batmanschmatman | 025 [audio]

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025 [audio]

Well, that was fun. You know, it's the little things like normal clothes and non-irradiated living conditions that you really miss when you get dumped into wastelands.

If anyone needs me, I'm going to be drinking water and then catching up on some sleep.

[Private to Costigan]

How're things?

[Private to Wally]

How was life on the good ship Barge?

[Private to Donny]

Better or worse then zombie port?

[Private to Hayley]

Hey.

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[And here's Dick with a first aid kit knocking on your door.]

[ And here's Steph with a long sleeve shirt so you can't see the hideous bruises. xP

...Oh wait, bad planning. ]

I should probably change into a tank top, huh.

Probably, yeah.

Gimme a second.

[ She shuts the door behind him and goes to her dresser, changing into a tank top in record time and displaying some pretty epic bruises in the process. Her left arm is rather tidily bandaged. ]

I should really invest in a light hoodie.

[That gets a concerned eyebrow raise, because Dick is a dork and worries about this sort of thing. :c] Jeez, Steph.

Murderous behemoth, Dick. [ Luckily the tank covers most of the bruises and she flops down on her bed and waves a tube of antiseptic at him. ]

C'mon, make yourself useful.

[Dick comes over and sits down next to her on the bed, taking the tube of antiseptic and carefully removing the bandages from the injury. He inspects the injury, and once again, very concerned eyebrow raise.] Steph, you need stitches. Were you seriously just going to run around with a hole in your arm?

[ She turns the biggest puppy dog eyes on him. ]

I hate needles.

Does anyone actually like needles?

[He opens up the first aid kit, pulls out some disinfectant and pauses to explain to her what his plan is before starting to clean the injury.] Come on, I won't make you go to the infirmary, but I'm giving you stitches.

Fine. But I reserve the right to hate you for the next five minutes.

[ There's also no way in hell she's watching him do this. And there may be some girly squeaking. ]

I can live with that.

[And disinfecting. And talking to keep you distracted.] So, what happened to Blonsky after his meltdown?

[ Also hissing. ]

I knocked him out after he brutally murdered seven raiders.

Edited 2011-02-27 23:24 (UTC)

Did you get him back to the Barge, or...? [And starting to do the stitches, sorry Steph. :c]

[ Squeak. ] We lost too much [ whimper ] time, but we poofed back all the [ squeak ] same.

Sorry. [He's trying to make this fast. :c]

Well I'm glad you're more or less okay.

[ Not fast enough 8C ]

I'm perfectly okay. I've been shot enough times that I can assure you this isn't a big deal.

You don't have to justify it to me. I think Alfred thinks I try to get shot.

I don't know, I think stitches might be [ squeak ] a little dramatic, don't you?

No, I don't think so. Stay still.

[ She just pouts at the opposite wall, waiting for him to finish. ]

[And a couple minutes later, she's stitched, bandaged and basically all set.]

Sorry. How does the bandage feel? Too tight?

It's fine.

...

Thanks.

Any time.

Although next time, I'd prefer knowing about it when it happens.

[ She laughs wryly. ]

I was a little preoccupied with the whole surviving thing, but I'll try to keep that in mind.

[And you are getting a playful shove.] I mean when we start talking about what happened in port.

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