Inheritance

[0nightwing0]

Who:  Dick, Joker, Tim, Roy, Bones, and Matt Murdock ..Possibly Stephanie Brown
Where: Training room and moving to the Medical Bay
When:  afternoon
Summary: Dick's going to take up the Mantle left behind by his mentor..whether he likes it or not.
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Violence...its Joker, you know its going to be graphic

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[entro_pist]

Pulling the arrow free from his shoulder was more involved than he'd thought. He couldn't just give it a hard tug; he'd have to work it out little by little when the muscles weren't spasming so much. It would have to wait until later. For now he tightened his fingers around the arrow shaft and began to bend it.

He'd just finished snapping it off when he heard a thunk on the other side of the target. Without being able to see the arrow or its explosive attachment, it was momentarily puzzling why the archer would waste an arrow on a drone. His mind rapidly zeroed in on the only viable conclusion and, grabbing his pistol, the Joker bolted from his cover just before the charge detonated with a thunderous clap that blew off the drone's upper half

[niiroya]

Roy quickly dropped the bow and arrow with a clatter as he rushes over to Dick's side, ever thankful that the black cape Tim wore easily came away in his hand.

Swearing at the amount of blood coming from the oldest hero in the room, the red-head ripped the black and yellow fabric to tightly wrap it round the bleeding neck being mindful not to suffocate him in the process.

"It's okay Shortpants, we'll get you fixed up and crime fighting in no time." There was a slight sad tone in his voice as he spoke. "Tim, ya wanna give me a hand here and Robin, can ya check over Bruce?"

[little_wing003]

"Hey!" Tim watched as Roy shredded his cape for bandages, and scowled a little. "You know, you could have asked. I have a first aid kit in my belt. Which doesn't involve shredding my possibly septic cape for bandaging."

He knelt on Dick's other side and pulled out the kit. "How are you feeling, big brother?"

[niiroya]

"I'm sure you've got spares and the little thing you guys pack into those utility belts is not going to cut it this time, Boy Blunder." Roy shot back as he checked Nightwing's other injuries.

[little_wing003]

Tim gave him a thin smile. "I don't know how Dick feels about it, but I'm not your Robin, and the only people that call me that have a permanent cell open for them in Arkham."

He frowned down at Dick. "I think we're going to have to get you to Bones before we try to do anything with your eye." There was just too much damage. He didn't know that Bones would,/i> be able to do anything.

[lilbrownrobin]

"Sure, not a problem." Steph nodded and called the dog to her, amused greatly by his name.

"It's okay boy, we're gonna take good care of Dick." She shot a glance at the two dark-haired figures that looked so alike despite having no real relation and then at the apparent Red Arrow... who else had a red costume like that and would be affiliated wit-- ...

"Speedy?" She asked in a disbelieving tone. He was supposed to be a kid! But then again, Tim was supposed to be with his dad and apparently she... she didn't want to think about that. Instead, she looked the dog over intently noticing nothing that needed any major veterinary attention. Dick, on the other hand...

Steph bit her lip. She didn't want to show any 'female weakness' but she was seriously worried. "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to repay the favour, Dick. I... I'm kind of useless when that freak is concerned. He's a monster."

[niiroya]

"You inherit the 'R', you inherit the nicknames. Take it up with Dick, when he's better if you've got a problem." He said to the youngest man in the room with a small smile on his face.

Roy looked her way as his old moniker was called, eyebrow raised in question but it was soon lowered when she spoke. Knowing that his friend was in good hands, he wandered over to Steph and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"We've all got ghosts kiddo, be it a person or an event, so don't worry about freezing as we've all been there."

[0nightwing0]

" m'still..ere..y..know..s'ok steph" Dick said rather slurringly from the swelling in his mouth and the bandages around his neck. With one good blue eye he turned his bloody face toward Tim's and looked up. He couldn't help but feel the guilt rise up in his chest from making the kid..no the man go through this again. " i'll sur..vive kiddo"

It didn't matter what Tim had to say about his eye but he glanced to Steph with a kind look despite his injuries. Spitting blood out from his mouth he glanced back up with the same look"you did good..still scared of two..face..myself"

[lilbrownrobin]

She bit her lip to keep from crying. The nicest, strongest people she would ever know and they had to deal with this on a nightly basis. How long could any of these men handle injuries like this? Maybe Tim had a point about this whole vigilante thing...

