Camilla and Chris took the destruction into view and frowned as I walked towards them. "You're hurt." Cam said when she saw me holding my bleeding arm. "We've got to have to patch you up."

"I know." I replied, sweeping the scene. "The FBI would be alerted." 

"Good point." Chris said. The three of us joined the trio of heroes who encountered Crossbones and I seemingly saw a sense of worry crossing against Batman's expression when he saw my arm. 

"We'll go into the hall." he said. The archer kept his bow behind his back and started walking towards the Hall of Justice's direction. Upon entering we headed straight to the medical bay to treat the wounded. Without a word Camilla and I reached for the medical kits, signalling them that we'll handle the wounded. The medical bay has smaller rooms to treat each individuals in private, a fortunate choice. But before I can decide who to treat Batman has already make a gesture to require for my assistance. I quietly followed him into one of the rooms and locked the door. 

"You need to get rid of that armor." I said, setting the kit down on the table. He nodded and started removing the upper part of his body armor, growling halfway due to the pain. When I have done laid out the medical supplies I need I turned and faces my husband's gaze as his eyes showed worry when he saw my bleeding arm. I sighed when I saw the bruises and looked around to find ice packs. 

"Ice pack's in the refrigerated box there." he said, pointing at the blue box beside the supply of bandages on the same table. Taking three I held them against his bruises with the help of surgical tapes and proceeded to put back the unnecessary equipment. 

"You're lucky that the cowl protected you Bruce." I said softly. "Or else dad would know what happened."

"Let me help you with that." he said. 

"It's fine." I said. "You're bruised. It's not good for recovery if you move." Taking out the stitching equipment I threaded the needle and peeled off my jacket, revealing the full wound. 

"Even though I'm bruised during the battle I can still help you." he insisted. I still have my back turned against him. "I can see that you're wary about it." I sighed in reply.

"Fine." I said, handing him the stitching needle. I leaned against the examination table for the stitching. 

"Who was him?" he asked. "He said that 'The agent I thought to be dead finally showed up'."

"Crossbones and I have a fair share of bad blood, considering that he was a colleague turned traitor."

"Why the word 'dead'?" he asked.

"After what happened, I went into hiding. Nobody knows that Isabella Stark was an agent of SHIELD."

"That gives you a perfect cover to lay low." he concluded. 

"I played dead when he was released from the hospital after his miraculous survive. I joined the South Korean military and they sent me to Afghanistan for a joint mission with American soldiers."

"That's the reason he thought that you're dead?" he guessed.

"He is unaware about my South Korean heritage. My mother wasn't really a full time agent for the agency. She left the agency and joined NIS after I turned eight."

"NIS?"

"The prime intelligence agency in South Korea. Brian's one of their agents now."

"Never met him." he said. "Who is he?"

"My mistake then. Brian is Chan's older brother, making him my older cousin."

"I think I know who, is it the man standing next to the South Korean president last year?"

"Yes."

"No wonder you two looked nearly identical."

"Okay I admit that. We all have Greek blood in our veins."

"I'm not jealous, in case you're thinking that way."

"I should be the one telling you that." I said. 

"I'm not quite that easy, to be honest." he said. "I love you and I trust you Isa."

"Me too." I said. He finished up the stitches and peeled off a grey shirt tucked beneath his body armor. 

"Someone's been listening outside." he said. Suspicious of his claims I unlocked and opened the door, only to see Kate and Camilla falling into the room. 

"I told you to not listen by the bog-standard way!" Christian shouted. "Well chuffed now?"

"You two are buggered now." I said. "What on earth were you two thinking?" when I looked at Bruce his smile has already transformed into a scowl and is now staring at them. "Never mind, out!" I shouted. The stitches are starting to hurt when I slammed the door shut. 

"You speak some British terms." Bruce pointed out. 

"It's hardly a secret Bruce." I said, picking up the stitching kit and putting them back in the medical bag. "You heard Chris saying some."

"I know that because you said that he is your British cousin."

"Four years in Britain can surely change your life, language lessons included."

"How did I forget that?" he asked. I smiled but didn't say a word.