arrows n sarcasm

You know what, we can always cuddle. Especially after everything that’s happened it might be nice to just lay around for a while. Portal over here, lover, I’ve got a billion pillows.

And John does. He opens a portal to where Roy was and goes straight to hug him, hiding his face in their embrace. The moment he feels his boyfriend's arms around him, he's crying.

I’ve got you.

He wraps one arm around the other man to hold him close while the other moves to run his fingers gently through his hair.

I don't even know why this bothers me so much... he's a great uncle and I always knew that's all he'd ever be...

He said between sobs, clinging to Roy. He wasn't one to break down like that. When he used to be sad, he usually went to his dad, and he always made it better. He didn't cry or show weakness in front of strangers, and Roy and him were just starting out, but he felt so sad, and he knew Roy wouldn't judge. So John dared to trust him, dared to show his vulnerable side.

Emotions can be weird like that. And difficult to control. The thing that sucks most about being human honestly, but it’s okay.

He’s still your family, even if this hurts right now, and I have to believe he didn’t mean for it to. Because if he did, I’ve got some arrows with his name on it…

John laughed between sobs. The idea of Roy fighting the devil because of him was incredibly funny and sweet.

You do remember he's the devil, right?

He just didn't mean to take on a fatherly role with me, he didn't want to be a father at all, but I ended up seeing him as one anyway. It just hurts...

I’m not saying I’d win the battle, but I’d still fight him for you.

His expression softened as he listened, and part of him wondered if Ollie felt the same way some days.

But he’s still going to be family at the end of the day. You’ll work through this.

You're an amazing boyfriend

John kisses his cheek.

He'll always be my uncle, and I know he loves me. I'll get over it. It'll take time tho...

Can we lay down?

Well, I try.

Yeah, come on…

And he leads the way to his bed that’s covered in way too many pillows as promised.

My only rule is no shoes in bed.

He’s already kicking his own off.

You know what, we can always cuddle. Especially after everything that’s happened it might be nice to just lay around for a while. Portal over here, lover, I’ve got a billion pillows.

And John does. He opens a portal to where Roy was and goes straight to hug him, hiding his face in their embrace. The moment he feels his boyfriend's arms around him, he's crying.

I’ve got you.

He wraps one arm around the other man to hold him close while the other moves to run his fingers gently through his hair.

I don't even know why this bothers me so much... he's a great uncle and I always knew that's all he'd ever be...

He said between sobs, clinging to Roy. He wasn't one to break down like that. When he used to be sad, he usually went to his dad, and he always made it better. He didn't cry or show weakness in front of strangers, and Roy and him were just starting out, but he felt so sad, and he knew Roy wouldn't judge. So John dared to trust him, dared to show his vulnerable side.

Emotions can be weird like that. And difficult to control. The thing that sucks most about being human honestly, but it’s okay.

He’s still your family, even if this hurts right now, and I have to believe he didn’t mean for it to. Because if he did, I’ve got some arrows with his name on it…

John laughed between sobs. The idea of Roy fighting the devil because of him was incredibly funny and sweet.

You do remember he's the devil, right?

He just didn't mean to take on a fatherly role with me, he didn't want to be a father at all, but I ended up seeing him as one anyway. It just hurts...

I’m not saying I’d win the battle, but I’d still fight him for you.

His expression softened as he listened, and part of him wondered if Ollie felt the same way some days.

But he’s still going to be family at the end of the day. You’ll work through this.

It hurts where they stabbed me... Where's the Cave? I wanna go home now.

I'm still bleeding. I want my dog. And my mom.

Oh god was it Lae? Where are you?

Yeah. Snuck up on me and cut my grapple line again.

My back hurts, and I can't move some of my fingers. I dunno where I am, I'm bad with directions and I was just running because they're leg was hurt and my side hurts and my arm.

Do you have a tracker like some of the other Bats?

Knowing B, probably...

Are you gonna get me?

I’m already hacking the system. B is tough, but he always stupidly leaves a back door—I assume so his kids can hack. I’ll teach you how when this is all over.

Are you bleeding badly?

My left arm's dripping blood. The side isn't as bad, else I probably wouldn't be able to move...

I woulda let you in, y'know.

I need you to put pressure on the worst of the wounds, can you do that for me?

Yeah... *sniff*

But they're really long. Like, down my side, up my arm. And it hurts if some of my fingers on my left hand press against something.

