[ Maybe not so fine. Probably not so fine. Damian never admits to being anything but fine, and this time's no different. He grunts as he straightens out, trying to roll to his knees and staggering, once, twice, before getting his feet under him. The back of his suit is toast -- the Nomex did its job, but there's places where the blast burnt the skin beneath gashes in the material, where claws had ripped through.
And, he realizes, balancing to check the back of his heel-- ]
Cut it a little close there, Alfred.
[ Sliced. Somewhere back on Apokolips, there's a chunk of his boot (and foot) left behind where the portal had been. ]
Master Damian--
[ Alfred's turning his best stiff upper lip on Blackhawk, already trying to usher him towards the med bay, but Damian holds off, striding (limping) over to Dick and scowling down at him before dragging him into a rough hug, mindful of injury but inescapable nonetheless. ]
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[ Maybe not so fine. Probably not so fine. Damian never admits to being anything but fine, and this time's no different. He grunts as he straightens out, trying to roll to his knees and staggering, once, twice, before getting his feet under him. The back of his suit is toast -- the Nomex did its job, but there's places where the blast burnt the skin beneath gashes in the material, where claws had ripped through.
And, he realizes, balancing to check the back of his heel-- ]
Cut it a little close there, Alfred.
[ Sliced. Somewhere back on Apokolips, there's a chunk of his boot (and foot) left behind where the portal had been. ]
Master Damian--
[ Alfred's turning his best stiff upper lip on Blackhawk, already trying to usher him towards the med bay, but Damian holds off, striding (limping) over to Dick and scowling down at him before dragging him into a rough hug, mindful of injury but inescapable nonetheless. ]
I am going to kill you, Richard.