Steph hugged Bruce to her and patted his back before standing up and putting on her best smile for Roy and Dick. "We better get you to the doctor... everything will be okay."

wouldn't it?

She turned to Roy, "You're stronger, you should help Tim carry him. I'll make sure the coast is clear."

[niiroya]

Roy nodded with a smile to Steph, hoping it would help her see that even in this kind of situation with friends it didn't have to seem that bad.

"We've got Dick kiddo and he's gonna be fine, you'll see."

Red Arrow knew the older man wasn't going to be able to see out of that eye any more, but with the make shift bandage stoppig the bleeding from the wound in his nevk he was out of danger of loosing his life as well.

"Dicky's a stubborn git and a fighter, this isn't going to stop him." He tried to reasure her not wanting to say what was on his mind as the red-head walked over to Tim to prepare to move the wounded raven-haired man. "You wouldn't mind picking up my bow and arrow on your way out Sweety?"

[little_wing003]

Tim slid his arm behind Dick's shoulders, getting ready to help him up. "We're going to try to move you now," he said, trying not to look too hard at the bloody bandage around his neck. He remembered what that was like. "How're you feeling?"

[0nightwing0]

" like Kori's wrath finally caught up with me" dick hoarsely chuckled as he gripped Tim's arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He felt the world spin when he got up, the blood loss getting to him. While the eye wasn't fatal the neck had the potential until Roy had bandaged it up.

" I'll be fine kiddo..I promise" Dick reassured him, though he knew there was no hope in this left eye. Although he had hope in the shape of future medicine, maybe just maybe this could be fixed. No, it was best not to get your hopes up when it came to those things.

[niiroya]

"You'd be in worst shape if that ever happened." He quipped back hoping to keep Dick talking as he gently grabbed his friend's feet. "We're gonna lift ya on three, okay? One... Two... Three."

Roy lifted the black karate pant clad legs, instictively knowing that Tim would follow his lead with the injured man's upper body, they really had to get him to Bones.

"More scars to impress the ladies, though ya may want to change the story of how you got 'em."

[0nightwing0]

" no telling them I got..beat up by a psychotic clown?" Dick said weakly before choking out a cough from the blood that had seeped into his throat. The young acrobat hid his worry and fear under his quips, for he knew the stakes were high against him when it came to the future hope of working with his injuries. Bruce would keep going, work twice as hard to get back on his feet and up to his old levels, and so would he.

" Bones's going to kill me.." Dick groaned knowing his fatherly old friend was going to give him a good long lecture. Though it was making the man rush with worry..the look in his eyes he got when he saw one of the young capes injured, that made him feel the guilt rise up in his blood peppered chest.

[niiroya]

"'fraid not buddy, women want to hear something more heroic than you getting your ass handed to ya." Roy said, he was worried knowing that it was extremely bad if Dick was trying to make jokes.

The injured man's younger brothers carried him to the medibay and gently placed him on one of the infimary beds.

"Don't worry about Bones, he's gotta heal ya first before h!e kills ya. Yo, Bones!"

[ima_doctor]

Bones was not wrapping bandages, researching or cleaning. He wasn't even sipping his whiskey. He was sleeping on one of the hospital beds, a cloth flopped over his eyes, his boots kicked off and under the bed. He had been doing a bit of exploring lately, and had only just returned, glad that no one had been wounded in his absence.

Too good to last, of course. He sat up almost instantly when he heard his name. "Coming!" he mumbled, tossing the cloth aside and deciding to forget his boots a moment. He came around the corner to see.

"Mister Grayson!" he shouted despite himself. "Are you kidding me? Did you go and get yourself hurt again!? Get him over here!" he gestured angrily towards one of the beds.