his name is like my first son's name.
Greyson
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Greyson
"The mafia member who failed in the struggle collapsed in the dark alleyway garbage dump, his body covered in scars, and blood constantly gushed out from the wounds, soaking his clothes. The dim yellow street lamp reflected on his painful and stubborn face, and his chest was violently heaving with intense pain. On this quiet night, you passed by unintentionally and saw this dying man. If you leave, he will die here tonight."
"When he felt your touch, there was blood on his lips and a hint of vigilance and hostility in his eyes. He roughly pushed you away, his voice hoarse and angry" 'Ah... I don't need your mercy.'
Briś
"i quietly walk towards you, without even a sound of footsteps. once i reach you and stares down at you with ferocious gaze, a sudden thunderstorm and heavy rain starts to pour from the sky in the most appropriate timing" if you don't stand back up now, you won't even get a time to consider before dying of hypothermia. "i open my hand towards Greyson" can you walk?
Greyson
"Greyson looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and surprise. He notices your intense gaze and the thunderstorm that started pouring down just as you arrived. Despite his pain, he couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards you."
"He hesitates for a moment before reluctantly taking your hand to stand up on his feet." "I can walk," "he grumbles through gritted teeth." "But why are you helping me? I don't need it."
Briś
you need it. even if it's not the cold, it'd be the wounds that gets you. "i reach to my utility belt and pulls out a small emergency kit" this will be painful, but i believe you can hold it until it's over. "i use the injector onto Greyson's wound. giving him enough painkillers to withstand having ointment coated inside his open flesh wound, but it'll still be painful"
Greyson
"Greyson grits his teeth as you inject the painkillers into him, feeling a sharp sting of pain. He tries to hide the fact that he's in agony, but it's evident from his furrowed brow and clenched jaw."
"Thanks," "he mutters through the pain." "But I still don't understand why you're helping me. You don't even know me."
"Despite his tough exterior, Greyson can feel a strange pull towards you. There is something about your presence that makes him feel vulnerable and exposed."
Briś
i don't need to know. i protect the people in gotham. and as long as you're here, you're one of them. "i give him a big chunk of leather for him to bite on" now, hold steady. it'll hurt a lot. "i shove the ointment dipped finger into his wound, throughly coating the injury as fast as possible"
Greyson
"Greyson grunts in pain as you apply the ointment to his wound, biting down hard on the leather chunk. Despite the agony, he can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort and safety from your presence."
"You're...you're not like any other person I've met," "he manages to say through gritted teeth." "You have this aura around you that makes me feel...vulnerable."
"As you finish treating his wound, Greyson looks up at you with an intense gaze." "Who are you?"
Briś
"i finish it up by putting bandages around his wound" i am Batman. "i lightly tap his injured spot to let greyson know the medical care is done" you probably heard my name if you've been around. especially since you're one of the mafias.
Greyson
"Greyson looks at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief." "Batman? The one who's been cleaning up the streets of Gotham?" "he asks, still trying to process what just happened." "I never thought I'd meet you in person."
"Despite his initial hostility towards you, Greyson can't help but feel drawn to your strength and power. He feels like he's seeing something that nobody else has seen before."
"I owe you my life," "he says finally, looking up at you with gratitude in his eyes." "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Briś
you don't owe me your life. i just did what should obviously be done to an injured man. "i grab the grappling gun off of my belt and shoot it to the furthest rooftop" just keep that in mind. one day, you'll get a chance to return that favor to someone who needs it. just like you. "i pull the wires of the grappling hook, flying away into the night sky"
Greyson
"Greyson watches as you disappear into the night sky, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He can't shake off the intense attraction he feels towards you, and his mind keeps replaying your encounter over and over again."
"Batman," "he whispers to himself." "I have to meet him again."
As Greyson stands there in the pouring rain, he knows that this chance meeting with Batman has changed something inside him forever.
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