batmanschmatman | 121 [spam/voice]

[Spam for Sara, backdated to after this log.]

[After dragging himself to the infirmary and getting patched up, Dick had been pretty insistent that he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep it off there rather than being held hostage in the infirmary. So, with doctor's approval, he limped down the hall and, instead of taking the stairs up to the first floor, went right to Sara's room and knocked on the door, too tired to care if anyone else was walking through the hall and wondering why the hell he was wearing blue hospital scrubs with a Batman uniform mostly tucked under one arm, the cape trailing on the floor, and looking like he'd had the crap beaten out of him.

He was holding the boots and cowl in his good hand - the other was in a cast that hopefully wouldn't have to be on too long between magic and the tech they had on board - and after he'd knocked, he carefully moved to prop himself up against the wall to hopefully prevent falling on his ass. Getting up again from that really just sounded awful.]

[Private to Tim]

I just got my ass handed to me by Superboy, so I'm going to be passed out at Sara's for a while. But if you need me for anything, give me a ring.

[Private to Rorschach]

I'm going to be sleeping off a broken wrist and some busted ribs for the next ten or so hours, so feel free to ask Tim if you need anything in the mean time.

[Private to Cass]

[After they've both had some time to recuperate, Dick is realizing they probably need to have a discussion about the whole "Why I was wearing Dad's pajamas" thing.]

We should talk.

[Private to Babs]

I'm guessing you got an update on what happened.

[Spam for Erik]

[Most people would probably think he was a complete idiot for not kicking back and taking it easy after almost getting killed by an out of control alien, but Dick didn't really do downtime and usually started getting a little stir crazy after he'd gotten over the initial period of I just want to sleep for a week and pretend I never have to get out of bed again.

Which was why the day after it had happened, he was up and about as usual, and currently mentally swearing a little over having to balance his lunch tray with one hand. The other was in a cast in a sling to help keep it out of the way, and his ribs still hurt like hell, but it could have gone a lot worse, really, so he pushed aside the discomfort and looked around for somewhere to sit.

He spotted Erik by himself, and - potentially against his better judgment, because it wasn't like you could really just walk up to someone and ask how they were doing because their breach counterpart had really reminded you of your old inmate - he headed over to him and gestured at the seat across from him. Or, you know, as best he could while holding a lunch tray in one arm with his other in a sling.]

Do you mind if I sit here?

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[Sara smirks over her shoulder at him.]

I'm sure you would've gotten an audience for it, though.

[She sets down the cowl and slides up the length of the bed, toeing off her shoes in the process so she can lie down next to him. 'I assumed my adoptive father/mentor's superhero identity' seems like it's a story but he sounds exhausted and she doesn't want to push him right now.]

How long do you need to take it easy?

[Dick snorts.] Yeah, of Dean. And I was bleeding, sweaty and hadn't showered for four days, I'm sure I would've looked really hot. That's like, the ultimate realizing you forgot to get dressed in the morning nightmare right there.

[It is a story, and he's okay with telling it, really - he knows he needs to tell Cass about it, and he should have figured out a way to break it to her earlier - but it's not really on his mind right now. It honestly felt almost normal to be wearing the suit and having people assume he was Batman, instead of needing to explain to them no I'm not Robin but technically I'm Nightwing but I was wearing the Batsuit in port because the city needed Batman more than it needed Nightwing and... yeah it was just too much hassle, really. Easier for people to just assume he was Batman.

He considered the question for a moment and looked up at her with what was hopefully an innocent expression.]

Do you want the doctor's opinion or the "I've been hurt way worse than this, don't worry about it" one?

[She lifts an eyebrow.]

Since you're offering I'd be interested in hearing both.

Well, I'm going to have the cast for a while, but there's no permanent damage and our doctors here are pretty great, so I should be back to normal in a couple weeks. [Which was better than it could have been. A permanently damaged wrist was a career ender, as far as he was concerned, and he'd honestly consider trying to reset with a death toll if that was something he was looking forward to. The Barge wasn't taking that away from him.]

I'm fine, though.

[Well, she has to hand it to the Infirmary, two weeks on an assortment of breaks and fractures is pretty quick work. ~~It may also be the case that Merlin added a couple days to his estimate because he knows people are idiots.~~]

You'd better be. At least try to lay off the handstands, alright?

[Fuck you, Merlin, Dick is very responsible. >>]

I'll do my best. [He grins a little, glancing over at her.] Thanks for letting me crash here.

Don't worry about it. You can settle the bill in the morning. Mind if I join you?

[She's already getting up to find her nightdress. It's not an hour she'd normally sleep, but she's still feeling like she's a bit behind on her rest since working on Charles, and that's as good an excuse as any to turn in early.]

[Dick just chuckles, because really, that's the silliest question he's been asked in a while, even if it's rhetorical.] Why would I ever mind? Also, you know, it's your bed, I don't think I'd have a lot of room to argue if I said no.

Just as well. I'd hate to make an injured man sleep on the floor.

[Apparently the best she's finding tonight is an oversized T-shirt. Good enough. She gets changed efficiently and slips under the sheets.]

If I wake up tomorrow and catch you doing anything against medical advice I'm cuffing you to the bed. Fair?

[While she gets changed, Dick carefully maneuvers himself under the sheets, which he's really only managing because guess who's had a lot of experience doing things while injured?]

Fair. Promise I won't. [And he is sliding a little closer because clearly the best way to end a day where you almost got killed by an alternate universe version of your brother's best friend is snuggling.] Not the first time I've heard that threat, either.

[She closes the distance and slides her hand into his, wary of putting an arm around him in case she jostles something.]

You're filling me with confidence here, you know that?

[He squeezes her hand briefly, smiling sleepily, his eyes already closed.]

It's part of my charm.

[She scoffs lightly.]

Sure. You're lucky you're cute.

[She reaches out to throw the light switch next to the bed and settles into the darkness, her eyes falling shut.]

Sleep well.

[Dick was already unconscious, and would probably stay that way for a while. And, since you're being backed up by a kind of scary sentient superweapon, he probably won't be pushing the limit of what I'm allowed to do while seriously injured. At least for twenty four hours. >>]