It was two in the morning when the vigilante finally began to wake up, which was good, because I was actually beginning to doze off. He groaned slightly and begin to stir, causing me to jump up into a sitting position; wanting to make sure he didn't rip out his stitches. Thankfully he didn't, but when he suddenly jolted forward, I knew that he was fully awake.

"Calm down, or you'll rip out your stitches." I said, getting up and walking over to the vigilante. But I made sure to keep my distance so he didn't see me as a threat.

"Who...who are you? Where am I? What happened?" He asked. His voice was gruff, but also full of uncertainty, probably caused by the anesthetic.

"You're in the lower east side of Gotham, in my apartment. I'm a nurse at Gotham general hospital. You landed on my fire escape two hours ago, badly hurt and bleeding out from two bullet wounds your Kevlar vest failed to block. I stitched you up and tended to your broken limbs. I needed to explain the situation so he knew I wasn't the one that hurt him.

His hands flew to his head, touching the hard metal of his red helmet. "You kept my helmet on?" He asked. I simply shrugged and replied honestly. "I didn't want you to wake up and think you were in danger. That being said; I need to make sure you don't have a concussion and you need something to help your body recover from the large amount of blood you lost."

"I do feel dizzy...how do I know I can trust you?" He asked. I wasn't surprised at his question: he fought the worst this city had to offer, it wasn't a mystery as to why he was hesitant when he was me with good.

"If you couldn't trust me: you'd be dead by now." I shrugged. "Now please; take of your helmet off."

The man sighed and hesitated for a moment before raising his hands and unlatching his helmet. I helped him take it completely off carefully and, although he tried to bat my hands away, we managed to take it off. I set it to the side as I handed him a bowl of fruit and stood up to check his head for any bleeding. When none was found, I grabbed my small flashlight and moved back to facing him. His face was attractive, I'll give him that. Strong-jawed, glossy raven hair, angular features; but a small domino mask blocked me from seeing anything else other that the blue irises.

"Another mask? Are you 'heroes' that paranoid about your identity?" I asked. "Keep your eyes open please." I flashed the light into his eyes. His pupils dilated and I sighed in relief when I pulled the light away and the pupil reverted back to its original state.

"You'd be surprised." The man said, taking a bite of the fruit I had given him. "Why are you helping me? By the tone of your voice I'd guess you aren't for us superheroes."

"Most of you are...okay I suppose. You save lives, and I admire that as a nurse." I said, pulling my flashlight away. "However people still get injured in collateral damage. A friend of mine was paralyzed when Superman smashed through her work building fighting Lex Luther for, what? The thousandth time? And your personal methods are strictly against my morals." I moved down to his limbs as I examined his recovering bones.

The vigilante sighed and cursed under his breath. "Of course...you pedestrians and your 'collateral damage' and 'no killing'. I only kill people who deserve it. I've executed fucking psychopaths, serial killers, murderers, terrorists! And what do you all think? That I'm the menace!" He argued and I raised an eyebrow.

"So you're proving that killing is wrong...by killing?" I countered. I pressed down on one of his ribs and he flinched, signifying that it was broken.

"They murdered innocents! I killed monsters. What do you even know anyways?" He growled. "And damnit! That fucking hurts!"

I rolled my eyes. If he was going to argue, he'd end up leaving. I couldn't have that, he'd only end up killing himself. Time to switch the topic.

"What even happened to you? Who was the great 'Red Hood' fighting this time?" I asked, grabbing some tensor bandages out of the safety kit. "Also I'm going to sit you up, but don't move too much or you'll pull your stitches. Let me do it."

I placed my hands strategically on his torso before pulling his body up off the ground, just high enough to be able to wrap the bandages.

"You're pretty strong." He observed.

"When you're a woman living in the slums of Gotham City, you have to be." I explained. The vigilante remained silent for a moment as I began wrapping his ribs.

"Some of Black Mask's goons. I cornered them at the docks and I chased them here... didn't know they had a gun stache." The vigilante groaned.

"Black Mask...the crime lord? Wasn't he the guy you made your 'debut' with?" I asked, eyes darting to his face to make sure he wasn't in pain.

"You could say that." He said nonchalantly. "You ask a lot of questions."

"One of Gotham's most feared vigilantes falls onto my fire escape, half dead, in the middle of the night. I think I have the right to ask some questions, especially since I saved your ass."

"You didn't have to." He muttered, looking away stubbornly.

"I'm a nurse: I vowed to protect every life, no matter what." I said, lopping the last of the bandage around his good shoulder for security before pinning it closed. "And as much as I hate to admit it...but you 'bat-clan' people actually do an alright job protecting people."

"I thought you said you didn't like me." The guy said, smirking and I rolled my eyes.

"Killing's wrong: end of the damn story. But...I can respect the fact that you guys, especially Batman, do good work for this city." I explained. "And with that...you're all bandaged up."

Redhood moves his arms cautiously, testing the waters. "Thanks for this, I...guess I kind of owe you my life."

I shrugged. "Just be careful going back to your secret HQ and we'll call it even. I'm sure you have someone that can help you with the remainder of the healing process." I helped the guy up, making sure he was able to stand on his own. "And please don't get into any fights on the way."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were worried." He said, smirking as he slowly grabbed his helmet and began to put it back on.

"More like worried you'll ruin all my hard work." I said, smirking in return. To my surprise, the vigilante let's out something that almost sounds like a chuckle as he slowly walks back to my window. Before he stepped out back onto the fire escape, he turned back.

"I don't think I caught your name Ms. Nurse at Gotham General Hospital." He said and my smirk widened.

"Amara Bianchi." I explained, trusting him with my name for some reason.

"Amara...I hate to say it, but having someone with your skills could be pretty useful in my line of work..."

I immideatly knew what he was getting at.

"If you need medical attention, you know where I live." I shrugged.

Why I was promising to help a dangerous vigilante instead of telling him to just go to a hospital? I don't really know. But if my intuition was anything to go off of, I could tell my reply caused the man to smirk before he jumped onto my fire escape and into the dawn.