It really was a dog eat dog world in the world thieves existed in. It was everybody for themselves. It was not uncommon for two of them to get caught in a skirmish. X had saw the whole thing from the roof tops. Initially he thought nothing of it, thinking Jinx was capable of taking care of herself. At least in this instance, boy was he wrong. Beneath the mask his eyes widened at the sight of the knife penetrating into her, a knot forming in his stomach at the sight of the blood that followed shortly after. He bit his lip, on the fence on whether he should help or not. On one hand, him helping people willingly was just not something he normally did. But on the other hand, that wound looked deep. She looked like she couldn’t even stand. She might even die if he left her. Thief or not, he knew if the other died and he could have done something to stop it, it would haunt him for a long time. He didn’t need that weighing down on his conscience.
When the other thug had disappeared he jump down from the building and approached her, his nose wrinkled at the sight of her, pale and wounded on the ground. “By the looks of it, you’re not in any position to be giving orders,” He responded dryly before stooping down to her level. “Don’t take the pressure off. And don’t make me regret this either,” he warned before putting an arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, picking her up princess style before warping the two of them to what appeared to be a studio apartment. It was very empty, save for a bed, one folding table and folding chair, and a small kitchen area. The plain beige curtains were shut, obstructing the view out the window. There were three doors, a closet, a restroom, and one that was kept locked.
X set Jinx on the bed gently, taking note that the sheets would have to be changed once this was all over. He then made his way over to the kitchen area, removing his gloves and washing his hands, then filling a bowl with warm water. He then rummaged through a cabinet before coming back to the bedside, dragging over the table with his foot and setting his supplies down on it.
He then went back to the kitchen area and reached into a different cabinet, pulling out a black domino mask. The idea of helping her with the mask on felt weird to him. But at the same time, his identity was very important to him and he couldn’t risk her figuring out who he was. With his back still turned to her, he pulled the skull mask he always wore off, his black messy hair gently falling from the part that was covering his head. He then reached to the domino mask and secured it over his eyes, before running over to the window, opening the curtains, and shutting the light. The light of the moon and city would have to be enough. He needed the chances of her figuring out who he was to be as low as possible.
He then moved to pull the chair up and sat down, then moving to soak a clean wash cloth he had in the warm water. “Hold still. I’ll try to make it as painless as I can,” he spoke all sarcasm and cynicism having left his voice. After wringing out the cloth, he reached out to gently try cleaning the blood around and on the wound. Once the blood was cleared, he reached for another clean wash cloth, this time using rubbing alcohol to make extra sure the wound was clean before reaching for cotton and medical tape. He lined the cotton along the wound before using the tape to try and close the wound. “How’s that?”
