(For whichever muse you'd like.)
It wasn't often one could say they had Red Hood helpless under them. No bomb to blow up, no gun to shoot, no knives to throw — just a man in a mask, bleeding on the ground and tied up in wire enforced rope.
He looks pale, tired as he lays on the floor, trying to focus on his breathing and how it sounded a little too wet...
Fuck. This definitely isn't how he imagined his night turning out.
He could hear people screaming everywhere, and the sound of gunfire from all different corners of the bar. It was complete chaos that had happened in an instant, and the havoc that took place was beyond the scale of what he would imagine a typical night would go in Gotham City. Guess it's what one should be expecting when living in one of the most dangerous places around, right?
He couldn't find his date anywhere, assuming she ran off the moment this whole thing went off. One moment they were just having a pleasant small talk over some decent drinks, the next thing he knew a couple of men with automatic firearms started spraying the place and destroying the property.
It was as if instinct took over. Callahan, unfortunately, had similar experiences before; he'd been the one holding the gun on people more than a handful of times and, if a gun wasn't available, another weapon provided or capable enough fists that did the work just fine. He managed to slip into the kitchen in the back and frantically searched for the phone in his pocket as he hid behind a counter, hoping it didn't drop from there when he made his way over, but his eyes soon caught something suspicious from right around the corner.
Approaching the tied up figure behind the shelves, his eyes widened a bit as he recognized him. He saw this guy on the news a few times, a vigilante dealing with bad guys in a way he somewhat respected, too. Red Hood, right? Something like that. If a mask was around here, things could be a lot more worse than Callahan imagined, and by the looks of it... It already was.
"Shit." he muttered, noticing just how much blood pooled around the pale looking vigilante. He had to get him out of here, somehow, but it would be much easier if he could untie those ropes first. By the feel of it, it was a reinforced rope, a serrated knife should do the trick. Noticing the man carried something similar under the ropes, he pushed a gap large enough to grab onto it and unsheathed it, cutting through the material like butter - just went to show how deadly sharp the knife he carried was.
Once untied, Callahan looked Red Hood over. It would be for the best to take that mask off, but he knew how it worked with these guys - secret identities and all that. That, and there was a likely chance that something was going to shock him if he tried taking it off himself. Tearing one of his sleeves off his own shirt using the vigilante's knife, he made a makeshift wrapping around the biggest wounds he could spot bleeding out. It wasn't going to hold for long, but it was better than leaving it like this unattended.
"Hey, Hood guy. Can you hear me? Hey!" Callahan tilted the man's face his way, trying to pick him off the floor a little with the other arm. "Come on, man. We got to get you put of here."
