[Damian Wayne || Text || Seventeenth Swing]

[thebat_brat]

[Text comes up shortly after his and Lili’s log, while she’s still knocked out.]
Medic to 28d.
Wounds already dressed, ‘healing’ required.

[You know, magic bullshit. Which could really help his burns.
A few moments later he caves.]
Medic to 34A.
second degree burns.

Comments

action. w-why do I try.

[faultlesscon]

[This knock on his door will be maybe what, an hour or so after he gets some aid for his burns?]

action. because you're a GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT /noogies

[thebat_brat]

[And he will answer the door, maybe thinking it's someone else, who knows? Regardless he looks mildly surprised to see Alex.]

.....You?

action. OBVIOUSLY it might be because Damian is the only suitemate to talk to him sob

[faultlesscon]

Apologies, not whoever you were expecting. [A shrug, and he shoves his hands in his pockets.]

You want a cold compress? I took a few of the instant packs from the cafeteria a few weeks back.

action. and by that you mean STARE AT and try and DEDUCE.

[thebat_brat]

Tt. Whatever. [Doesn't really want to see anyone, as it were.]

[He keeps staring, as though trying to pick into Alex's brain. What's he trying to do?]

...Yes.
Mine were used.

action. THEY WILL HAVE CONVERSATION. one day.

[faultlesscon]

Alright. [He's bored and already beat up - sporting a lovely patch over his cheek and a few more wrappings on his arms, so why shouldn't he try and share some supplies? He'll just stock a few more for later.]

I'll be back then. [Just making a motion to his room before he walks that way.]

action. About.... THE WEATHER.

[thebat_brat]

Hm. Very well, then. [He stares unabashedly at Alex, as the boy returns to his room. To be honest, Damian owns the market on medicinal supplies, after the f3 in Gotham.
But oddly enough the cold compresses have been in highdemand ever since.]

action. It will be awkward but I can actually see that happening.

[faultlesscon]

[Why doesn't Alex know that? Because they don't talk. Not really, but it would be useful to know. Coming back, Alex tosses two to the other and just kind of.. stands there.]

Should I ask what happened?

action. It's ah... er... a balmy room temperature in facility, today?

[thebat_brat]

[He catches them, and turns into his room, leaving the door open, it's some sort of invitation. Because he doesn't know how to send the other on his way after he just helped him.]

...Should I take that as you asking me what happened?

action. ... I'd say it's mild, actually. ... kind of.

[faultlesscon]

[Alex isn't so good with this considering it's Damian so he'll just linger half in the doorway and half in the actual room.]

If you'll tell me then yes, but if not then no.

action. As long as it doesn't go BELOW FREEZING, again.

[thebat_brat]

[Trust me, neither is he. he sets the extra compress on the table, and begins to look the other's packaging over.]

That's roundabout. Make up your mind, whether you're asking or not... Regardless of whether or not I'll respond.

action. Agreed. I won't survive another winter if that happens.

[faultlesscon]

Fine then. What happened that involved you receiving second-degree burns and someone else getting injured?

action. It was a happy new year!

[thebat_brat]

[And. He doesn't respond. Too busy looking at the cold press. For a moment it seems as though he isn't going to respond at all, but finally:]

An associate and I met face to face. Considering the experiment, it was in our best interest for that not to happen.

[Then without waiting:] What led to your wounds?

action. I WAS FROZEN.

[faultlesscon]

[A nod of agreement and he's not about to chastise the other - it'd be hypocritical. Not one to miss a beat, he leans against the door.]

Klarion, mostly.

action. I was DAHYING SLOWLY

[thebat_brat]

Mostly?

[Curious wording, and Damian looks over his shoulder at Alex. Curiouser and curiouser.]

Hm. I see. Are you two close?

action. we could have saved you. COULD HAVE.

[faultlesscon]

I made a post offering to be half a punching bag for those who couldn't keep the urges in. [Don't give him a look he knows it was stupid but he couldn't help it.]

I could ask the same of you and your 'associate'. [He pauses.] Though I'm not sure how to answer that.

action. Tim tried! it was aaaawkward!

[thebat_brat]

[You get the look.] Well, that was innane.

Regardless, how did Klarion's urges manifest? Who towards?
[Don't throw his terms back at him!] We communicate often. [Plus weird adolescent kissing, but he's not bringing that up.]