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[goddamnbatsperm]

[~SOMEONE~ is being brought back to the Batbarn after a little encounter. He looks pretty ripped up]

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[insertdickjoke]

How do you feel, Damian?

[still carrying gingerly]

[goddamnbatsperm]

I'll kill him.

[insertdickjoke]

Someone else will be handling him, I'm sure.

[carries him to the hospital bed because there is always one in a Bat-related place]

[goddamnbatsperm]

I want to.

[rhymeswithgrim]

[he's so absorbed in categorizing this latest batch of files that someone ought to yell at him for being an unobservant twit]

You're back from patrol already? I brought back some pizza from the mess hall, it's next to the main computer.

[goddamnbatsperm]

[Well someone's being brought in like a ragdoll]

[rhymeswithgrim]

[still type-typitty-typing. too much recent violence in camp to record; it's troubling.]

Did you hear me, Dick?

[goddamnbatsperm]

[you're a douche]

[ournetprophet]

[comes out of her section, looking for them]

How is he?

[goddamnbatsperm]

[BEEN BETTER]

[ournetprophet]

[brings over some of their medical supplies]

[goddamnbatsperm]

[NOT LOOKING AT ANY OF YOU]

[comesinfourth]

Wow, what happened?

[goddamnbatsperm]

[NOT LOOKIN GREAT]

Things. And stuff.

[comesinfourth]

Articulate as always. Who?

[goddamnbatsperm]

The good doctor.

[00_07]

[sometime later! there is some frantic knocking on the door of the Batbarn]

[goddamnbatsperm]

[...Well. I'm not getting up to answer it...]

[00_07]

[... is worried enough that she goes inside]

R-Robin? Are you here? I-I'm really sorry I'm bothering you, but you didn't answer...

[goddamnbatsperm]

Oh, dammit. That's downstairs.

I'm here, Vanya. In the loft.