batmanschmatman | 026 [audio] backdated to last night

[Private to the Admiral]

Bring him back.

[Private to Tim]

Can I ask a favor?

[Private to the Admiral, added later.]

Since it seems like this 'inmate crashing with me for a while' arrangement is going to start being a regular thing for me, I think I'm going to need a new cabin. Change it to one of the penthouses in Gotham, I don't really care which one. Just something bigger with somewhere to hide my gear.

[Spam for Costigan, about 12 hours after the fact.]

[Dick hadn't left the infirmary since he'd brought Costigan up there. He'd changed out of the bloodstained shirt, paced, asked questions, generally gotten under foot and had finally had to been instructed to sit down or leave. Apparently his constant hovering was frustrating people, and although sitting still when he was this upset was almost impossible, he really didn't want to leave. He could go for a run or get someone to spar with him once he was sure Costigan was awake and more or less okay. This had shaken him up pretty badly, because while yes, death was something he dealt with a lot back home and here on the Barge it wasn't even permanent, that didn't change the fact that someone he cared about had gotten hurt and he should have been able to do more to help, and it certainly didn't change the fact that finding someone - especially, especially someone you knew - in that state was always brutal. With strangers, it was possible to have some level of disconnect sometimes, like when he'd helped bring Hoffman in here, but when the victim was someone you knew, it never got easier to feel less like you should have been able to save them.

So he just sat there, hands clasped loosely together, elbows resting on his knees, one knee jiggling up and down almost uncontrollably as he tried to contain the urge to get up and do something. That could wait. He was going to be there when his inmate woke up.]

[This is obviously following the events of this log.]

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[It isn't obvious, but Tim can see it. He doesn't answer at first, then just shakes his head, before reaching out to put a hand on Dick's shoulder. Like hell it got easier. He beat the Joker while he was detained for killing Shego, he almost flipped a shit when Sylar was killed - how could this kind of thing ever get easier?]

[Dick just nodded. It's not like he didn't know the answer anyways, and in some ways, he didn't want it to get easier. Still, he appreciated the gesture, and managed a small, grateful smile for his younger brother, reaching up to put a hand over Tim's.] Thanks, Tim.

No problem. [He let his hand stay there for a few seconds before pulling back; he was all for shows of solidarity and comfort, but he wasn't a tactile person at heart.] You gonna be okay? [Mentally. Physically, Costigan's life would suck for a while, but he'd get by.]

Yeah. I'll be okay. [More or less anyway. He's repressed worse stuff before. And clearly talking about stuff that's bothering you is for losers or something, so...]

[Totally for losers. So Tim nods. He doesn't really believe it, but it's always been other people that call their bluffs.]

Let me know how he is.

Of course. I'll be here if you need me. [It's kind of like a joke but. Let's face it, it's not. :|]

[Yeah it totally isn't. :| Tim nods, though, and pats Dick's shoulder lightly before heading for the exit.]

If you need anything else, let me know.

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