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“ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ” (from Soldier) || Ouch (accepting!)
She was angry. It radiated from her, pinched her shoulders and furrowed her brow. Lena had been angry since he stumbled through the door of her flat - the key she had given him was hardly for dripping blood on her floor and being obstinate about his plans, or what exactly landed him in such a sorry state. Her calls of surprise began in a place of concern, then anger, for the man that refused to stop on his way to the bathroom, to the large, military-level first aid kit she kept there.
Concern devolved into anger, and eventually the burning flame burned down into simmering coals in her chest. Jack had been in her bathroom, biting back the sting of needle through flawed skin, while she begrudgery poured two mugs of hot tea and waited for him to re-emerge.
"Should have thought of that before you went and lost a fight with Edward Scissorhands." Her words were biting, but her tone lacked that scathing that she reserves for real rage. Instead, it tinged on concern as she handed him the tea and peeled back the tattered remains of his shirt.
"Jesus, Jack, did you fall into a pit of knives? Really, you gotta stop just showing up like this." While he sat, she gathered the materials and not-so-gently cleaned the harsh slices in his skin. Still, as the needle poked through his skin, Lena was careful to not pull on the skin too hard. "Just once it'd be nice if you showed up with a dish to pass and some of those American candies - wha're they called? Skeetles or something. Just once."
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Dick, spending a lifetime training as an acrobat: I'm by far the most flexible member of the Batfam
Tim, rolling up with a connective tissue disorder and some audacity: Wrong
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I think I can say my goodbyes now I’ve made the funniest joke possible
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