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 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.

[ She shoves him back. Two can play at that game. ]

I thought the hulking behemoth of my inmate was more pressing than a minor gunshot wound!

Not if you haven't had any medical attention.

Again, I did bandage myself up. And used antiseptic.

There was still a hole in your arm.

A steadily healing hole! It's not like it was still bleeding or anything.

Thank god for small miracles.

You really think I wouldn't go to the infirmary if I was passing out from blood loss?

Well. I wouldn't.

Dick! Seriously? Bleeding out is a sucky way to die.

Believe me, I know, it's almost happened before.

You don't get to say anything about the hole in my arm if you're bleeding to death and still refuse to see a doctor.

I radioed in for help.

You just said you wouldn't go to the infirmary. Now I'm just confused.

Calling Bruce to pick me up isn't going to see a doctor.

It is if he has half a brain. I do wonder, sometimes.

You're not alone.

So he doesn't take every member of his team to the hospital when they're dying. I'm not sure if I'm offended or relieved.

It was just a shot to the thigh. Alfred got the bleeding stopped and threatened to take out my kneecaps if I tried getting up. [lol guess when this happened. :|]

That makes it a little better. I guess.

Fine, next time I'm seriously injured, I'll go to the infirmary unless I am physically unable to if you'll do the same, okay?

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