#soulspent. . .⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dick grayson

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@soulspent. . . dick grayson.

' i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. '

it's almost too dark to tell, white light too often a fickle, scattered thing. it's quiet enough, though, to hear the breadth in his breaths, too heavy, her own almost too thin against it, held too tight somewhere between her heart and her mouth. sometimes, dick grayson is too everything for his own good. for her's. her hands hover, first, some unseen pressure coiled around him, magnetic, opposite poles come together. but then she blinks, gaze adjusting to the dark, the gleam of too much sweat on his throat, glaze in his eyes, and something somewhere shakes loose.

“   i don't think so,   ” she murmurs a heartbeat before her grip catches on his arm, his neck, thumb brushing just along his pulse - point on the way. quick and reedy. she can't spot the difference between black and red, shadow and blood, but she looks, despite herself, flicking the hair from her own too - sticky face with a quick jerk of her head. “   and you have no idea what they gave you in there, or how much ?   ” not like her. no poisoned pulse to question, no mystery, miracle cocktail to numb the dull bite of cuffs in the circle of her wrists, to water down the aching drag of stiff plastic force - fed down her throat— no, unlike her, dick barely seems present to even the sharp blade of her eyes dissecting him open, the firm press of her fingers, or perhaps hyper - aware, something hummingbird bright to his body even as it falters.

she didn't get a good look back there either, not even through all the oranges and the yellows she left behind, the brain matter pink and bleached bone white, but some foreign, alien part of her knows he's a sick shade of gray underneath all the black. “   you need to stop for the night. we need to stop for the night.   ” stating the obvious. it's easier than voicing the mere whisper at the back of her neck, vein - deep prickle drowned out by phantom adrenaline, even now, a rolling boil turned butterfly slight. a stillness frozen over brittle and breakable, like aching teeth pressing down hard enough to creak. certainty clamped down over nothing. they barely made it out alive, this time. they may yet not.

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