"Really? Because I was going to stop... breathing... " His voice trailed off, for a moment, before he picked up the conversation again. "...unless you reminded me not to."

He coughed, but didn't pull away from her. More than he wanted to admit, he was glad he wasn't having to stop the bleeding himself, stitch himself up. He'd been doing that all too often, lately.

"Security Guard. Routine raid." He paused, replaying the scene in his mind. There'd been three of them. He was on his way out, had taken out one with a bunch and the other with a Batarang. Then, before he knew it, there was a third at his side, holding a blade red with blood--his blood. "Too fast. Couldn't have been regular detail."