“Woah there,” called a paramedic that was leaning against the mouth of an alleyway. The figure who was sneaking around the corner. The figure stopped and bowed his head. His arm was wrapped around their side. 

Slowly moving to straighten their back and turned toward the way he went. “What are you doing here? I heard the ambulance go,” he asked the figure, his eyes shining in the darkness. 

“I’m the paramedic that’s always cleanin’ up after ya, ‘nd hun some of that is definitely your blood,” he said calmly as he uncrossed his arms and walked deeper into the alley. “I jus’ wanna help you. The name’s McCree, Jesse McCree.” 

“I appreciate your concern McCree, but it is placed on the wrong individual.” He made no move to move away from him. His bow was in his right hand, his left putting pressure on his side. He took a step back and winced. 

“You look like you could use some darlin’. What should I call ya?” 

The figure looked at the ground and then back at him. “Cyberninja.” McCree shrugged and took another toward the vigalante. 

“Alright no names. I got you ain’t a problem. Look, how ‘bout we go to my place, I patch ya up and you can leave when I am done.” The strong man paused and looked at the ground in throught. He grunted in pain. 

“Fine.” 

The paramedic moved to help support him as he went to a nearby building and opened the door. 

“You’re gonna have to take off your armor an’ stuff.” He moved to get his supplies. “Just take a load off on the table once I get a towel on it.” He moved and put a towel on it, patting it down, to invite Cyberninja to lay down. 

Jesse paused and blinked seeing the ripped muscle in his back and scanned over his intricate tattoo. 

Oh no he’s hot. 

Jesse shook his head and took a deep breath as he continued getting supplies. Once he say the masked man lay down McCree moved to put gause on his side. “Hold this. I’m almost ready.” 

“Thank you for this,” he said quietly. 

“We’ve inadvertently been workin’ together for so it’s the least I could do.” He moved to the table and gestured for the Cyberninja to move his hands. Jesse assessed the wound before he started disinfecting and dressing the wound. 

The entire time he was working he felt the vigilante's eyes on him the entire time. He tried not to react too much, but Jesse was low-key too gay to be under the gaze of someone as beautiful as him. 

“Alright, that’ll do ya,” Jesse said patting his leg. The ninja sat up as Jesse wrote something on a notepad, and ripped it off. “In case you ever need to be patched up again. No charge.” 

“There is one way I’d like to pay you back...for now.” Jesse raised his eyebrows as he washed his hands.

“An’ what’s that darlin?” 

“Turn around, and close your eyes.”

Jesse did just that as he dried his hands. 

Cyberninja was silent as he crossed the room and gave a light lingering kiss on the paramedic’s lips, his fingers tangling into the ends of his hair. 

“Wow,” Jesse breathed for a second, his eyes still closed. 

“Thank-you.” 

When Jesse opened his eyes, the window was open, and the Ninja was no where to be seen. He sighed and moved to continue cleaning up when he saw his phone lighting up with a notification. 

Friday night, Shimada Diner. 7pm CN.