NocturnalMuses

"It's not that big of a deal, Dick. Really, it isn't."

Jacky was downplaying it and both of them knew it. It was another fight with a rogue that had charged at Jacky while he and Dick were returning back to his home. Though Jacky had emerged from the fight the victor, it wasn't without some injury.

//From my Dick Grayson if that's cool :) //

"Anyone tell ya it's rude to sneak up on a guy?" A slight widening of their eyes as they pause from where they'd been checking the roof access door of the building they had ended up on top of. They pause for a moment, glancing over their shoulder with a sigh before turning properly.

"Person who got tailed for a few blocks and decided to take advantage of the fact that nobody looks up. Even in this city, which, you would think they would, given..." a gesture toward the vigilante at that with the hand that was not gripping the strap of their bag, looking slightly amused.

They pause slightly, then nod, glancing up at him. "Yeah, I'm good."

A slight hum, peering over tje edge of the roof for a moment before they straighten again. "Been over there for about three years. Had the job basically in the bag before I went to college."

She opened her eyes, bright lab lights flooding her vision.

“Ack!” She opened them again, finding herself in a lab strapped to a wall. And, oh no no. Her mask was gone, leaving her less than human face exposed

“Shit shit shit”

She opened her eyes, bright lab lights flooding her vision.

“Ack!” She opened them again, finding herself in a lab strapped to a wall. And, oh no no. Her mask was gone, leaving her less than human face exposed

“Shit shit shit”

She opened her eyes, bright lab lights flooding her vision.

“Ack!” She opened them again, finding herself in a lab strapped to a wall. And, oh no no. Her mask was gone, leaving her less than human face exposed

“Shit shit shit”

//From my Dickers/Nightwing :D if that's okay//

injury starters | accepting ( @nocturnalmuses )

Jason opened his mouth on instinct, ready to throw out the same answer he always did. I'm fine. The words never made it past his tongue.

His gaze dropped.

For a moment, he simply stared at the dark stain spreading beneath the torn fabric of his shirt, almost unable to make sense of what he was seeing. Blood. There was more of it than there should have been, soaking through the material along his side and trailing in a slow, ugly line toward his hip. His brow furrowed.

Huh.

He hadn't felt it.

There had been adrenaline, the fight, the sharp focus that came with putting one foot in front of the other and making sure everyone else got out. He'd noticed the impact, sure. A hard hit to his side, maybe a glancing blow from a blade or a bullet. Nothing worth stopping over. Nothing that had registered as anything more than another bruise waiting to happen.

The pain arrived all at once, vicious and blinding, as though his body had been waiting for permission to finally acknowledge what had happened. His breath caught violently in his throat. His stomach twisted. Heat spread through his side before becoming something colder, deeper, a brutal pressure that seemed to drive itself between his ribs with every heartbeat.

"Fuck—"

His hand flew to his side, and the world tilted.

Jason tried to straighten, tried to convince his legs that they were still supposed to be holding him upright, but his knees gave out before he could manage it. He stumbled forward, one boot scraping uselessly against the floor before he dropped hard, catching himself against the nearest solid surface.

Pain exploded through him again.

His vision flashed white.

"Good," he breathed.

After that, Jason went mostly quiet.

He focused on breathing. On keeping his arms securely around Dick's neck. On not thinking too hard about the fact that Dick was carrying him like he weighed nothing when every instinct in Jason's head was screaming that he should be the one standing. The steady movement beneath him became strangely comforting, and exhaustion continued to creep through his limbs now that the adrenaline had completely abandoned him.

Then Dick's voice reached him again.

"Jay... I'm gonna set you down for a second."

Jason's eyes opened.

"Yeah. Okay."

He didn't sound particularly convinced, but he didn't fight it either. Dick lowered him carefully, and Jason immediately realized how much he'd been relying on him. The second his weight shifted onto his own legs, they nearly folded again. He sucked in a sharp breath, catching himself against the nearest surface as pain ripped through his side.

"It doesn't seem like you were shot, Jay." Dick mused as he'd then begin to apply first aid on the wound. "Looks like a cut. Must of been that blade, clipped you." Dick mused as he'd then add. "Just let me take care of it." He'd say as he'd get to work.

//From my Dick Grayson if that's cool :) //

"Anyone tell ya it's rude to sneak up on a guy?" A slight widening of their eyes as they pause from where they'd been checking the roof access door of the building they had ended up on top of. They pause for a moment, glancing over their shoulder with a sigh before turning properly.

"Person who got tailed for a few blocks and decided to take advantage of the fact that nobody looks up. Even in this city, which, you would think they would, given..." a gesture toward the vigilante at that with the hand that was not gripping the strap of their bag, looking slightly amused.

They pause slightly, then nod, glancing up at him. "Yeah, I'm good."

She looked down at the city and watched the cars stuck in traffic. "You guys must really love the people of Gotham to keep coming out to help the people. I can't imagine putting yourself into so much danger for any other reason besides love."

She opened her eyes, bright lab lights flooding her vision.

“Ack!” She opened them again, finding herself in a lab strapped to a wall. And, oh no no. Her mask was gone, leaving her less than human face exposed

“Shit shit shit”

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