ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ.

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His body is lifelessly laying on my couch, but the air is pushing out and lowering his chest, motioning up and down. It confirms he is still breathing at least. I made sure to sit on the floor beside the couch, folding my arms on the edge of the couch as I rest my chin onto my forearm, waiting for any sudden movement from him. I also wrap a blanket around him and shut all windows, figuring he needs to warm up a bit. Unfortunately I don't have any medical equipment in my house, but I did manage to wipe off the blood around his face. However, I am debating on calling the ambulance, but calling the ambulance would also be risky, since he is Batman; and if I'm correct, they'll eventually take off his suit and expose his reputation if they remove the mask. My eyes darts to his facial structure, but I couldn't help myself from taking notice from his entire suit.

Around the chest plate emblazon with a stylizing bat metal emblem in gunmetal gray; It reflexes through the light from my lamp that's standing behind the couch, as it glimpses on each corner, drawing attention to the unorthodox design. The suit contains in mad-black titanium-dip fiber with harden kevlar plates; however also distinctly leathery, as well as huge plates of armor making up the exterior of the suit. The black cowl plunges below the rest of the suit's armor plating, while the cape is form by a distinct collar, floating on the side of my couch.

Batman looks so intimidating, and yet so mysterious. I understand why everyone is scared of him, the anxiety he can bring to the table, and the adrenaline boost that runs through our veins in fear. He knows it too, he must.

I continue sitting in the same position for thirty minutes, incase he wakes up. That also means I have to shake my legs now and then from letting the pressure around the nerves to resist the temporary numbness.

The sounds of the siren coming from the police cars driving past my window, made it very clear to me they are heading towards the club, although I don't know what for. My apartment is directly pointing towards where I work, and I know my area pretty well. Whenever a police car is heading across my complex, it's surely around the club; but yet I still take it upon myself to walk through dark alleys than having to walk straight to it.

He didn't move a single muscle yet, but his breathing continues to move up his chest. However I need him to wake up, incase it's important for his behalf. I'm sure whatever Batman did, it's something important. Not to mention I have never seen him at the club before.

I slowly trail my hand up to his arm covering in titanium, gently poking him to the side; but he didn't react as I expect. I didn't move my body yet, until another fifteen minutes; that's when I decide to get up from the floor and grab a glass of water for him, whenever he wakes up. I fill up it up, continuously staring at him till I shut the water; still nothing. I made my way back to the living room, and place it on the counter table as my eyes trails to his body, hoping for a miracle by then; but not until I notice a black phone is sticking out of his pocket. I wasn't too sure if this would be a good idea to sneak up on him, but maybe someone could help him.

My feet steadily takes small steps to avoid any freaking sounds coming from the floor, as I reach up towards him and kneels down a little to pick up the phone. Two of my fingers slips into his pocket and slowly grasp onto the phone, pulling it further up. Once is reachable to not attract any attention from him, I quickly check his contact numbers. However there is only one he has saved and no random calls from anyone: only from this contact name of Alfred.

I would never expect Batman to have a small cellphone in his pocket when he is out and about, but it could be someone he truly cares for, or in need for an emergency call.

The pat of my fingers taps through the small keyboard and clicks onto the number; my hand trails up to my cheek with the phone in between, pressing it against my ear to hear any particular sounds. As I'm waiting for the call to pick up on Alfred's end, I sit down in front of Batman once again but trails my eyes towards the window; the flashing light from a neon reddish color on top of the diner, is shining against my face.