[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.]
[And Babs is just going to love hearing it from these two. It's like a neverending cycle of lectures and disappointment.
Dick keeps the hissing and squirming to a minimum, perfectly still aside from a bit of shaking here and there, and when he's finally wrapped up, he tries not to exhale to deeply and give the bandage some slack. He offers Jason a relieved, if not tired, smile]
Thanks again, Jay. I know you were busy, but thanks for coming either way. If you want to put a bag over my head while you escort me out, I'll understand. [he chuckles]
[She deserved to get her ear chewed on a little for giving out his phone number. He was still mad at Bruce, after all. Dick, a little less so, but where one went, the other was sure to follow.
Still, he huffed a small laugh and shook his head as he started to clean up everything he'd used.]
You weren't bagged when I brought you here, what good would bagging you now do? Besides, it's just a safehouse. I can burn it and be in the wind by morning.
Please don't burn it down...! [There's something actually alarmed on his face, because he knows Jason will absolutely do that, without a second of hesitation.
It's still always better when they're laughing and not screaming at one another]
[He snorted, rolling his eyes a little as he threw away the trash and disposed of the used sharps in the bright red container that lived in the locker he'd pulled the tool box out of.]
Relax, birdie. Even if I did actually set it on fire, it's all concrete. Nothing will spread.
[He smirked to show that he wasn't being serious.]
[And what follows isn't a sigh of relief, but those broad shoulders do relax the tiniest bit. he's pulling the top half of the suit back on slowly, now, rolling one shoulder]
True, buildings just aren't what they used to be around here. Made of toilet paper and what, matchsticks? If you ever need a place, though... [he trails off]
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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.
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Dick keeps the hissing and squirming to a minimum, perfectly still aside from a bit of shaking here and there, and when he's finally wrapped up, he tries not to exhale to deeply and give the bandage some slack. He offers Jason a relieved, if not tired, smile]
Thanks again, Jay. I know you were busy, but thanks for coming either way. If you want to put a bag over my head while you escort me out, I'll understand. [he chuckles]
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Still, he huffed a small laugh and shook his head as he started to clean up everything he'd used.]
You weren't bagged when I brought you here, what good would bagging you now do? Besides, it's just a safehouse. I can burn it and be in the wind by morning.
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It's still always better when they're laughing and not screaming at one another]
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Relax, birdie. Even if I did actually set it on fire, it's all concrete. Nothing will spread.
[He smirked to show that he wasn't being serious.]
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True, buildings just aren't what they used to be around here. Made of toilet paper and what, matchsticks? If you ever need a place, though... [he trails off]