( under the suit he has on, like how bruce himself wears bandages around his hands beneath the gauntlets. kids.
this is a sort of deja-vu all over again for him. jason insisting on patching him up lest dick get on his case about leaving him in such a state. it's strangeβ maybe he'd find some sort of dark humor in it if he weren't still so shook up from having monstrous versions of his parents trying to kill him. sleeping tonight is going to be... difficult. he might have to force himself to with something.
regardless, he takes a seat on the stool there β slow in doing so and grimaces a bit as he cranes his neck. it's nothing serious. nothing that needs him to be hospitalized or the like, but. it's angry and it's oozing and it hurts. typical of him to just rely on his own natural adrenaline and focusing on jason instead to try and ignore his own pain.
eyes falling shut for a moment as he sits there, he slowly opens them up again, watching jason from where he sits, the heel of a boot resting against the silver edge of the stool. )
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( under the suit he has on, like how bruce himself wears bandages around his hands beneath the gauntlets. kids.
this is a sort of deja-vu all over again for him. jason insisting on patching him up lest dick get on his case about leaving him in such a state. it's strangeβ maybe he'd find some sort of dark humor in it if he weren't still so shook up from having monstrous versions of his parents trying to kill him. sleeping tonight is going to be... difficult. he might have to force himself to with something.
regardless, he takes a seat on the stool there β slow in doing so and grimaces a bit as he cranes his neck. it's nothing serious. nothing that needs him to be hospitalized or the like, but. it's angry and it's oozing and it hurts. typical of him to just rely on his own natural adrenaline and focusing on jason instead to try and ignore his own pain.
eyes falling shut for a moment as he sits there, he slowly opens them up again, watching jason from where he sits, the heel of a boot resting against the silver edge of the stool. )
Who's Artemis?
( no. he didn't forget. he never does. )