bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking. ( believe it or not dick, this is normal for him! )
what a mess @brashsoldier & 'wing found themselves in.
he’s moving before it’s even registered - a second nature built into him by years of practice. honed to a proficiency that, in hindsight, told a story that was more sad than anything else. a hand reaches ; the gesture slow & wide — telegraphing —- as he presses the flat of his palm against barnes’ shoulder first & then slips as he circles to the apex of his spine. accessing each visible pool of crimson. “alright, big guy, i’ve got you.” nightwing’s voice is light ; pointedly kept in more friendlier tones — another habit slipping to the forefront. “i need you to talk to me. tell me what you can?” he needs barnes’ to tell him the roadmap here lest he accidentally fumble over an proverbial mental trip-wire.
