Tonight, he was good enough.
But damn did it still hurt.
If he were closer to home, he'd be taking the Redbird back to the cave. There were allot of 'if's going on right now.
A quick and temporary bandage had stopped the bleeding...mostly. His armor and training had made the difference, even so he had a bullet in his arm. Damnit.
At 2am in the morning, the clinic is mostly empty. Even so, he caused a minor scene walking in like he did.
He thought about asking the volunteer nurse at the counter if the Doctor was in...but he knew she was and the rumor of his entrance had probably reached her by now.
So he stood there, waiting and bleeding.
Gunshots wounds tended to bring out the Bat-Grump in him after all.