[Sorry, Dean, the suit had gone from feeling weirdly comforting to vaguely suffocating a while ago, and Dick really just wanted to get it off. It was better now that the cowl and cape were gone - it felt more like what he was used to wearing - but he'd still been wearing it for almost four days, non stop, and he was ready to change into pajamas or something.
He didn't try to tug his hand away as Dean went to inspect the injury, vaguely noting how at ease he was with the whole situation - and maybe making a note that Dean was a decent person to have around in times like this, since he wasn't immediately hauling him off to the infirmary or calling in McCoy to come in and yell at him for being reckless - and wondering distractedly what he was going to do with the suit now that he had it on board.]
Nothing serious. [And for once, he's not lying. He's sore all over and there are a couple things that probably need stitches, but it's nothing major. He doesn't comment as Dean helps tug the shirt off, any potential awkwardness shoved aside in favor of ignoring his sore ribs and trying to figure out where else he was hurt.] I broke a rib maybe an hour ago in a fall, maybe bruised another one. The suit absorbed most of the shock. [Which still meant he'd hit the side of the building pretty hard, all things considered.] Doesn't feel too bad. Could have been a lot worse.
[There's nasty bruising around his right side from the impact, and there's more bruises and scrapes basically all over his arms, back and chest, some that looked vaguely in the shape of the kevlar plates in the uniform stamped into his skin. The cut on his arm probably needs stitches, and he rotates the limb carefully to get a better look at it.]
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He didn't try to tug his hand away as Dean went to inspect the injury, vaguely noting how at ease he was with the whole situation - and maybe making a note that Dean was a decent person to have around in times like this, since he wasn't immediately hauling him off to the infirmary or calling in McCoy to come in and yell at him for being reckless - and wondering distractedly what he was going to do with the suit now that he had it on board.]
Nothing serious. [And for once, he's not lying. He's sore all over and there are a couple things that probably need stitches, but it's nothing major. He doesn't comment as Dean helps tug the shirt off, any potential awkwardness shoved aside in favor of ignoring his sore ribs and trying to figure out where else he was hurt.] I broke a rib maybe an hour ago in a fall, maybe bruised another one. The suit absorbed most of the shock. [Which still meant he'd hit the side of the building pretty hard, all things considered.] Doesn't feel too bad. Could have been a lot worse.
[There's nasty bruising around his right side from the impact, and there's more bruises and scrapes basically all over his arms, back and chest, some that looked vaguely in the shape of the kevlar plates in the uniform stamped into his skin. The cut on his arm probably needs stitches, and he rotates the limb carefully to get a better look at it.]