Nightwing (DC) - Stitches

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Hey there baby. Nah, just some thug with a knife. He got me on the arm pretty bad.

I'm gonna need stitches. You think you could do it? Well I can't get back there to my tricep on the back of the arm.

I can't really reach back there. You think you could do that for me? Yeah? I'd really appreciate that, babe.

Okay, here, could you get me a soda? I think I left one open in the fridge. Thanks.

Here, let me take off the suit. He came at me from behind. I was taking care of another fucking thug, but I didn't react fast enough.

No, I can't tell Bruce about this. He'll just keep larking at me for not calling him to patrol. He's already told me many times before that I shouldn't patrol by myself, yet he does it every single night.

God, such a hypocrite. Alright, go ahead. Yes, I'm ready.

Just do it. Yeah. No, it doesn't hurt that much, especially since you're doing it.

If I would have done it to myself, I'd probably butcher it worse, but you do it perfectly. Yes, you do, sweetheart. Now, this was the only thing that happened tonight.

At least it wasn't a broken bone or worse, I pulled a muscle. It's just a cut. That can heal.

After a couple days, I won't feel it anymore. Huh? Well, how about you? How's your day been? Yeah? Well, that's better than my day and much better than my night.

How many stitches do you think it'll need? Eight? Okay, that's fine.

At least it's none of the double digits, right? No, you just keep doing what you're doing, sweetheart. Here, let me take another drink.

That's good. Well, I actually can't go to sleep. After you're done, I have to shower and then just work on some of my armor.

I'm pretty sure some of the armor and the chest plate is loose, so it keeps moving. I gotta make it tighter. Make sure that it's lined up with the shirt.

Better said, the jacket. Tight enough so it doesn't move. I've got to get an upgrade for it.

I think I have an idea of what I could use. I don't want to ask Bruce for anything because he'll ask why was it loose in the first place and that's not how you do a dick. Don't do that dick.

He's just the way that he fucking is all the time, tormenting me because I am not him. I know, I know that's not what he means, but it feels like it is. I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I don't mean to talk to you about all this shit and bother you with it, but you know. That one was very deep, just saying, but it's fine. It'll make it heal faster.

Just make sure you tighten it properly, okay? And thank you. No, no, no.

Thank you. If I try to do this, I'd be at it for at least an hour trying to do it right. You gotta do it right.

If not, it won't heal properly and it won't heal fast enough. And I can't miss any nights out on patrol. Things have gotten a little bit crazy out there.

This isn't Gotham, but it's close enough. Is that the last one? Great.

Thank you, sweetheart. Here, come here. Yes, I know I smell.

I'll take a shower, okay? Yeah. Thank you for that.

I'll be right back. I really have to get better armor.