Crane wasn't expecting it--the surprised, pained yell as his back arched, eyes closed shut. It tapered off into a whimper and then a low growl, body trying to jerk up despite the pain. Crane had never really been physically wounded like this. Beaten up, broken arms, and a rather harrowing experience with nearly drowning by a creek thanks to his great-grandmother, yes. But never a bullet wound.
After all, the Batman didn't use bullets.
He did, however, snap out of his rather odd state, pain blinding him more than anything. His bloodied hand grabbed on to Tillman's shoulder, grunting and expelling a snake-like hiss as he tried to push the other away.
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Date: 2012-02-02 08:47 pm (UTC)After all, the Batman didn't use bullets.
He did, however, snap out of his rather odd state, pain blinding him more than anything. His bloodied hand grabbed on to Tillman's shoulder, grunting and expelling a snake-like hiss as he tried to push the other away.