After she'd gone for the head, he wasn't sure how long he was out, bleeding on the ground like that. Maybe two hours. Maybe ten seconds. When he peeled one bloodshot eye open, his head was pounding, and he was freezing cold. Probably lost too much blood.

Logan's bitch wasn't in his line of sight, but when he scented the air he knew she was still somewhere in that warehouse. So he'd have to be quiet if he was getting out of there with his one remaining hand.

He hissed, sucking in air against the pain as he heaved himself up on his feet. Fucking Selina. Slowly, and as stealthily as he could, he hobbled toward the same opening he'd entered from. Fucking Logan.

Outside, sunlight burned his eyes and made his head ache all over again, but at least he was away. Had to keep moving... it wouldn't be long 'til the other heroes came too.

Fucking City.