Are you wearing a belt? If you can’t put pressure on your arm a temporary tourniquet can do wonders. I’m bringing my emergency kit—you’ll only have to worry about it for a little while longer okay? I’m almost there.

Y-yeah, I have my utility belt... I dunno how well it'll work. B taught me how to do this, I d'nno why I didn't remember...

It’s okay; it’s normal to forget in the heat of the moment.

Listen, what’s your favorite ice cream? I promise I’m going somewhere good with this.

Vanilla. Basic as shit, I know...

Okay, I think I did it right... I haven't needed to do it to m'self, only m' brothers...

You know those little tiny baby chocolate chips? Add those to vanilla and you’ve got my favorite—sometimes basic is best.

Okay I’m two blocks away, hang in there.

Yeah, well my body doesn't like chocolate...

Okay...

He parked his truck near the curb and hopped out, coming around from the driver’s side with a med kit bag. “Jesus, you’re…going to be fine. You hadn’t told me you’d lost so much blood. But it’s fine. You’re going to be fine.”

Roy grabbed some gauze to start wrapping the worst of the wounds. “No chocolate huh?” He continued to distract her. “That’s a bummer. What about mint?”

Crow had torn off her mask at some point to wipe her tears. It's not pretty, and blood was smeared on her face. She sniffles.

"I dunno... I'm fine with just vanilla," she mumbled, letting Roy have her left arm first. Three fingers - pointer, pinky, and the index* - all look broken.

“I’m gonna get you wrapped up, but you need to see a doctor. Is that something Alfred can be for you? Or do you want me to take you to a hospital?”

"Hos'ital's probably gonna get nosy," Crow mumbled, still sniffling. She wipes at another tear, getting more blood on her face.

Her mouth opens, before she shuts it and bites her lip with a noise.

“Wayne Manor it is then,” he told her as he continued to wrap her hand as gently as he could to stabilize her fingers. Roy hated the Manor, didn’t want to accidentally run into B, but he’d take her there anyway.

“I’m sorry this keeps happening. That I haven’t stopped them yet. I’ve been trying to juggle everything and pinning them down has proven difficult. But that’s no excuse.”

Crow shrugs, hissing at the wrap on her fingers. "'s fine. Rest of us can't find much on 'em," she says, voice still wet and teary.

She picks up her mask, holding it loosely. "Truck it is?" she asks.

“I didn’t bring the bike because I wanted you to be comfortable for this. As comfortable as you can be with injuries,” he explained. “Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Crow shrugs, even though it hurts the left arm and her back. "Okay."

He shouldered the med bag and then picked her up, making it look effortless as he carried her over to the truck. Roy tried to be as gentle with her injuries as he could helping her inside, but he could tell it hurt. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’d give you something for the pain, but I can’t be around the stuff, so the med kit doesn’t have anything…”

Crow buckles herself up, glad for the bandages on her side. She would not like for the seatbelt to rub against the side wound.

"That... sucks," she says bluntly. She sniffles again.

“Yeah,” he agreed as he started the truck with a frown, “it does. But I promise I’ll make it up to you with ice cream in the near future!” And he meant it, already plotting how to find the best vanilla he could.

Crow lets out a snort, before sniffling again. "You're crazy," she mumbles lightheartedly.

”Maybe, but I’m also promising ice cream. You gonna tell me no? More for me if you do…” he teased, pulling the truck into the road to start for the Manor at a speed that was totally not illegal.

"Fucker. Of course I want the ice cream," she says. Crow is holding the hand with the broken fingers in her palm.

She narrows her eyes at the road, but says nothing.

“Good answer. Now, I know you’ve said you like it plain, but what kind of topping would you choose if you had to?” He knew he had to keep her awake, and the best way to do that was talking. Even about stupid things.

Crow shrugs. "Sprinkles I guess. Other toppings are weird."

The pain felt like it was dulling. Or maybe that's because it wasn't actively bleeding out.

“Can you do chocolate sprinkles if they don’t have real coco in them? Seems a shame you never get chocolate…”

"Uh, maybe," Crow says. She runs her nose with her good hand. "Never tried."

“Forget ice cream for a second, what’s your favorite song?”

"Uh... 'die for you' by asteria," she says. She sniffles again.

"I smell like blood."

“You smell fine. Least favorite song? One you just absolutely have to change when it comes on?”

"Uh." Crow has to think, still sniffling. "Probably 'Heatwaves'..."

“By Glass Animals? You heathen,” he teased her. “Truthfully it’s overplayed, so I’m worth you.”

