I can't help falling in Love with you

Shit!

Jason's pov:
My night was not working out as I hoped it would. Seeing as I was running across the rooftops of Gotham with blood leaking out of my side.

One hour earlier :
I got ready to go on my personal mission. An easy job ,just go and arrest some thoug for selling drugs to kids. No one in the family knew about this mission but who cares they don't need to know everything. I only got involved cause I'm from that area. So after shadowing that bastad for quite some time I tried to confront him. He ran away and I followed. After he reached a dead end in an alleyway I told him, " Look man you're gonna have to stop selling those drugs to these innocent kids. If you come quietly and surrender we won't have a problem." The guy smiled at me with his crooked teeth than began laughing. Before I could ask I caught the reflection of myself in a broken mirror that was leaning against a dumpster. I saw a man behind me pointing a ..... BANG! I didn't jump fast enough.
The bullit lodge its self into my side. I fell to the ground before I could get up again the guy I chased into the alley came at me with a baseball bat.
I sweeped his legs out from under him and tryed to fight them off as best as I could. In the condition I was I could only do so much. In the end one of them managed to hit me over the head with the bat.
I don't even know how I got up and ran away.

My head was buzzing. Pretty sure that I head a concussion my vision was foggy as I kept running towards the direction of my apartment. When I landed on my firer escape I tried to open the window but it wouldn't budge.
"I'm pretty sure I left that open." I Shrugged it off .
I rammed my full body weight against it after a few tries I finally snapp the hinges off. I tumbled into the living room area where I was pretty sure that my sofa was going to catch me instead I landed on the hard floor.
"Agggh. What the actual ...." I groaned.
I could barely Focus. The world around me moved . When I got up I heard something falling to the ground. I looked down and realized that the fall must have dislodged the bullet that was now laying on the floor.
So now I would bleed out faster. Great! I tried to navigate my way through my apartment leaving a trail of blood behind me.
Coming through my bedroom door I walked straight towards where my bathroom was supposed to be.
Then I bumped into a dresser . "Since when is a dresser here?" I asked myself, "That shit has gotta go." I grumbled as I made my way past the dresser and to my bathroom door.
Before I opened a door I pulled my helmet off.
My head was pounding and the buzzing got louder and louder. I opened the door and ran straight to the toilet where I threw up. I heard a faint scream behind me.
When I turned I saw Marinette with the towel wrapped around herself and the shocked expression.
SHIT!!

Marinette's pov:

I was so tired when I came home I just wanted to quit everything and go to bed. After hours of searching we still didn't  finde the file. I felt like throwing up because I barely had the time to eat anything today.
So I fixed myself some hot pockets and wrote down Tim's next appointments for the coming week that took me till 10:00 p.m.
Once I was finally finished I strip down and went for a long hot shower.
While I was washing out the shampoo I heard weird noise coming from my living room so I stop the water.
Trying to be quiet I listened more. There was some fumbling.
I pulled back to curtain and went for my towel. Whoever it was was now in my bedroom.
I barely managed to wrapped the towel around myself before that person tumbled in and went straight for my toilet. The only thing I could do in that moment was scream. I felt like a deer caught in headlights the man turned around and looked at me. "Shit." he mumbled before he passed out.
" Jason!?" I screamed and ran to him. He looked horrible. Blood running down his nose and the side of his head. I kneeled down next to him ."What in the world did you..."I didn't finish the sentence because I realized what he was wearing.
My hand quickly brushed over the red bat symbol on his chest. I looked towards my door where I saw a familiar helmet.
"I've had it up till here with you bat people!" I screamed.
I looked at him again I realized that there was blood running down the right side of his body. A bullet wound!
"No no no you idiot!" I screamed.
I ran into my room and grabbed my bathrobe. I stepped into something wet. I switched on the lights and realised that there was a trail of blood on my floor "I just mobbed the floor and took a shower! " I nagged. I put on my robe and ran into the art room.
"Ew ew ew." hearing the wet noise under my feet made me want to throw up. On my way there I saw the state of my window.
That little ugh. When I arrived I grabbed some nylon string ,a needle and scissor before running back to the bathroom almost slipping on the blood on the way. He mumbled something.
"You better not die on me you damn bastad." I went to my medical cabinet and took out rubbing alcohol.
Than plopped back down next to him. His eyes were dazed.
I barely understood anything except ".....I'm Red Hood.....", " I don't care who you are you're gonna pay for my window!" I pulled his shirt up so I could have better access to the wound. I gagged.
There is no lucky charm that's gonna fix Jason if I don't hurry .
I took a deep breath. " What the heck am I doing?" I started cleaning the wound before I began to stitch he fainted again.
While closing him up I started to connect the dots.
If Jason has three brothers and he is red Hood it wasn't far fetched that they where the other three vigilantes.
Dick is Nightwing, Damian is Robin whitch makes Tim...
Starting to get angry I tried to concentrate on Jason again.
I closed his wound and was pretty happy with my work. After that I cleaned his face and put a band-aid on his forehead.
I went and grabbed my phone. I called Tim.
>Bean? What's up? How come you're calling this late?.....W-what's wrong? "< he asked hearing me taking shaky breaths.
>" I-I need you to pick up your brother.<
>Why what did he do? Are you guys alright?"< >" No...no not really...C-can you just come get him.I think it would be better if he stays at the manor tonight."<
My voice broke.
>I'm on my way. Just..< I hung up. Sliding down against the wall I sank to the floor. Weight down by the realisation of what just happened. I finally broke down.