[Thread] After a Long Night
Characters: OU Bruce Wayne, OU Harvey Dent
Where: Paj-Eksi
When: backdated to the day after this (Friday)
Summary: Harvey drops by to randomly check up on Bruce and wouldn't it figure it's just after the night he got all banged up and looks rather worse for the wear?
Warnings: Maybe, depends on if Brucie gets annoyed or not :3
Bruce winced as he touched his face in the mirror and watched the reaction. Not that there really was one other than the pain. He sighed and leaned away from the reflective glass and glanced away. He really looked like hell this time.
And there was no Alfred to take care of him here.
Granted, he and Tim had done their best last night in the clearing, trying to bandage him up. But even together they were just no match for Alfred's loving care and (usually) gentle touch. The fact that he had been a medic in the SAS back in the day didn't hurt any. Bruce glanced briefly back at the mirror and scowled before leaving the bathroom and heading back into his room. He didn't really want his roommates to see him like this much less anyone else.
He thought briefly about changing rooms to a more vacant selection but he knew he liked where he was too much. It was directly above Tim's room just two floors down and... well, he was used to it. And it really didn't matter too much.
He plopped down on his bed--he needed to remember to ask the Indigeo for a new set of sheets and comforter; it was winter time after all, and these rooms got a bit drafty--and didn't even realize how tired he still was before he fell into a light doze.
Where: Paj-Eksi
When: backdated to the day after this (Friday)
Summary: Harvey drops by to randomly check up on Bruce and wouldn't it figure it's just after the night he got all banged up and looks rather worse for the wear?
Warnings: Maybe, depends on if Brucie gets annoyed or not :3
Bruce winced as he touched his face in the mirror and watched the reaction. Not that there really was one other than the pain. He sighed and leaned away from the reflective glass and glanced away. He really looked like hell this time.
And there was no Alfred to take care of him here.
Granted, he and Tim had done their best last night in the clearing, trying to bandage him up. But even together they were just no match for Alfred's loving care and (usually) gentle touch. The fact that he had been a medic in the SAS back in the day didn't hurt any. Bruce glanced briefly back at the mirror and scowled before leaving the bathroom and heading back into his room. He didn't really want his roommates to see him like this much less anyone else.
He thought briefly about changing rooms to a more vacant selection but he knew he liked where he was too much. It was directly above Tim's room just two floors down and... well, he was used to it. And it really didn't matter too much.
He plopped down on his bed--he needed to remember to ask the Indigeo for a new set of sheets and comforter; it was winter time after all, and these rooms got a bit drafty--and didn't even realize how tired he still was before he fell into a light doze.