It was a midnight, a silent twilight... Semi-Open|In-Progress

[knightprodigy]

WHO: Dick & Rukia | OPEN once they reach the clinic
WHAT: Dick's Nightmare | Aftermath
WHERE: Castle courtyard, the gallows | The clinic
WHEN: Tonight | Ongoing to well wishers~

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[chappi_fan]

It was mere good fortune that she had went near the castle grounds that night, moving quickly through the city on her patrol. Nimble feet quickly brought her from rooftop to rooftop through the night

OMG last edit, I swear

[knightprodigy]

"Ru...kia?" Dick tried lifting his head a little, but he couldn't, it was too much, too painful - a dislocated shoulder, if memory (fresh as it was) served him correctly. His head rolled back onto the wooden plank beneath him.

Then a warmth that wasn't related to any internal damage - for it was pain free - began to spread from his middle. Rukia was doing something to him. ...she could heal, couldn't she?

With the thought Dick's eyelids grew heavy, not in the sense of finality, but with a sort of peace settling over him, the kind that said he could close his eyes now, that everything would be okay.

[OOC: Would you mind alerting the BatFam and Jilly by a journal entry or something~? I forgot to ask earlier ^.^']

XD

[chappi_fan]

"Do not speak. You must not push yourself." Her tone was firm, yet not harshly so, her voice somewhat softer. Rukia remained focused on the facts of the matter- becoming distracted in any manner would be foolish. It was a mistake she was far past

[speedintraining]

It only took Impulse three seconds from seeing the journal entry to being at the clinic, even allowing for time to write a response. It was almost unimaginable that even Nightwing would fall to this whole nightmare thing -- Bart wasn't sure he'd actually trust Rukia's report until he saw him for himself. Nightwing was just too... solid? Too stable? Too adult?

He skidded to a stop in front of who he guessed by the tiny pictures in the journals to be the woman that had written the entry, looking worried under his mask.

"He's -- he's okay, right? And he's in here? Where?"

[[ooc: FEEL FREE TO COMPLETELY IGNORE POSTING ORDER AND LEAVE ME OUT if more people show up, since i'm not sure how often i'll make it to the computer]]

This is going to be like... a day after? idk.

[mississippikiss]

While Rogue's skin was usually covered, it was easy to see the bandages below her clothing when she came to a tender landing outside the clinic. She hobbled inside -- or tried to, only to give up and float through the doors instead. Putting weight on her left leg was a bit too painful at the moment.

She asked after Jimmy at the desk, and then drifted down the halls once she had his room number. Knocking lightly on the doorjamb, she held up a small sack, smiling faintly.

"Hey sugah," she said, waiting politely by the door to be invited in. "Brought ya' some nice home cookin'. Ah ain't cared much fer hospital food, figured you might not neither."

Surely <3

[knightprodigy]

Dick greeted her with a warm - if not somewhat achy - smile. The memory of a backhand across the face. He waved her in with his good hand. "Never really hung around in one long enough to find out." And that was true, Dick had a tendency to check himself out, recovered or not.

Rogue's floating was both cool and kinda weird, just like when Supes did it. He couldn't help but stare a little as he pushed away the uneasy feeling of home-sickness that wanted to settle in his stomach. And that was when he noticed the bandages. "Rogue, what happened?"

[mississippikiss]

The last thing Rogue wanted was to make Jimmy feel worse, but she certainly wasn't a mind-reader... yet. She floated over to place the bag on his tray table and roll it over to the bedside, laughing a little at his question.

"Same thing's happenin' t' everyone. Don' worry about it though, ain't anywhere near the worst Ah ever had, and Ah'm a little tougher'n most in the first place..."

She started lifting some bowls out of the bag, as well as a few darkly-colored glass bottles. She might have gone a bit overboard with the food, but whenever someone was ill while she was growing up, her Aunt would always load them up with food. The habit sort of stuck, even if Rogue wasn't the best cook in the world.

"Now mind you, Ah ain't much for cookin', but a friend a' mine makes some fine gumbo, and he taught me a thing or two about it. Ah also gotcha' some fruit salad with sugah, and uhm..." She leaned a little closer to the bed, smirking. "Some moonshine, but maybe take it easy on that one, huh?"

[tightpantsrawr]

[After this log.]

Jason didn't exactly have a hand free to open the door, what with the tiger cub nestled in the crook of one arm and Tim using the other for support, so he just kicked the door open with a loud THUD.

Obviously, this earnt them all a lot of wide-eyed stares, which he answered with a dark scowl. "What're you all looking at? Out of the way."

And thus did he escort in his two young, uh... not-exactly-friends-but-close-enough.

[little_tigress]

She had fallen asleep without even realizing it, jolting awake once the door was kicked open. Kisa stretched languidly, paws kneading Jason's arm before she looked attentively around herself.

A new environment, but one that wasn't altogether frightening. Her uncle was a doctor afterall, and she had fond memories of sitting in his clinic waiting for him to close for the night before sharing tea with him.

She looked up at Jason, inwardly smiling at his gruff expression. Leaning against his side, she nuzzled him and began to purr.

[bratwonder]

Hospitals sucked. The clinic was a little better by comparison, but not much; it still smelled like antiseptic and other gross things. Tim repelled a few stares with his own miniature scowl as they made their way to Jimmy's room.

Dick looked like crap. The bruises were huge, dark, and terrifyingly familiar. His arm was broken- in the same place, Tim would bet anything. His imagination filled in the outline of the bat, the shadow as it was raised again and again, and before he knew it Tim had let go of Jason and actually walked the last two steps to the bed.

Breathing. Still breathing, and not even choking on his own breath. Just sleeping. Relief sapped the rest of Tim's strength, and he promptly got reacquainted with the floor.

Definitely making a bad habit outta that.

[tightpantsrawr]

Jason did his best to ignore the tiny, adorable tiger cub purring against his side - shit, he'd just thought adorable, he was clearly doomed. That didn't mean he had to show it, though.

He stepped forward and hauled Tim up by the back of his shirt, dumping him on the end of Dick's bed. "Watch it, brat. Last thing Jimmy needs is to find you collapsed on the floor, he'll -" shit bricks, no, watching the language, "flip out and tear something, with the way he is."

He carefully settled Kisa down next to Tim, then stepped back, just... looking at Dick for a minute.

[bratwonder]

Stevie: *crawls, at some point, from Dick's bed to Jilly's chair.* -_-
Jilly: *makes room for, snugs.* u.u
Stevie: *isn't crying, okay? just isn't. Not like he knows EXACTLY what that dream felt like for Dick or anything. Just tucking his face away so's you can't see. Not that there's anything TO see.*
Jilly: *...Oh kid... There are some things you don't have to see to know. Hugs tighter and kisses him lightly on the temple.*
Stevie: *shutup. shaking breath* He's f-fine.
Jilly: *softly* I know.
Stevie: And he will be. *just like I will. Someday.*
Jilly: I know, honey.
Stevie: ... *faint whisper* So why's it still suck so much?
Jilly: *big hug* That's the way it is sometimes... Sometimes you have to go through a lot of really bad things to get to the good, but it'll be okay. The hurt never goes away completely, but you'll be stronger for it.
Stevie: He's been hurt before. It's not- not the same.
Jilly: *She really really hates the thought of Dick being hurt, but...* How is it different?
Stevie: ... *shakes his head. How does he