Introduction.

[bruisedbird]

Dick Grayson was not new to a beat down. In fact he had instigated more than he had outlived, but the likes of this migraine was a new knotch to that proverbial bedpost. His head felt weighed down, and the image of being hit by a cement truck replayed like a bad film in his mind. The groan that bubbled to the service somehow enabled him to roll

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[rozsikaisawoman]

[Lizzie freezes in place as she notices the injured man, girlish green eyes widening. She's not used to seeing such bad injuries on the living - being a wannabe Detective with a love of murder cases, she's much more accustomed to assisting the dead, rather than the living. Still, her own incompetence with first aid is no reason to leave the poor guy hanging; so, she doesn't what any questionably sensible 19th century girl would do; rush over with a handkerchief.]

Here. You've... You've got blood on you...

[bruisedbird]

Grayson looked up, at first it seemed like his manners were likewise swimming in the gutter, but he reminded himself that his situation was no one's fault but his own. He tried to smile, but the pull of muscle caused a wound to open, and pain erupted in his jaw. He grunted, shied away and took the handkerchief without looking.

'Thanks,' he murmured sourly. He pulled his leg up and rested his elbow atop his knee. He let out a long breath, dabbed at his bloodied wounds then gave the street a clear once over. 'Where is this place?'

[Sorry for the lateness of the reply! Work and RL have been flatstrap lately.]

[rozsikaisawoman]

[She politely kneels beside him, ignoring the dirt that stains her pretty dress when she does so. It's still so surreal to see someone so badly hurt; and she actually feels bad for making him smile.]

It's alright... [She carefully took the handkerchief from him, dabbing at the wound that reopened when he smiled, much like a mother.] This is a... 'dimensional rift', I believe it's called. So, it's not really anywhere. It's just, well, here.

[daddys_pnut]

"Papa?" It had been a while since Lian had seen the black and blue kevlar-lycra mixed suit that Dick was wearing as she spotted the raven haired hero sitting on the sidewalk.

[ooc: All of Lian's information is in her profile.]

[winglessrobin]

There was no mistaking it. The guy might have looked a little older but the face was still familiar; Jason was looking at Dick. Wiping the dumbstruck look of his face, he knew he had to tread lightly, couldn't just assume he knew who he was. Different universes and timelines - Infinity liked games and Jason wasn't about to let himself become to latest joke.

He approached the man from the left, sneakers making loud claps against the asphalt to announce his presence. He knew how good his world's Dick was and didn't want to test this one by accidentally startling him.

"You kinda look like hell," Jason commented, coming to a halt some few paces away. He gave the cold, unopened pop can in his hand a light shake, extending it in Dick's direction. "I figure you need it more than me. Could use it as a temporary ice pack or somethin'."