Gotham's streets were dark.

Knight had lost time again. Tapping on his visor verified it, he'd only remembered heading out for a morning patrol and decidedly taking it easy, cane at the ready.

Now it was evening, and he was stumbling through the street even with his cane. Walking the streets with a long, jagged gash in his leg.

It wasn't an issue. Worsened with stress, but.. nothing. It was better than an episode, at least.

At this pace, getting back to the militia is gruelling. He stops in the street, heaving, pressing a hand to the bloody gash. He's not stable enough to do anything about it; the best he has managed to do is the click of the medical staples he carries on him. In no way administered as proper as they should be, but..

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