[ dick blinks blearily a little when damian twists away, unsure if he'd actually properly finished, but-- well, it was probably as much as damian would allow. that's fine. probably. he shoots him a grateful smile when he helps him pack up, though he refuses to lean on a ten year old with a bum leg to get up just because his tongue was melted by acid. it's fine? who needs a tongue anyway? he can barely feel it. anymore.
he makes an "ok" sign to answer damian's question. his focus is actually so-so, and the pain isn't great, but he feels like he's still running on adrenaline despite the break, so it should be fine. he has to spit out some blood again but. it's fine. steph has both keys so they can't go in the other room yet but they can like. go next to the doors and be very confused by 5 & 6. hmm. he'll sign: ]
Not doubles. Could still be order?
[ he's keeping his signs simple because between the weird... weed fog which i guess they still have that somewhat and the pain signing is so. hard. he's trying not to open his mouth as much as he can smh ]
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he makes an "ok" sign to answer damian's question. his focus is actually so-so, and the pain isn't great, but he feels like he's still running on adrenaline despite the break, so it should be fine. he has to spit out some blood again but. it's fine. steph has both keys so they can't go in the other room yet but they can like. go next to the doors and be very confused by 5 & 6. hmm. he'll sign: ]
Not doubles. Could still be order?
[ he's keeping his signs simple because between the weird... weed fog which i guess they still have that somewhat and the pain signing is so. hard. he's trying not to open his mouth as much as he can smh ]