Pain and Pondering
The trip home is passed in silence. His mind is only marginally on the road. What consumes him are the events of the evening. Not one but two problems. Joker and Jason. So intricately entwined. Both still at large. Both threats to Gotham and now to his family.
When the vehicle comes to a stop, he sits in the driver's seat longer than necessary. He can feel Tim's eyes on him. Wondering. Searching maybe. Thinking about opening his mouth to question his mentor and now father. Before Robin has a chance to say anything, the dark figure pops the hatch and climbs wearily from cockpit. He makes no attempt to conceal his injuries or the pain from his ribs. It's a clear signal that his thoughts are elsewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he registers the fact that his son has also pulled himself from the car.
Alfred is standing nearby, his hands stoically clasped behind his back. No doubt the medical supplies are already laid out and ready for use. He utters neither sounds of surprise or greeting. He simply leads the battered pair into the Medical Bay. A recap of the evening, he knows, will be forthcoming.
When the vehicle comes to a stop, he sits in the driver's seat longer than necessary. He can feel Tim's eyes on him. Wondering. Searching maybe. Thinking about opening his mouth to question his mentor and now father. Before Robin has a chance to say anything, the dark figure pops the hatch and climbs wearily from cockpit. He makes no attempt to conceal his injuries or the pain from his ribs. It's a clear signal that his thoughts are elsewhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he registers the fact that his son has also pulled himself from the car.
Alfred is standing nearby, his hands stoically clasped behind his back. No doubt the medical supplies are already laid out and ready for use. He utters neither sounds of surprise or greeting. He simply leads the battered pair into the Medical Bay. A recap of the evening, he knows, will be forthcoming.