"... Who did you upset this time? " Maybe she had become used to the damage upon the other, but that didn't mean she wasn't prepared with the first aid kit in hand. "Sit if you c-can, I'll... I'll see what I can do. "
via - My muse is clutching a severely bleeding bullet wound.[ … ] I ACCEPTING
Unfortunately, Mysterion was pretty used to getting shot on a near daily basis. That didn’t make it any less painful, sure, but it did make any amount of panic the average person’d have about bleeding out all the less present. If anything, it was only irritating on the basis that he’d have to have the uniform patched up again; the whole thing was starting to get scraggly, so much so that Tupperware had commented during their last meeting that he ought to just let him or Kite upgrade the thing to be more durable. He’d declined the offer.
[⸮] “ R-robbery on Main… they had a hostage. “ He mumbled, hissing as he removed his hand from the wound across his shoulder and sat himself down in one of the empty chairs in the room. He’d had it set aside for her, and the abandoned Gym they were based in allowed for her to furnish it at least somewhat decently. Stacked yoga mats weren’t the BEST of beds, though he’d never heard her complain. “ Though it was better to risk getting shot - agh, shit. “
Even if no one seemed to recall that he could die, the police certainly seemed to recall how often Mysterion simply “bounced back” from most bullets, regardless of where they hit. It was likely the reason he was the most called on by law enforcement out of the League, when it came to the more sensitive situations; he easily dived headfirst without hesitation, as soon as openings presented themselves.
