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[Dick can’t help exhaling a short laugh, hooking his grapple on the edge of the roof and carefully curling an arm around AC’s waist.]
I have some basic First Aid in my belt. Let’s get down first.
*He tries not to swoon, or collapse against Dick. It’s not the blood loss that’s getting to him but the pain, making him sick and dizzy*
Just hurry
I’m going, [Dick says, and he means it. He lowers them down as quickly as he can without compromising AC’s comfort, hailing a taxi with little trouble—most drivers jump at the chance to drive a mask around, at the very least they’ll have a story. Once they’re in the car, Dick removes some cotton pads and gauze from his belt, unzipping the thief’s costume so he can gently press his hand beneath the fabric and against the wound. He holds the makeshift bandage in place during the ride’s entirety, knowing the right amount of pressure to apply to keep the bleeding at bay.]
*Somehow, he manages not to puke, even when the pain cranks up to eleven as Dick pulls off his costume and puts pressure on the wound*
Nevah told me I turn out ta be a total psycho when I get raised by tha Bat
[Dick pulls off his opposite glove with his teeth and presses a bare hand against the back of AC’s neck, urging him to stay upright.]
What? That’s who did this to you? [He thought the angle of the blade looked familiar.]
Pissed someone off. Again.
*He grimaces, and pulls his hand away from the still bleeding wound*
[Dick looks over it briefly before placing a hand against AC’s back and leading him forward.]
Think you can make it to my apartment?
*He presses his hand over the wound*
Won’t be swingin’ or climbin’ anywhere
We’ll take a taxi.
Got a Nightwing hanky or somet’in’ I can use so I don’t bleed all over tha place?
[Dick can’t help exhaling a short laugh, hooking his grapple on the edge of the roof and carefully curling an arm around AC’s waist.]
I have some basic First Aid in my belt. Let’s get down first.
*He tries not to swoon, or collapse against Dick. It’s not the blood loss that’s getting to him but the pain, making him sick and dizzy*
Just hurry
I’m going, [Dick says, and he means it. He lowers them down as quickly as he can without compromising AC’s comfort, hailing a taxi with little trouble—most drivers jump at the chance to drive a mask around, at the very least they’ll have a story. Once they’re in the car, Dick removes some cotton pads and gauze from his belt, unzipping the thief’s costume so he can gently press his hand beneath the fabric and against the wound. He holds the makeshift bandage in place during the ride’s entirety, knowing the right amount of pressure to apply to keep the bleeding at bay.]
Gambit discreetly stared at the man, he was wondering what kind of town he was in. This looked to be someone else who knew of the hero business and was a decent player in the game. Now if only he could place a name or something to the homme near him. He took a sip of his now minorly cold coffee and sighed.
Dick feels eyes on him as he ducks into the tiny cafe, the weight lingering as he orders a coffee to go and hands the cashier a five dollar bill. It isn’t until he’s waiting for his drink to brew that he turns to identify the gaze, giving the other man a small smile when he catches his somewhat confused look. Unable to resist satisfying his own curiosity, Dick confidently pads over.
“Hi,” he says, exuding friendliness. “You need some help?”
Gambit took another sip of his coffee. He said “Non, monsieur. Dis cajun just wondering about a few things.” He smiled a little and motioned for the overly friendly man to take a seat, if he wanted. “Jus’ wonderin. What city is this?” He wasn’t sure he’d ever visited this place in his extensive, thieving, journeys.
Taking the offered seat, Dick gives his acquaintance a quizzical look and a short laugh. “Boy, you’re even more lost than I thought. You’re in Gotham City. Did you lose a bet or something?”
Pissed someone off. Again.
*He grimaces, and pulls his hand away from the still bleeding wound*
[Dick looks over it briefly before placing a hand against AC’s back and leading him forward.]
Think you can make it to my apartment?
*He presses his hand over the wound*
Won’t be swingin’ or climbin’ anywhere
We’ll take a taxi.
Got a Nightwing hanky or somet’in’ I can use so I don’t bleed all over tha place?
[Dick can’t help exhaling a short laugh, hooking his grapple on the edge of the roof and carefully curling an arm around AC’s waist.]
I have some basic First Aid in my belt. Let’s get down first.
catslovethesparkle said: Does a stab wound count as alright in your book?
It counts as ‘been better’. [He jogs over and gestures for the thief to let him see.]
What happened?
Pissed someone off. Again.
*He grimaces, and pulls his hand away from the still bleeding wound*
[Dick looks over it briefly before placing a hand against AC’s back and leading him forward.]
Think you can make it to my apartment?
*He presses his hand over the wound*
Won’t be swingin’ or climbin’ anywhere
We’ll take a taxi.
Gambit discreetly stared at the man, he was wondering what kind of town he was in. This looked to be someone else who knew of the hero business and was a decent player in the game. Now if only he could place a name or something to the homme near him. He took a sip of his now minorly cold coffee and sighed.
Dick feels eyes on him as he ducks into the tiny cafe, the weight lingering as he orders a coffee to go and hands the cashier a five dollar bill. It isn’t until he’s waiting for his drink to brew that he turns to identify the gaze, giving the other man a small smile when he catches his somewhat confused look. Unable to resist satisfying his own curiosity, Dick confidently pads over.
“Hi,” he says, exuding friendliness. “You need some help?”
livewithiris said: I know! I’ve recently been informed however, that you’re a stowaway here at Casa de Allen! So this means you’ll be getting a real breakfast tomorrow.
Oh, I. I came to visit Wally, but I was planning on staying at a hotel for the night. I know Barry’s probably not comfortable with me being here.
Thank you, though. I really can’t tell you how much I miss home cooking.
No Dick it’s fine, you’re allowed to stay here. I apologize in advance for Barry. He just doesn’t want Wally getting hurt again.
It’s really alright, Iris. I’d rather not intrude. I’ll leave once Wally falls asleep.
If you say so, Dick. Just remember you’re allowed back for breakfast. I might even throw in lunch and dinner if you’re lucky.
I’ll keep it in mind. [He smiles faintly.]
… It really means a lot.
catslovethesparkle said: Does a stab wound count as alright in your book?
It counts as ‘been better’. [He jogs over and gestures for the thief to let him see.]
What happened?
Pissed someone off. Again.
*He grimaces, and pulls his hand away from the still bleeding wound*
[Dick looks over it briefly before placing a hand against AC’s back and leading him forward.]
Think you can make it to my apartment?
catslovethesparkle said: Does a stab wound count as alright in your book?
It counts as ‘been better’. [He jogs over and gestures for the thief to let him see.]
What happened?
