One Broken Rule ~::Robin & Amelia::~

[John Blake]

He hadn't seen that question coming, though he had set himself up for it. He didn't know how Bruce would respond, but he wasn't going to lie to him. He nodded slightly, knowing it was true, and had been... He winced a little, he didn't want to close his eyes, but he did as he was instructed. Wincing in pain as his armor shifted, letting a stream of blood escape from the cracks in his armor...

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[brucewayne]

Bruce smiled slightly as he nodded. "She's a lucky woman..." He finished applying the alcohol to the slash and said. "Take off your armor and your shirt and lay down on the couch." He spoke the words as he was lying a drop cloth over the couch.

[John Blake]

He smiled slightly and frowned again as he was instructed to pull off the armor. He sighed and started to strip it off, leaving the middle section for last. When he got to it, he let it fall away. His dark green shirt unerneath. There was a hole in the side, where Amelia's bullet had gone through. He winced in pain as he saw how large the darker circle of blood was...
He peeled his shirt off, wincing the whole time, and sat on the couch. He continued to wince as he slowly uncurled his abs, laying back. He let out a sigh through clenched teeth, looking at Bruce again.

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[brucewayne]

Bruce frowned when he saw how much blood his partner had lost. He cleaned around the wound and explained that he'd have to cut around it to get the bullet out. He took out a needle with numbing medication in it. He knew his partner wasn't going to let him but it was worth a shot. He hated how hard Robin was being on himself.

[John Blake]

He turned his head towards Bruce as he talked. He nodded, and seeing the numbing needle, he shook his head. "Can't you just let me deal with the pain I deserve?" He muttered, basically refusing the needle. He wanted...no...he needed the pain. He let out a hard sigh, it hurting to take or let out more than a small gasp...

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[brucewayne]

Bruce sighed, "Blake, you are a good person...you don't deserve this pain.

[/i][/color]" He had eased up because he knew that Blake loved Amelia...and he had killed because of his love and Bruce knew, he just knew, that he would kill for Hailey too...despite that one rule.[/blockquote][/color]

[John Blake]

He winced again in pain. "No, I need the pain. I deserve it." He groaned. One hand clenched the dropsheet. Amelia's face flittered into his head, but it disorted into her bleeding in his arms. The image made a tear slide from his eye as he tried to push it away, but it wouldn't leave him...

[brucewayne]

Bruce sighed, "Robin...No...I'm not going to do that..." When he saw the tear leak down Robin's face he sighed again, "Are you alright?" He placed a hand on his partner's shoulder.

[John Blake]

He grit his teeth, but his pain was to high to bother to hold in his anger. "That's not my name!" He shouted through clenched teeth. The image of Amelia, dying, lingered in his mind. He bit it back as another tear, but failed as it slid down his face, stinging the raw slice along his face. In reply to Bruce's question, he muttered out one pained word. "Amelia..." the words slipped past his lips, a sheen of sweat on his bare chest at all the pain...but he didn't want to numbing agent. He didn't want to be relieved of his painful burden.

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[brucewayne]

"It's the name you were given," said Bruce and he sighed when he heard the name that slipped painfully through Blake's clenched teeth. He put a hand on Blake's shoulder, squeezing it slightly, "Blake, you don't need to do this," Bruce just wanted his partner to forgive himself.

[John Blake]

He grit his teeth again, his parents had named him, and his parents were dead... He winced at Bruce's hand on his shoulder, but he refused to pull away or cry out. "Yes I do." His teeth were clenched, hard, grinding on each other. He wanted to pain, a reminder, he knew his face would probably scar, and he was partially glad, a reminder every time he saw his reflection.

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[brucewayne]

In the end Bruce let a sigh slid through his lips and he put down the numbing needle. She took out a surgical knife and cut into his partner's side. Blood spilled out staining his fingers. He dabbed it with the cloth and continued to cut into Blake's flesh swearing as it started to bleed more and more. When finally he was able to get the bullet out he hurriedly blotted away the extra blood around the wound and pressed a cloth against it to stop most of the bleeding. When most of it had stopped he grabbed the needle and thread, but he stabbed the numbing needle into his friend's side without warning, Blake wasn't going to be able to stop him from doing that. He threaded the needle and began to sew it back together a skill he'd picked up quickly.

[John Blake]

He winced and groaned, clenching his fists hard, cracking his knuckles and turning them white. It felt like a fire was in his side, and tears rolled from his squeezed shut eyes. He deserved this pain, he deserved a punishment for killing that man....
When Bruce numbed it, he let out a sigh through clenched teeth. He didn't want it, mentally, but physically he did. He muttered out curses as Bruce wiped away the blood an stitched it up. He was supporting himself on his shoulders and his hips, his back not touching the couch at all...

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[brucewayne]

Bruce gently put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Relax," He said firmly yet gently, "Just rest we can go see Amelia when you get up." Bruce watched his friend, he hated seeing him in this pain but he had wanted it...

[John Blake]

He winced as Bruce had touched his feverish skin. He winced as he tried to loosen his back muscles and relax. He grit his teeth, but a small smile lit his eyes at the mention of Amelia. He looked at Bruce. He wanted to see her, to see if she was alright... "C-can w-we g-go n-now?" He asked through clenched teeth.