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[batmanschmatman]

Who: Dick Grayson and Slade Wilson; eventually Billy Costigan
Where: On deck.
When: Forward dated to Tuesday.
What: Dick and Slade cross paths. Dick loses his patience. A fight ensues.
Warnings: Some violence.

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He was thinking

[batmanschmatman]

Dick had been about to continue pacing around the perimeter of the deck, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, when he suddenly realized someone else was now sort of blocking his path. A very familiar someone. Someone who - on a good day - Dick could almost pretend wasn't even on this stupid prison ship, and the sight was enough to make him stop in his tracks for a beat

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His eye narrowed slightly, the only indication that he heard as his expression remained unchanged. He'd known who it was already, but hearing those words (that tone) only confirmed it. One of these days, he'd really have to learn how and why the Bat Brats had such impeccable timing.

The temptation to walk away without a word was strong. In fact, he was very certain he should, but the idea of leaving one of the few places on this damned ship he actually liked just because Grayson had his panties in a twist left a sour taste in his mouth.

Without even sparing Dick a glance, he answered, "See for yourself."

I'm not going anywhere.

[batmanschmatman]

That's fine, because I'm not going anywhere either.

"Telling you anything interesting?"

He wasn't sure why he was still here. Provoking Slade was a bad idea, under any circumstance, but he was feeling edgy and reckless, and the words had left his mouth before he'd even realized he was forming them. This could only end badly if one of them didn't walk away, and he wasn't sure at this point if that was really going to be a viable option.

[lost_undercover]

Costigan ran from his room up onto the dick, knowing his warden wouldn't call him like that unless it was important. The two got along and had a decent working relationship, sure, but the lack of capitalization and everything was enough to make Costigan wonder and worry; after all, as an undercover, he'd been trained to look for the unusual in people. Arriving on deck, it took him only a second to spot his warden not too far off.

The former undercover ran over immediately, looking around as he did for any sign of whoever had done this. His right hand slipped to his back in case he had need for his knife, but there was no one in sight and so Costigan was contented to just kneel down beside his warden and glower at the state he was in. Dick really didn't look so good.

"You trying to prove how much more street you are, asshole?" He offered with a hint of humor, trying to joke but being too irritated to do so. The inmate shifted into a crouch beside Dick, glancing over him once. "Can you get up?"

[batmanschmatman]

Dick looked up at the inmate's approach, sort of worried that it was someone else - not because he was worried he'd get hurt worse or killed, but more that this was embarrassing and the last thing he needed was Tim showing up and yelling at him - and immediately smiled in relief when he saw it was Costigan, even managing a breathy laugh at his first question. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

The smile didn't falter as he slowly started shifting against the deck railing. "If I could, I'd be back in my room already." And immediately, he started trying to push himself up a little more again, awkwardly cradling his injured arm in his lap.

"Shoulder's dislocated, broke some ribs." He winced and put his good hand to his side, voice a little strained as he continued. "Maybe one or two. Or three." The last bit was intended as a joke, trying to prove he was okay.

[lost_undercover]

The inmate nodded about the injuries and Dick's inability to move for lack of anything else to do. Costigan switched to the opposite side of Dick, where his shoulder wasn't dislocated, with the intention of trying to help him up. He didn't know really know what to do, but leaving the scene seemed the most important.

"Don't let this turn into one of those fucking 'anything you can do I can do better' bullshit competitions," he muttered, as much to calm himself as to get a point across. He gently wrapped an arm around his warden's back, just beneath his shoulder blades, and began to take Dick's weight while encouraging him to start standing. "You need to go the infirmary."

[batmanschmatman]

That got another strained laugh from the downed warden. "I won't. Promise." His voice was tight with pain as he started to stand up, wrapping his good arm around Costigan's shoulders, trying not to lean on the inmate too heavily for support. It hurt like hell, and his dislocated shoulder felt weird and painful, but he managed to get his feet under him, still relying on Costigan to stay upright.

He shook his head slowly, taking as deep a breath as he was able to before responding. "I don't need to go to the infirmary." Or more like, he didn't want to go. Going to the infirmary meant explaining what had happened, and that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Yes, Slade had provoked him, but he'd provoked him first by bothering him in the first place, and the whole thing was just stupid and kind of embarrassing.

[peektuttut]

Slade's message had sent Tim shooting for the deck. But when he arrived, there was no sign of Dick - just a little blood. And the fact that it was only a little was cheering. At least as much as blood could be cheering. That didn't stop the urgency, though, so Tim's next stop was the infirmary - and when that proved Graysonless, he headed for Dick's room, pounding his fist on the door once he could reach.

"Dick? Are you in there?"

[batmanschmatman]

"Crap."

Dick immediately tried sitting up, but his broken ribs were pretty quick to remind him why moving around was a totally horrible idea and he hissed in pain, shooting a sort of nervous look at Costigan as he put his good hand to the injuries, slowly trying to shift into a sitting position on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm okay."

He knew Tim wouldn't buy it unless he saw it for himself, but it never hurt to try.

[peektuttut]

Sorry Dick, he wasn't just going to accept an 'I'm okay' after being warned by Deathstroke.

"Open the door." So he could properly glare.

[batmanschmatman]

In the time it took Costigan to answer the door, Dick managed to get himself mostly upright on the couch, consciously adjusting his posture to not call attention to his injuries, despite the fact that his left arm was in a sling to support his recently relocated shoulder.

"See, I'm fine."