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[notlikeanyone]

WHO: Tim and Danny
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: Late-ish Tuesday I think so I can squeeze Beetle-chan in beforehand
WARNINGS: A Bat-load of angst and description of injuries.
SUMMARY: Tim got stabbed and is trying to say he's fine! Danny is back to an adult and not buying that for a second! Somebody's getting mothered here.
FORMAT: Quick log


[Tim was tired and sore, worn out more emotionally than physically, and obviously Danny had picked up on it in his voice. He should have stuck with text replies like when he first posted, but talking was a lot easier - and less prone to morphine-induced typoes.

So Danny was coming over, and soon he'd get to know just what a Bat-fine was. Tim sighs and settles himself on the couch - he still has to lay face down, which isn't going to help him cushion the true extent of his injuries - more comfortably, and waits. Danny is programmed into the Tower security by now, so he won't have to wait for Tim to let him in.]

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[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[After about twenty minutes (the Tower is so confusing to him), Danny enters the room. He looks worn out and tired, and he's still confused as to what exactly happened last week. His eyes widen upon seeing Tim's injuries, then soften again as he steps towards him.]

Can't you and Jason do anything without getting hurt?

[It's a bad joke, but hey. Isn't that his trademark?]

[notlikeanyone]

[At least the worst of it is under bandages, but it's still obvious that there are eight injuries, some in really dangerous spots, but all avoiding lethality. Someone wanted to keep Tim alive for a while.]

Ah - heh, I guess it must run in the family.

[Also a bad joke, and Tim smiles sheepishly afterwards.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Danny flashes a small smile at him, then chi's up his hands. Straight to business.]

Tell me which one hurts the most.

[notlikeanyone]

Um... I guess the one that pierced my kidney should get priority, it's - this one.

[He gestures awkwardly at the appropriate spot, then flops back down. And yes, his kidney was pierced but he's still "fine", because any internal organ injuries that aren't life-threatening are totally okay.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

And you really expected me to believe you were fine...

[He sighs in exasperation and awkwardly places his hands over the wound. Closing his eyes, he focuses his chi, pouring it into Tim. A faint, golden-orange glow surrounds him, a bit of it seeping into Tim's injury. A wave of healing chi.]

[notlikeanyone]

[Oh, that feels... weird, but in a really good way. Thanks to the superspeed, Tim's body is already healing a little faster than it should, so it soaks up the chi more rapidly than Danny might expect.]

Mmn... well. I'm trained to keep going even with this sort of injury - though taking the proper time to heal is important. It's just one of those things that I don't want everyone else to think about when they know I'm not a metahuman hero, just a human.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Danny's pleasantly surprised at the healing process, it means he gets to use less chi. So he does. Moves on to the next wound once the kidney one is healed.]

Doesn't matter. You don't want injuries like this to get worse. Trust me.

[notlikeanyone]

[The next worst ones are probably the ones down in the small of his back, next to the spine. An inch or two closer, and Tim would have been lucky to live, let alone walk. He sounds slightly abashed.]

I know. When I was at home, I kind of lost my spleen to some spider guy's sword. Lucky not to bleed out, really.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

I had to endure months of torture and fighting.

[He places his hand over that one next, pressing down softly to ensure that he's actually touching the opening.]

Was given hardly any time to heal. Made me appreciate my powers once I got out.

[notlikeanyone]

[He makes a soft "oh" noise, but whether it's at the feeling of the chi there and the gentle pressure of Danny's hands, or the thought of him being tortured and forced to fight for months is unclear, even to him.]

That sounds - horrible, honestly. What happened?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

It was broadcast on the network awhile back.

[He pauses, focuses some more on the actual healing, gathering his thoughts. Then, he continues.]

Basically, I was sent on a mission. Mission went bad. I completed it, anyway.

[notlikeanyone]

... You mean - oh.

[Yeah, he remembers what happened with Troy, and the visuals. That looked... traumatic. It's a little difficult to be properly horrified with the chi making him feel better, and relaxed, but he manages it.]

Sorry. For bringing it up.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I survived. So did my friends. The mission was finished. That's all that matters.

[Although the tightness with which he says it suggests otherwise. He finishes healing the wound and moves on to the next one closest to him.]

[notlikeanyone]

No, it's not. I mean - I've never been in that situation for months, but... I know it's not all that matters. You matter, too, and that kind of thing doesn't just go away and stop - marking you, even if everyone gets out alive.

[He didn't mean to say all of that, and he takes in a deep breath, turning his head back to stare down at the pillow.]

And I'm interfering again, that's - a bad habit, I guess. You can ignore me.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Danny chuckles awkwardly.]

Well. At least you're feeling better, it seems.

[A not very subtle attempt to change the subject.]

[notlikeanyone]

Ah, yeah. I really am - I mean, the painkillers were helpful, but it'll be nice to move around properly again.

[Hmm. Short pause, and - well. He can ask, it can't be any more awkward than SO HOW WAS THAT HELL TORTURE.]

So. How are things with you and Jason?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Haven't seen him in awhile. Not since he was a kid, at least.

[DOES NOT GET WHAT YOU ARE IMPLYING, TIM.]

[notlikeanyone]

Ah. I don't remember much about when he was a kid - not at all, really. From here, anyway.

[MAYBE HE SHOULD DROP THE IMPLICATIONS.

BUT WHO ARE WE KIDDING, IT'S TIM.

Innocently] So you haven't kissed him again?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[MY GOD THANK GOD THAT COUCH IS THERE BECAUSE OTHERWISE DANNY WOULD HAVE FALLEN ON TOP OF YOU TIM. HOLY SHIT--]

Where did that come from!? --I mean! Ye--NO. No, we haven't... Why are you asking that?!

[notlikeanyone]

[IT'S A RISK HE'S WILLING TO TAKE. ALSO WAY TO BE SUBTLE, DANNY.]

Familial concern. Your kiss did undo the spell on him, after all. Some people might call that encouragement.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[B|]

How do you know about the kiss?

[notlikeanyone]

[B)]

You just confirmed my suspicion.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[goddammit. Pushing your head lightly in retaliation.]

I didn't confirm anything. Now shut up and lay still.

[And now he's trying to chi up his hands but it's not really working because now that kiss is on his mind. Which is so wrong, because he has Misty back home and he loves Misty and that kiss should not have felt that nice. Or tasted that nice. Or have been that nice in general...]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim just smirks and lies still, in silence.

Until he notices the distinct lack of chi healing going on, at which point he looks back up at Danny.]

You know, if you need a moment, I'll be fine.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[A slight pink stains his cheeks. He scowls at Tim and chi's his hands up.]

I was distracted by you talking.