[So more of a slash than a stab. He can work with that. That meant the red stuff was just the normal red stuff and not anything...deeper. Tucking his shoulder in under Dick's armpit, he hauled the older vigilante up onto his feet, staying a little hunched so that Dick could use him as a crutch.

Honestly, it would be easier just to carry his brother's dumb ass, but that might injure Dick's pride beyond what he could heal from.]

Yeah, I got you. Let's get out of the burning building before hand, though. Smoke inhalation will kill you a lot faster than bleeding out from that scratch. Come on, my bikes just outside...