thetruebatheir replied to your post “Stephanie?" Damian called through the house. His body ached from patrol. The night turned out to be the worst idea for a single patrol. Four cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a possibly concussion. Making it close to the stair case, and deciding against it, allowing himself to crumble next to the stairs. "Steph, need your help!”
Looks up toward the woman on the second floor, bruises littering his skin. A few places bleeding along his face. "Pretty sure I'm not going to get back up without your help." he answered her, resting up against the wall.
Her eyes shot wide open as she ran down the stairs. "Oh god, what happened, Damian?" She frowned, now standing in front him and examining him with her eyes only.