Crow chuckles weakly, rubbing her eye. "Yeah... you try being online in, like, 2019 to 2021."

“I was busy with the Titans at the time; didn't get a lot of online time. I can imagine though. So then who is your favorite band?”

Crow shrugs, wincing at her shoulder. "Don't really have one."

She stretches out one leg as far as it can go. "I sure as hell had a lotta online time."

”That’s fair, there can be so many to choose from, but hey, we’re almost there.” And he turned his truck to take the back entrance to the cave, a lesser known road but one he was privy to. “You hanging in there?”

"I'm alive, if that's what you're asking," Crow says. She's calmed down a lot more, no longer panicking, but shaking from adrenaline. And still pain. But the panic is gone.

"Sorry for bleeding all over your truck," she says. She doesn't actually know if there's that much blood, but she knows what it's like to get blood in random areas. Not fun.

He waved it off as he drove. “Not a huge deal. Trucks can be cleaned.” Pulling in through the entrance—oh good, he still had clearance— he drove carefully until he found a place to park the vehicle.

Crow sniffles, wiping her nose. "Th'nks, Roy." She unbuckles carefully, before getting out slowly.

"Y'should go before the Court gets on your ass."

“They were probably watching the entire time and could have stopped me at any moment. Not sure if it’s a good thing or bad that they didn’t…” he hesitates for just a moment, checking her over for any injuries he missed.

She shrugs. "Was good for me."

All injuries look healed.

“Here’s hoping Lae leaves you alone. I’m still looking for them, and I will find them, it’s just…they’re good at hiding.”

"They're a special type of crazy. The one that can blend in," Crow says. She doesn't blame Roy.

“I’ll find them,” he promises, pausing when he hears someone coming down the stairs, taking a step back toward his truck. “That’s my cue to leave…please keep me updated on how you’re doing?”

Wedding :)

Are you trying to tell me something, jaybird?

Fiddling with something in his pocket

Maybe..........

You’re a sneaky bastard when too want to be, aren’t you?

It hurts where they stabbed me... Where's the Cave? I wanna go home now.

I'm still bleeding. I want my dog. And my mom.

Oh god was it Lae? Where are you?

Yeah. Snuck up on me and cut my grapple line again.

My back hurts, and I can't move some of my fingers. I dunno where I am, I'm bad with directions and I was just running because they're leg was hurt and my side hurts and my arm.

Do you have a tracker like some of the other Bats?

Knowing B, probably...

Are you gonna get me?

I’m already hacking the system. B is tough, but he always stupidly leaves a back door—I assume so his kids can hack. I’ll teach you how when this is all over.

Are you bleeding badly?

My left arm's dripping blood. The side isn't as bad, else I probably wouldn't be able to move...

I woulda let you in, y'know.

I need you to put pressure on the worst of the wounds, can you do that for me?

Yeah... *sniff*

But they're really long. Like, down my side, up my arm. And it hurts if some of my fingers on my left hand press against something.

Are you wearing a belt? If you can’t put pressure on your arm a temporary tourniquet can do wonders. I’m bringing my emergency kit—you’ll only have to worry about it for a little while longer okay? I’m almost there.

Y-yeah, I have my utility belt... I dunno how well it'll work. B taught me how to do this, I d'nno why I didn't remember...

It’s okay; it’s normal to forget in the heat of the moment.

Listen, what’s your favorite ice cream? I promise I’m going somewhere good with this.

Vanilla. Basic as shit, I know...

Okay, I think I did it right... I haven't needed to do it to m'self, only m' brothers...

You know those little tiny baby chocolate chips? Add those to vanilla and you’ve got my favorite—sometimes basic is best.

Okay I’m two blocks away, hang in there.

Yeah, well my body doesn't like chocolate...

Okay...

He parked his truck near the curb and hopped out, coming around from the driver’s side with a med kit bag. “Jesus, you’re…going to be fine. You hadn’t told me you’d lost so much blood. But it’s fine. You’re going to be fine.”

Roy grabbed some gauze to start wrapping the worst of the wounds. “No chocolate huh?” He continued to distract her. “That’s a bummer. What about mint?”

Crow had torn off her mask at some point to wipe her tears. It's not pretty, and blood was smeared on her face. She sniffles.

"I dunno... I'm fine with just vanilla," she mumbled, letting Roy have her left arm first. Three fingers - pointer, pinky, and the index* - all look broken.

“I’m gonna get you wrapped up, but you need to see a doctor. Is that something Alfred can be for you? Or do you want me to take you to a hospital?”

