Shot

“Bang,” he whispered as he squeezed the trigger. The bullet struck Batman in the shoulder, between plates of his suit’s armor. “Less than an inch of uncovered space, and I hit the target. I’m as good with a gun as I am with my fists.”

Fire shot through Batman’s shoulder and he grabbed it. Even through his glove he could feel blood pouring from the wound. The pain was sharp and growing, but he couldn’t give in to it.

“Why are you doing this?” he gasped as he staggered to his feet.

“We’ll get into the whys and wherefores another time,” the Knight replied, putting the gun back in his belt pouch. “Yes, there will be another time. Killing you so soon wouldn’t be at all satisfying. Scarecrow and I want you to know we’re better than you. That you can’t possibly survive against us.” Without warning, the Knight waded in again, pummeling Batman’s shoulder, keeping his wound open. Batman felt the arm go limp. He needed a few minutes to regain his strength, so he backed away.

Batman: Arkham Knight, Chapter 23