[Dick would be waiting a while. The only thing that Jason might lecture him about was the fact that he waited until he was bleeding and broken before calling someone in. And maybe grill him a bit on how Dick managed to get his phone number.

Though, honestly, that lecture would probably go to Babs before it went anywhere else.]

Hn. Good. If they come back, hit me up. I've always like playing with fire, you know that.

[It was the closest Dick was going to get to a 'be careful and bring backup, idiot'.

He worked quietly and quickly, a lifetime of training and practice in his hands as he sewed up the wound and carefully wiped down the area in betadine before taping a bandage into place. Then it was a matter of helping Dick to sit up so he could wrap his entire torso in a compression bandage to keep his ribs in place and to help stop the knife wound from bleeding through the stitches.]

There we go. You shouldn't die.