Sure, I'll just leave an' let you die instead. No biggie.

( he can't tell how bad it is from here; it's dark, bruce's armored up, and the thermal scanners in his mask aren't meant to detect blood loss like this. he'll ask for an upgrade, later, maybe. usually he's the idiot he's running around with in the dark, and jason doesn't need to look himself over--and if anyone else is stupid enough to get themselves shot or worse, jason already knows how to get their shit off.

the first aid shit gets shoved back into his jacket, and jason leans forward to wrap an arm under bruce's own. yanks bruce up to his feet while he pulls himself up, so jason can pull bruce over up and over his shoulders. because a fireman carry is clearly way less embarrassing than being princess carried, and if bruce is down on the floor get up and walk is probably a shit idea.

excelsior isn't even close to his home base, but that doesn't mean jason doesn't have safehouses scattered around. but none of them are particularly close-- )

You gonna bleed out on my jacket if I have to take fifteen to get us to a safehouse? I can find somewhere else.