."
While talking to yourself, you remembered the heated make out session you had with the bat after he had saved you. You shook your head. What if Bruce randomly decided to show up at your house and you dragged batman in to help him...
Bruce seemed to hate batman, so it's possible he would hate me to for letting him into my apartment.
No.
You needed to help the batman, even if it meant losing some respect from Bruce.
You peeked out your blinds again.
He still hadn't moved.
You could hear a groan, and you closed the blinds.
All the cops were at the venue and probably wouldn't be able to get here in time. You threw on an oversized hoodie over your tanktop and just covering your pj boxers/legs.
You walked outside, quietly tip toeing over to the batman.
You felt your heart pound, glancing around. There was no one else. You had to help, you felt like you owed him at least this much...
As you approached his body, you saw that his chestplate had several gunshots in it. The only part of his face he had showing had cut marks.
You shook your head breathing in a few deep breaths before you grabbed both of his arms and began to pull him into your apartment. He was almost impossible to move, his armor plus his muscle weight was huge.
You got him inside your door and quickly shut it.
You saw blood coming from one of the holes in his armor, you hoped the bullet hadn't gone all the way through, but you couldn't tell. You quickly slid him over to your couch and propped him up on it.
You looked at him more now. He had cuts showing through his ripped suit arms and legs... He didn't look good. You felt for a pulse, and he was definitely still alive.
You quickly ran over to your closet, pulling out a first aid kit. You thought about how Bruce had told you to stay inside, but he probably wouldn't have imagined batman being inside with you.
You took off your hoodie, breaking a sweat a little. You hoped the batman didn't regain consciousness while you were in your pjs, but you didnt have time to worry about that. He had already seen you topless, and you were at least wearing a tank-top now.
After turning on the lights and placing a lamp pointed towards his body so you could see---You slowly began to clean the face he had showing. You wanted to take off his mask, to see who he was... but you just couldn't bring yourself to.
After wiping the bloody cuts and disinfecting them, you put some bandages on his face to cover the wounds.
You looked down to his chest plate... noticing a small latch and taking it off. This was definitely a major invasion of privacy, but he was hurt- you had to.
You removed the armor and saw that he had a black shirt underneath, soaked with blood. The bullet had just grazed his skin, being caught by the armor before it had the chance to go into him.
You sighed of relief, he hadn't been shot so he should be a lot better off. You took in a deep breath before you began to slowly lift his shirt off, over his head.
And man,
those toned abs plastered with scars and old bullet wounds, and then the fresh graze.
That was hot.
You shook your head, cursing yourself under your breath.
You began to wipe his chest, cleaning the open wound before applying a bandage. You looked up to his face, almost expecting him to be awake, but his dark eyeshadowed eyes were still closed, and the mask still hid his face.
You slowly took off the armored cloth arm pieces, leaving him shirtless, with only his pants, boots and a mask on. It looked silly, but hot.
Still hot.
You continued treating his arm wounds and as you finished you quickly went and put his shirt in the wash.
You definitely did it because it was bloody, not because you would get to look at the batman shirtless for a little while longer.
You summoned all your strength and began to lift him up onto your couch carefully. You propped his head on a pillow, and shut off most of the lights in the room.
You gazed at him. Feeling almost wrong for helping him, but it had been the right decision.
A while later, you grabbed his freshly washed shirt and organized his armor, putting it on the floor next to the couch.
You were about to put his shirt back but you froze, looking at him.
He had so many scars acrossed his chest, abs, and the rim of his pant line. You wondered what type of story each had. You kneeled down next to him slightly touching his scars, tracing them with your finger.
They were sad but beautiful.
Deep in thought, you held your face close looking at the scars individually.
You placed the palm of your hand on him.
"So beautiful" You mumbled to yourself.
You zoned out for a minute.
You were so distracted that you didn't realized he had started opening his eyes, regaining consciousness.
Out of reflex, the batman shot up, groaning at the newly bandaged injuries and grabbed your wrist. He pulled you up onto the couch with him and slammed you into the armrest, as to disarm you.
His body hovered over yours, in all its shirtless masculine glory.
You flinched, your voice quivering as you noticed his hand go up to check that his mask was on.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with confusion, not realizing who you were yet in the daze of just waking up.
"I- I, you were unconscious- I had to help- I-...didn't look underneath your mask-- batman-"
You muttered quickly, slurring your words together out of fright and.... admittedly, slight arousal.
He was on top of you pinning you to a couch shirtless, after all.
"y----y/n..."
His grip loosened, realizing who you were.
He slowly started to get off of you, his weakened body trembling slightly.
He had been scared, really scared.
As he tried to get off of you, his body collapsed back onto you.
You gasped, helping him lift himself back up and he wrapped his arm around you as you helped him rest his back against the couch in the proper manner.
"I'm s-sorry-.. I was just about to put on your shirt before you suddenly woke.. your armor is just on the floor at your feet-" You got up grabbing his shirt handing it to him.
He just replied with a slight gruff. Not saying anything.
Your faced was red with embarassment as you began to turn to walk away.
"I'll leave you to that then-"
"I need help..." The bat muttered in his low voice.
You looked back at him. His face was pink with embarassment, or was it shame?. Upon looking closer at his face, you realized that his slightly greasy hair had been poking out too.
His arms were slouched, seemingly defeated, as his hands were slightly in the arm holes of his black shirt.
"w-what?" You said, making sure you heard him correctly.
"I need help....putting my shirt back on."