Katara might be able to notice it, but Sofia definitely would, when he finally looked at her. Eyes that were once full of a brash confidence (and more often than not, arrogance) were now just cold, dead, and hollow. he didn't even have the energy to glare at Sofia. The wounds to his body didn't really bother him, he was too numb to feel them. Besides, that wasn't where the real damage was. How does one heal a broken soul?

But knowing himself, he probably would still jump back into action. But at this point, what he was still fighting for, other than the right to take one more breath, was lost on him.

"I'm fine," he protested, or tried to, but even that attempt at being defiant liked the pride and passion he was known for.

It was his back that was the most damaged. Batman had pulled pieces of shrapnel out of it, but the wounds left behind were still bleeding. There simply hadn't been much to patch him up with at the time.