"Hos'ital's probably gonna get nosy," Crow mumbled, still sniffling. She wipes at another tear, getting more blood on her face.

Her mouth opens, before she shuts it and bites her lip with a noise.

“Wayne Manor it is then,” he told her as he continued to wrap her hand as gently as he could to stabilize her fingers. Roy hated the Manor, didn’t want to accidentally run into B, but he’d take her there anyway.

“I’m sorry this keeps happening. That I haven’t stopped them yet. I’ve been trying to juggle everything and pinning them down has proven difficult. But that’s no excuse.”

Crow shrugs, hissing at the wrap on her fingers. "'s fine. Rest of us can't find much on 'em," she says, voice still wet and teary.

She picks up her mask, holding it loosely. "Truck it is?" she asks.

“I didn’t bring the bike because I wanted you to be comfortable for this. As comfortable as you can be with injuries,” he explained. “Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Crow shrugs, even though it hurts the left arm and her back. "Okay."

He shouldered the med bag and then picked her up, making it look effortless as he carried her over to the truck. Roy tried to be as gentle with her injuries as he could helping her inside, but he could tell it hurt. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’d give you something for the pain, but I can’t be around the stuff, so the med kit doesn’t have anything…”

Crow buckles herself up, glad for the bandages on her side. She would not like for the seatbelt to rub against the side wound.

"That... sucks," she says bluntly. She sniffles again.

“Yeah,” he agreed as he started the truck with a frown, “it does. But I promise I’ll make it up to you with ice cream in the near future!” And he meant it, already plotting how to find the best vanilla he could.

Crow lets out a snort, before sniffling again. "You're crazy," she mumbles lightheartedly.

”Maybe, but I’m also promising ice cream. You gonna tell me no? More for me if you do…” he teased, pulling the truck into the road to start for the Manor at a speed that was totally not illegal.

"Fucker. Of course I want the ice cream," she says. Crow is holding the hand with the broken fingers in her palm.

She narrows her eyes at the road, but says nothing.

“Good answer. Now, I know you’ve said you like it plain, but what kind of topping would you choose if you had to?” He knew he had to keep her awake, and the best way to do that was talking. Even about stupid things.

Crow shrugs. "Sprinkles I guess. Other toppings are weird."

The pain felt like it was dulling. Or maybe that's because it wasn't actively bleeding out.

“Can you do chocolate sprinkles if they don’t have real coco in them? Seems a shame you never get chocolate…”

"Uh, maybe," Crow says. She runs her nose with her good hand. "Never tried."

“Forget ice cream for a second, what’s your favorite song?”

"Uh... 'die for you' by asteria," she says. She sniffles again.

"I smell like blood."

“You smell fine. Least favorite song? One you just absolutely have to change when it comes on?”

"Uh." Crow has to think, still sniffling. "Probably 'Heatwaves'..."

“By Glass Animals? You heathen,” he teased her. “Truthfully it’s overplayed, so I’m worth you.”

Crow chuckles weakly, rubbing her eye. "Yeah... you try being online in, like, 2019 to 2021."

“I was busy with the Titans at the time; didn't get a lot of online time. I can imagine though. So then who is your favorite band?”

Crow shrugs, wincing at her shoulder. "Don't really have one."

She stretches out one leg as far as it can go. "I sure as hell had a lotta online time."

”That’s fair, there can be so many to choose from, but hey, we’re almost there.” And he turned his truck to take the back entrance to the cave, a lesser known road but one he was privy to. “You hanging in there?”

"I'm alive, if that's what you're asking," Crow says. She's calmed down a lot more, no longer panicking, but shaking from adrenaline. And still pain. But the panic is gone.

"Sorry for bleeding all over your truck," she says. She doesn't actually know if there's that much blood, but she knows what it's like to get blood in random areas. Not fun.

He waved it off as he drove. “Not a huge deal. Trucks can be cleaned.” Pulling in through the entrance—oh good, he still had clearance— he drove carefully until he found a place to park the vehicle.

Crow sniffles, wiping her nose. "Th'nks, Roy." She unbuckles carefully, before getting out slowly.

"Y'should go before the Court gets on your ass."

“They were probably watching the entire time and could have stopped me at any moment. Not sure if it’s a good thing or bad that they didn’t…” he hesitates for just a moment, checking her over for any injuries he missed.

She shrugs. "Was good for me."

All injuries look healed.

