The League of Shadows. Could this city get any more dramatic?

Tillman looked at the hand on his shoulder, at Crane's dulling eyes and pale lips, and fixed the doctor with a frown that dared him to protest. "You can tell them after this is dealt with."

Not five minutes later, Tillman and Crane were fitted with a first aid kit in a room that offered enough privacy to conceal any screaming.

"Move your hand. Let me see it," Tillman growled as he ran a lighter under a pair of tweezers.