Slung over his shoulder, Jayce was none the happier having to get this lady back to health as he got back home. But as a Hero what choice did he have? No righteous hero would leave a girl dying off in some sewer no matter how much trouble they’ve done.
Always had to be some kind of drawback.
Unclasping her tattered and slashed attire his face furrowed with concern. The dirty rag that was made on the fly to stop the bleeding on her left side was soaked and stained. Injecting her with a pain killing serum he started to clean the wound and burn it together with a small laser. The pain could’ve woken her up and he rather not have her squirming while he does such delicate procedure.
" You know you’re quite the looker when you’re not glaring all the time or breaking my wrists. " He comments to her unconscious body. With the major wound taken care of. He rummages his drawers for a shirt and some boxers to put onto her before lying her down on the couch and put a blanket over so she could rest and recover.
Sitting down in the kitchen. He looks at the clock and sights.
" Huh, who knew, the rug do match the drapes. "