“Here’s hoping Lae leaves you alone. I’m still looking for them, and I will find them, it’s just…they’re good at hiding.”

Wedding :)

Are you trying to tell me something, jaybird?

You know what, we can always cuddle. Especially after everything that’s happened it might be nice to just lay around for a while. Portal over here, lover, I’ve got a billion pillows.

And John does. He opens a portal to where Roy was and goes straight to hug him, hiding his face in their embrace. The moment he feels his boyfriend's arms around him, he's crying.

I’ve got you.

He wraps one arm around the other man to hold him close while the other moves to run his fingers gently through his hair.

I don't even know why this bothers me so much... he's a great uncle and I always knew that's all he'd ever be...

He said between sobs, clinging to Roy. He wasn't one to break down like that. When he used to be sad, he usually went to his dad, and he always made it better. He didn't cry or show weakness in front of strangers, and Roy and him were just starting out, but he felt so sad, and he knew Roy wouldn't judge. So John dared to trust him, dared to show his vulnerable side.

Emotions can be weird like that. And difficult to control. The thing that sucks most about being human honestly, but it’s okay.

He’s still your family, even if this hurts right now, and I have to believe he didn’t mean for it to. Because if he did, I’ve got some arrows with his name on it…

It hurts where they stabbed me... Where's the Cave? I wanna go home now.

I'm still bleeding. I want my dog. And my mom.

Oh god was it Lae? Where are you?

Yeah. Snuck up on me and cut my grapple line again.

My back hurts, and I can't move some of my fingers. I dunno where I am, I'm bad with directions and I was just running because they're leg was hurt and my side hurts and my arm.

Do you have a tracker like some of the other Bats?

Knowing B, probably...

Are you gonna get me?

I’m already hacking the system. B is tough, but he always stupidly leaves a back door—I assume so his kids can hack. I’ll teach you how when this is all over.

Are you bleeding badly?

My left arm's dripping blood. The side isn't as bad, else I probably wouldn't be able to move...

I woulda let you in, y'know.

I need you to put pressure on the worst of the wounds, can you do that for me?

Yeah... *sniff*

But they're really long. Like, down my side, up my arm. And it hurts if some of my fingers on my left hand press against something.

Are you wearing a belt? If you can’t put pressure on your arm a temporary tourniquet can do wonders. I’m bringing my emergency kit—you’ll only have to worry about it for a little while longer okay? I’m almost there.

Y-yeah, I have my utility belt... I dunno how well it'll work. B taught me how to do this, I d'nno why I didn't remember...

It’s okay; it’s normal to forget in the heat of the moment.

Listen, what’s your favorite ice cream? I promise I’m going somewhere good with this.

Vanilla. Basic as shit, I know...

Okay, I think I did it right... I haven't needed to do it to m'self, only m' brothers...

You know those little tiny baby chocolate chips? Add those to vanilla and you’ve got my favorite—sometimes basic is best.

Okay I’m two blocks away, hang in there.

Yeah, well my body doesn't like chocolate...

Okay...

He parked his truck near the curb and hopped out, coming around from the driver’s side with a med kit bag. “Jesus, you’re…going to be fine. You hadn’t told me you’d lost so much blood. But it’s fine. You’re going to be fine.”

Roy grabbed some gauze to start wrapping the worst of the wounds. “No chocolate huh?” He continued to distract her. “That’s a bummer. What about mint?”

Crow had torn off her mask at some point to wipe her tears. It's not pretty, and blood was smeared on her face. She sniffles.

"I dunno... I'm fine with just vanilla," she mumbled, letting Roy have her left arm first. Three fingers - pointer, pinky, and the index* - all look broken.

“I’m gonna get you wrapped up, but you need to see a doctor. Is that something Alfred can be for you? Or do you want me to take you to a hospital?”

"Hos'ital's probably gonna get nosy," Crow mumbled, still sniffling. She wipes at another tear, getting more blood on her face.

Her mouth opens, before she shuts it and bites her lip with a noise.

“Wayne Manor it is then,” he told her as he continued to wrap her hand as gently as he could to stabilize her fingers. Roy hated the Manor, didn’t want to accidentally run into B, but he’d take her there anyway.

“I’m sorry this keeps happening. That I haven’t stopped them yet. I’ve been trying to juggle everything and pinning them down has proven difficult. But that’s no excuse.”

Crow shrugs, hissing at the wrap on her fingers. "'s fine. Rest of us can't find much on 'em," she says, voice still wet and teary.

