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WHO: Bruce Wayne and Jessica Jones
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: March 16, Evening
WHAT: Jess bonds with Bruce the best way she knows how — by beating other people up together.
WARNINGS: Violence and swearing. Will update with more if necessary.

[ it's a repeat performance — jessica jones, leaving through the entrance of a bar after an hour of drinking away her sorrows. she heads down an alley, taking what she assumes is a shortcut, before she notices a suspicious sight in the distance. two men, following behind another. however, this is not just any potential victim — it's bruce freaking wayne, of all people. it takes her a moment to recognize him, with the newfound beard, but it's unmistakably him.

he can take care of himself, certainly based on what she's witnessed in the past. at the same time, she can't help herself. the devastating memory of his parents, on the cold pavement, flashes through her head. while she's no hero, jessica would never forgive herself if that happened to him. swift on her feet, she dashes over in their direction, prepared to both alert bruce and distract the robbers. ]

Hey, dickheads! Over here!

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[There's a moment, staring down the barrel of the gun, when the fateful memory of that night flashes before his eyes. Something instinctual boils in his blood, and he hears the gunshot like a distant memory echo in his brain. It's almost like he's watching someone else's memories, somewhere outside of his own body, like it isn't really his. The pain isn't there anymore. He notices the thief's hands shaking.

He tells them that nobody has to get hurt, and instead of retaliating, he reaches slowly for his wallet until Jessica's voice calls out, disturbing the delicate tension. He can see what happens next coming even before they know what they're doing themselves as he watches the thieves turn the gun turn towards her.]

No!

[Bruce dives in the way of the gunfire, and the bullet spins him into the ground as it passes through his shoulder, while the crooks dash the other way.]

[ that goddamn idiot. her eyes widen, and jessica curses beneath her breath in trepidation. why the hell did he do that? he already knows she can hold her own in a fight. although she's tempted to chase after the culprits, she can't just abandon him here, in this state. with a frustrated exhale, jess falls to her knees, her gaze scanning the wound. ]

Shit. Wayne, are you out of your mind?

[He grits his teeth, blood trickling from the wound, staining his shirt. He grasps at it with a free hand.]

Hhh... last I heard, you weren't bulletproof. [He looks up.] You didn't have to do that.

And last I heard, I can take a bullet better than you.

[ she scoffs, low and exasperated. then, without a second to spare, jess jumps into action. grabbing part of his jacket, she pulls until she rips part of it off. she moves him upwards, at a slight angle, before turning the torn fabric into a makeshift bandage. her hands firmly secure the cloth into a tied knot, applying pressure to the wound. ]

Come on.

[ her gloved hands are already covered in his blood, but there's no time to dwell on that. jessica stands up, using her enhanced strength to help bruce to his feet. ]

I don't think that's how that works, Jess, but alright.

[He takes her hand, and with a sharp inhale, gets to his feet.]

Thanks.

[ they need to find a hospital or some kind of medical professional, at least. jessica jones is no claire temple; knowing her luck, he'd die under her care in a matter of minutes.

jess watches him with caution in her gaze, prepared to lend an arm to hold him steady, should he require it. ]

Why did you reach for your wallet? [ she inquires after a moment, as they start to walk. ] What happened to your kung fu crap?

You know why. [He says, voice low. His father tried to be a hero, too.]

[ it's not an answer she expects, but the reminder furrows her brow. ]

I've seen you fight, Wayne. [ while he may not possess her strength, his skills are still impressive in their own right. ] You could've kicked their asses.

It's just money. [He grunts.] I've got enough of that.

[He takes a turn away from the direction of any hospitals.]

[ well, she can't argue with that. licking her lips, jess huffs a breath before she notices the abrupt shift in their trajectory. her hand reaches out, grasping his uninjured arm. ]

Wrong way, dipshit.

[He stops, but doesn't budge.]

It's fine, I know a place. [The Hall of Justice looms in the distance.]

[ he knows a place, sure. ]

Somewhere better than a hospital?

[ then again, he is rich. wayne likely has medical staff on call, just for him. ]

Well, seeing as I own a lot of the hospitals in De Chima, I can't exactly say yes to that, but... [He glances up at the towering building.] ...well, yes.

[A pause.]

You know, for someone who does their best to stay out of other people's troubles, it sure has a habit of finding you.

[ of course he owns hospitals — emphasis on plural. rich bastard. with a deep sigh, jess lets go of his arm, shifting her own under his shoulder as she guides him towards the building. whatever the hell that thing is, wayne certainly is confident that he'll be able to heal there. ]

Shut up and walk.

You're the boss.

[The large doors slide open with a commanding presence after a cursory retinal scan. The Hall is massive on the inside, a towering rotunda of world-class technology, of which he's not particularly impressed upon entering, considering he built it.

Bruce walks them towards the infirmary.]

[ she continues to support bruce, allowing him to lead the way inside. her gaze widens, as she licks her lips and absorbs everything around them. it's a sight to behold, to say the least. ]

Where the hell are we?

The Hall of Justice. [He replies, walking towards the infirmary.] Headquarters of the Justice League.

[ shit, the hall of justice. it's not like she's unfamiliar with the name. living in this hellhole, that would be an impossible feat. still, she never visited the building either, compliments of her apathy towards heroism. ]

So, this is where those morons in capes hang out?

[Bruce stares at her dully, not caring for the joke, and turns his back to her as he removes his shirt, dried blood caked with fresh across his shoulder blade. He reaches for a spray bottle across from him, making a displeased noise-- whether at the wound or at her she can't possibly know.]

Hh.

[ it's probably both, let's be honest here. ]

Hey. Take it easy.

[ jess steps forward, pausing at the last moment as she watches him, unable to conceal the concern in her gaze. ]

It's alright. [He turns to her.] It's a nanite salve Wayne Enterprises has in development. The nanomachines will clot the bleeding. Close the wound.

[He raises an eyebrow, smirking a little.]

Careful. You almost looked concerned for a minute.

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