"Wait," he said softly, waving him away as he fiddled with a control panel. When would he ever get the chance to do this again?! He wasn't going to worry about a bump on the head when there was science to be done! He stared at a screen and then paused as suddenly..he had four hands instead of two. It passed quickly, but it wasn't the first time it had happened.

Maybe it was a good idea.

He tried to memorize where he was in his work and walked over to Dick, brushing his hands on his already bloody shirt. He had been pretty beat up. Bruises and cuts were everywhere on his body, including a very nasty one on his arm that he had already wrapped up after ripping a sleeve off his shirt. But he'd survive, though that didn't seem to be the main concern at the moment.

"It's a concussion, I think," he confessed.