She picks up her mask, holding it loosely. "Truck it is?" she asks.

“I didn’t bring the bike because I wanted you to be comfortable for this. As comfortable as you can be with injuries,” he explained. “Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Crow shrugs, even though it hurts the left arm and her back. "Okay."

He shouldered the med bag and then picked her up, making it look effortless as he carried her over to the truck. Roy tried to be as gentle with her injuries as he could helping her inside, but he could tell it hurt. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’d give you something for the pain, but I can’t be around the stuff, so the med kit doesn’t have anything…”

Crow buckles herself up, glad for the bandages on her side. She would not like for the seatbelt to rub against the side wound.

"That... sucks," she says bluntly. She sniffles again.

“Yeah,” he agreed as he started the truck with a frown, “it does. But I promise I’ll make it up to you with ice cream in the near future!” And he meant it, already plotting how to find the best vanilla he could.

Crow lets out a snort, before sniffling again. "You're crazy," she mumbles lightheartedly.

”Maybe, but I’m also promising ice cream. You gonna tell me no? More for me if you do…” he teased, pulling the truck into the road to start for the Manor at a speed that was totally not illegal.

"Fucker. Of course I want the ice cream," she says. Crow is holding the hand with the broken fingers in her palm.

She narrows her eyes at the road, but says nothing.

“Good answer. Now, I know you’ve said you like it plain, but what kind of topping would you choose if you had to?” He knew he had to keep her awake, and the best way to do that was talking. Even about stupid things.

Crow shrugs. "Sprinkles I guess. Other toppings are weird."

The pain felt like it was dulling. Or maybe that's because it wasn't actively bleeding out.

“Can you do chocolate sprinkles if they don’t have real coco in them? Seems a shame you never get chocolate…”

"Uh, maybe," Crow says. She runs her nose with her good hand. "Never tried."

“Forget ice cream for a second, what’s your favorite song?”

"Uh... 'die for you' by asteria," she says. She sniffles again.

"I smell like blood."

“You smell fine. Least favorite song? One you just absolutely have to change when it comes on?”

"Uh." Crow has to think, still sniffling. "Probably 'Heatwaves'..."

“By Glass Animals? You heathen,” he teased her. “Truthfully it’s overplayed, so I’m worth you.”

Crow chuckles weakly, rubbing her eye. "Yeah... you try being online in, like, 2019 to 2021."

“I was busy with the Titans at the time; didn't get a lot of online time. I can imagine though. So then who is your favorite band?”

Crow shrugs, wincing at her shoulder. "Don't really have one."

She stretches out one leg as far as it can go. "I sure as hell had a lotta online time."

”That’s fair, there can be so many to choose from, but hey, we’re almost there.” And he turned his truck to take the back entrance to the cave, a lesser known road but one he was privy to. “You hanging in there?”

"I'm alive, if that's what you're asking," Crow says. She's calmed down a lot more, no longer panicking, but shaking from adrenaline. And still pain. But the panic is gone.

"Sorry for bleeding all over your truck," she says. She doesn't actually know if there's that much blood, but she knows what it's like to get blood in random areas. Not fun.

He waved it off as he drove. “Not a huge deal. Trucks can be cleaned.” Pulling in through the entrance—oh good, he still had clearance— he drove carefully until he found a place to park the vehicle.

Crow sniffles, wiping her nose. "Th'nks, Roy." She unbuckles carefully, before getting out slowly.

"Y'should go before the Court gets on your ass."

“They were probably watching the entire time and could have stopped me at any moment. Not sure if it’s a good thing or bad that they didn’t…” he hesitates for just a moment, checking her over for any injuries he missed.

You know what, we can always cuddle. Especially after everything that’s happened it might be nice to just lay around for a while. Portal over here, lover, I’ve got a billion pillows.

And John does. He opens a portal to where Roy was and goes straight to hug him, hiding his face in their embrace. The moment he feels his boyfriend's arms around him, he's crying.

I’ve got you.

He wraps one arm around the other man to hold him close while the other moves to run his fingers gently through his hair.

It hurts where they stabbed me... Where's the Cave? I wanna go home now.

I'm still bleeding. I want my dog. And my mom.

Oh god was it Lae? Where are you?

Yeah. Snuck up on me and cut my grapple line again.

My back hurts, and I can't move some of my fingers. I dunno where I am, I'm bad with directions and I was just running because they're leg was hurt and my side hurts and my arm.

Do you have a tracker like some of the other Bats?