Batfamily Week 2020
Day 3- Injuries | Bonding During A Mission | No Capes/Civilian AU
Bad Things Happen Bingo: Ambulance Ride
Fandoms: Batman, Titans
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Tags: bafamweek2020, injuries, bad things happen bingo, ambulance ride, bullet wound, Cop Dick Grayson, Father-Son Relationship, hurt & comfort
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Bruce slowly sipped his coffee from a branded Styrofoam cup, not even wincing as the hot liquid scorched his tongue. He was too busy keeping his eyes open for his eldest who was coming to meet him at this coffee shop just across from the Bludhaven Police Station.
Bruce was not only Bruce Wayne, but also he was the goddamn Batman and yet his heart was about to pound out of his chest at the thought of finally getting to sit down and talk with his estranged eldest. It had been stubbornness and fear on Bruce's end when his son had left to become a cop in Bludhaven of all places during the day and Nightwing at night, a hero in his own right and out of Batman's shadow.
It had taken a lot of disappointed looks and sighs from Alfred and Damian alike for Bruce to swallow his pride and call Dick. Dick thankfully seemed receptive to hearing from Bruce and was willing to meet Bruce. Bruce may not have approved of Dick's newest day job, but he always kept an eye on him and he couldn't help but be proud of his son and the good work he was doing in the police department and this city as a whole.
"Bruce!" Dick's voice snapped Bruce out his mind and his lips ticked up at the sight of Dick in civilian clothing, waving at him from across the street, obviously just having left work. His blue eyes were bright and sparkling even from this distance and something finally settled in Bruce's chest at seeing his eldest before him.
The light changed and Dick began to cross the street with a few other people, a bounce in his step and a bright smile on his face as he kept his eyes on Bruce. Bruce rose from his table outside of the coffee shop, intending on meeting his son but he faltered when a gunshot rang out and the screaming started.
Bruce was moving on battle-honed reflex as he watched as his son went down hard, blood spraying from his left shoulder. Bruce raced through the throngs of gathering people, hearing numerous people calling 911 but his focus was on his son. His son who had just been shot, his eyes scanned the buildings nearby to track the trajectory of the bullet. He didn't see any glints of metal or anything that suggested where the sniper had been lying in wait.
"Dick! Dick, hang on son!" Bruce babbled as he knelt next to Dick, pressing his hands to his son's bleeding shoulder. Bruce could feel his son's blood seeping into the fabric of his pants at his knees and his pale hands becoming stained with Dick's blood.
"B-B?" Dick's skin was slowly turning a pasty white, his blue eyes unfocused as they flicked side to side.
"I'm right here Dick, just stay awake okay? An ambulance is on its way!" Bruce did his best to keep his voice steady and calm, knowing Dick was focusing on it more than anything else at the moment.
"You came, I'm glad." Dick's words slurred as his body began to shake as shock slowly began to set in.
"I'm sorry it took me so, but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere," Bruce swore even as Dick's blood seeped between his fingers and the sounds of an ambulance's sirens sounded out behind him.
"It's just a shoulder wound, you'll be fine okay?" Bruce said looking directly into Dick's hazy eyes and got a just as hazy smile in return.
"Sir, please step back. We can handle it from here." A female EMT touched Bruce's shoulder as her partner knelt next to Dick, a pad of gauze already in her hands. Bruce shakily removed his bloodied hands from his son's shoulder and watched as the EMT covered the wound with the gauze, keeping steady pressure as her partner took Dick's vitals.
"He was shot in the shoulder," Bruce managed to get out as he stared at his bloodstained hands.
"We have the wound stabilized, it was a clean through and through but we need to get him to the hospital. Are you related to him?" The EMT who had talked to Bruce first asked as she helped her partner put Dick's prone form onto a stretcher and an oxygen mask attached to his face.
"He's my son," Bruce blurted out, knowing with every cell in his body that his words were the truth, no matter how much time had passed and how many harsh words were spoken Dick was his son.
"You want to ride with us then?" The EMT gave him a look of sympathy, as Dick was loaded into the ambulance.
"Please," Bruce gratefully took the cloth the EMT handed him and he clumsily rubbed at his hands as he climbed up into the back of the ambulance and sat on the small seat that was next to his half-conscious son.
Bruce dragged the cloth over his hands over and over again; hating that Dick's blood was so hard to get rid of. He began to wring the cloth between his fingers as he turned his focus to his son.
"B?" Dick's voice was weak and his right arm flopped out towards Bruce as the EMT kept working on his injured shoulder.
"I'm right here Dick, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Bruce leaned forward and took Dick's hand and felt some tension seep from his body when Dick gripped his hand tightly.
"Promise," Dick repeated and Bruce gave his eldest a small smile. He was going to stay by Dick's side and see if he could convince Dick to come back to the mansion until he was fully recovered and while his son healed he would find who shot him and make them pay for it. No one hurt his family and got away with it, not if he could help it.