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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[She takes a long moment to just listen, then sighs and there's the sound of her rubbing at the bandages, plucking at them impatiently.]

Fine. Bored. Head hurts.

[Her throat is still sore from the smoke and the strangling, voice a little rougher than normal.]

You?

Pretty sore, but I'll be okay. [It could have been a lot worse. He really couldn't articulate how grateful he was that Kon hadn't been at full power, because honestly, the three of them probably would have been dead before Dean and Buffy showed up.]

Do you know how long you'll be in the infirmary?

Good. Was worried.

[She knows just how lucky they are, too. If it hadn't been for the cowl, she'd probably have been dead regardless of Kon's lowered power level. They got lucky, but it was far too close a call.]

Too long.

The doctors know what they're doing. I'll come by and visit in person later. [He's not pushing his luck with what fits Sara's opinion of what constitutes going against medical advice just yet, the Witchblade is scary. :c]

I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier, about, you know. The Batman thing. It's a long story.

Don't. [She says it too fast and realizes after it's out there that it sounded so very rude. After a pause, she tries to figure out the best way to explain.] Can't see, can't... understand. Wait until later?

Did... Is Bruce...

[She can only think of one reason Bruce would no longer be Batman and really, she isn't entirely ready to hear the only real father figure she's ever had is dead.]

[Dick's response is just as quick, because askjfdjglk :c]

No. [Well. Sort of. Kind of. And it hasn't even really happened for him yet so there's that, too.] No, he's fine, like I said, it's a long story. It can wait until you're better.

[There is a very relieved sigh when she hears that.]

Okay. Good.

... Looked good, as Batman. It fit.

[It was strange, yes, but in some weird alternate universe, it makes sense.]

[That... actually gets him looking a little embarrassed (not that you can tell), because between the months of angst and anxiety he had over the whole thing - seriously, Cass, you're lucky you missed out on the angst party that was the Batfamily back before Dick kind of came to terms with this - and the fact that it's Cass saying this, and she's always been the one who's been more gung ho about taking over after Bruce, that's sort of... really, really nice to hear, actually.]

Thanks.

[She can hear it a little, in his voice. And yes, one day she wants to be Batman, or be like him, but Dick was the one who was there to take it up, not her. Not this her, anyway. And she trusts him, always will.]

Welcome. Just... let me still be Batgirl. Me and Steph. Batgirls together. Okay?

[It's a joke, but there is a little worry there. She still doesn't know why she isn't Batgirl in other versions of their lives, but she can't not be Batgirl now.]

Of course. I'd never take that away from you.

[Even though he'd taken Robin away from Tim, and even though he hadn't done it yet and he and Tim had worked things out months and months ago, he still didn't understand the logic behind that particular decision, and couldn't help the stab of guilt that went along with it.]

Okay. Didn't think so.

[Even though she says that, the relief is still clear in her voice. When Bruce had taken the suit away from her, Cass had felt lost. It's not exactly an experience she wants to repeat, especially when she still feels out of place on the barge already.]

Do you... have a Robin?

Here? No. [Back home, yes, sort of, apparently. But that could wait for the by the way, here's what you've got to look forward to in the future conversation.]

I guess Tim's kind of like my Nightwing, sometimes.

[Oh no, now she's imagining Tim in the Nightwing suit. What if he wore the Disco Nightwing suit? What have you started Richard.]

Hmm. Kon could be... your Robin. If you need one. Want one.

[tbf his new suit is pretty Nightwingish. With a cape. And a utility belt.]

I don't know how he'd feel about that.

Mmm. He might want pants.

[Is Cass making fun of your old suit, Dick? It's more likely than you think!]

[Don't hate on the short pants. B(]

I'm pretty sure the pantlessness has been retired.

[If anyone could make them work, it's probably you.]

Probably good. Less cold, at night.

[He will take that as a compliment. B)]

It was freezing, you know how windy it gets on top of those buildings.

[It's Cass thinking about Dick, it's always a compliment.]

Good thing there's capes.

[They were always good for keeping warm.]

121 [spam/voice]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]