Dick Grayson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-05-31 10:52 pm
batmanschmatman) wrote2012-05-31 10:52 pm
105 [voice/spam]
[Filtered to Anyone Who was Involved in Helping the City]
[Dick sounds totally exhausted and a little hollow, but he can't not say something after everything people did, so for now, he's keeping it simple.]
Thank you.
[Spam for Dean]
[He'd dragged himself away from the other people who'd been brought back, hiding on the other side of the deck to make the message because he was still in costume, and he really didn't love that suddenly everyone knew the secret. But once he'd sent it out, he suddenly didn't know what to do next. He hadn't slept in four days. Everything ached, and he honestly wasn't all that sure if he could stand up again if he wanted to, and it wasn't just because he was exhausted. He hadn't wanted to come back. Yes, Gotham was in relatively safer hands than it had been now that Bruce was conclusively back and there was a cure for Titan, but. It was still in trouble. His job was still supposed to be protecting the city. And it had been so long since he'd been home, and seeing it like that had been hard. Being pulled back to the Barge had been like getting the wind knocked out of him, and he didn't know where he was supposed to go from here.
But he couldn't just sit here forever. He needed to get off the deck and out of the suit, and probably get some sleep. Medical attention could wait, and he just really couldn't deal with other people right now anyway. He could think over what needed to happen next after he'd slept.
He peeled off the cowl, took a slow breath and carefully pushed himself to his feet. His vision grayed out for a few seconds and he blinked heavily, putting a hand against the wall to steady himself, wrapping his other arm around his torso. He'd broken a rib at some point before they got pulled back, and it took a minute for his vision to clear.]
[ooc: If anyone wants to drop in and check on him later, feel free to tag in with spam or poke him via the network. He probably didn't bother with the infirmary and will be spending the next couple days on and off napping.]
[Dick sounds totally exhausted and a little hollow, but he can't not say something after everything people did, so for now, he's keeping it simple.]
Thank you.
[Spam for Dean]
[He'd dragged himself away from the other people who'd been brought back, hiding on the other side of the deck to make the message because he was still in costume, and he really didn't love that suddenly everyone knew the secret. But once he'd sent it out, he suddenly didn't know what to do next. He hadn't slept in four days. Everything ached, and he honestly wasn't all that sure if he could stand up again if he wanted to, and it wasn't just because he was exhausted. He hadn't wanted to come back. Yes, Gotham was in relatively safer hands than it had been now that Bruce was conclusively back and there was a cure for Titan, but. It was still in trouble. His job was still supposed to be protecting the city. And it had been so long since he'd been home, and seeing it like that had been hard. Being pulled back to the Barge had been like getting the wind knocked out of him, and he didn't know where he was supposed to go from here.
But he couldn't just sit here forever. He needed to get off the deck and out of the suit, and probably get some sleep. Medical attention could wait, and he just really couldn't deal with other people right now anyway. He could think over what needed to happen next after he'd slept.
He peeled off the cowl, took a slow breath and carefully pushed himself to his feet. His vision grayed out for a few seconds and he blinked heavily, putting a hand against the wall to steady himself, wrapping his other arm around his torso. He'd broken a rib at some point before they got pulled back, and it took a minute for his vision to clear.]
[ooc: If anyone wants to drop in and check on him later, feel free to tag in with spam or poke him via the network. He probably didn't bother with the infirmary and will be spending the next couple days on and off napping.]
[ Spam ] lawl HE WOULD HAVE WRAPPED DICK'S RIBS TOO OKAY
He doesn't, quite, frown at Dick's insistence, but he doesn't approve, either. It's a fine line, one he's had a lifetime to practice, dealing with much more prickly and much less cooperative... patients.]
Yeah, well, doesn't matter how far it is if you fall on your face and actually break a rib this time, or rip out those stitches first thing. Just take a knee where you are, man, I won't tell anyone.
[Dean doesn't really move away from where he's stationed himself, waiting to see if Dick will go along with it or require a human crutch for the couple yards to his bedroom if he's going to be stubborn.]