( the minor injury meme. )

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[batsuits]

(( okay, lmk if you want me to change anything!! i didn't really get super specific verse wise so i can always swap if you want. ))

[ So, the worst part about being in New York, other than everything -- is that he couldn't control the state of play as much as he could in Gotham. Resources were limited and if something bad happened -- he had to think quick and come up with something on the fly. It wasn't how he preferred to do things but he'd been tracking some scum for a while now and it was either catch them in New York or go international. He'd prefer something closer to home.

What he didn't expect was the hell of a fight he had next. Scum was testing some botched cloning devices and instead of creating new humans, the guy just made giant monsters out of body parts. It was a mess, Bruce ended up with a really sharp stab through his middle, a sprained ankle, and was sort of set on fire. That sucked.

He killed the monsters though, caught the scum and left him hanging for the police but there was no way he was getting back to Gotham tonight. Instead, he had to figure out where to go to patch himself up, still bleeding pretty heavily through the body armor and -- oh.

Harley Quinn's safehouse was just around the corner, wasn't it?

He hadn't want her to know he knew where it was, that would be against the point but he is kind of in a jam here and if he knows her as well as he thinks he does, she'll have some first aid supplies. It might also have like, a bag of balloon animals inside, sure, but he'll be able to find some gauze.

So, it's with a sigh that he makes swift work of the next few blocks until he lands on the fire escape outside her place, clutches one hand to his stomach and the other just punches right through the glass. He's really got to get horizontal stat so in the end, he just sort of... tumbles through the window and sprawls across the floor, taking a moment to just sort of ruminate on his wound.

After all, there's no way she's here right now, right? ]

[heartcheeked]

[ New York, baby! The chance for Harley to make herself over again and become her own woman. A far more goody goody than what Mista J thought her capable of but she didn't care what he thought anymore! She freed herself, not only from him but from everyone else tearing her down or making her into something she didn't want to be. No one knew of her capabilities but they would see them soon enough! They could doubt all they wanted, in fact, she actually wanted them to because then she could surprise everyone! Oh, she loved surprises and all the screams they caused. Plus, all the bright colors and presents. Who didn't love presents?

Skipping her way through the backalleys, she stopped just short of one of her safehouses to make sure no one followed after her. Usually, she loved admirers but they couldn't know all her secrets! A girl needed some time to herself sometimes. Wink wink.

With the coast clear enough, she reached for the doorknob, yanking it with care to slip inside the darkness. Why did secret places have to be such gloom and doom? Why couldn't they be pretty and pink? Everything was better with a splash of pink and sometimes red.

The sudden POW BAM CRASH made her gasp, Harley dropping everything in her arms. ] OH NO! [ She pouted at once, falling to her knees to mourn the ceramic kitten for a moment or two. Someone would get if for destroying her prettiness!

Stalking over to the sound of the crash, her eyes practically lit up by the sight greeting her. How unexpected! ]

Lookie! Lookie! Caught myself a bats! [ The words were a sing song, Harley swaying back and forth with delight. ] Whatcha doin' on the ground? [ Her eyes squinted to try and figure it out but eventually she noticed the wound. ] Oh! OH! Ya hurt. Dontcha worry none. Ole Harley will patch ya up right and good! [ She didn't give him a chance to reply before she skipped off to grab for one of her many first aid kits. It didn't take her too long to drop down beside him like she just had with the broken kitten. Her fingertips flung out balloons, a rubber chicken and even a tub of glitter out of the way to reach for some wipes and gauze. ] Suga, this is gonna sting.

[ She ripped open the package and looked far too pleased with the prospect of 'treating' batman. ]

[batsuits]

[ There's that moment Bruce is familiar with, the one where he's flung himself into something that goes far, far, far past his depths. He's not one for retreat though so there's just the flare of panic and then regroup, action, attack. If he's usually offense, he does defense. That sort of thing.

He feels that when he hears Harley. The sharp burst of panic and then bitter of course rings through his head. He doesn't dislike her, no, not anymore. He knows Harley's trying her best to come out of Joker's thumb, more of a victim than a villain. Her morals still leave something to be desired but his general MO is to leave her alone unless she's hurting someone. Rehabilitation for her seems to be better suited to the wilds than Arkham and right now, she's technically done her time.

He still doesn't want her patching his wounds. So, as she slides down to her knees in front of him and starts going through her things (hah, he totally called the balloons), he's going to jerk out a hand to get her attention -- not really having the strength to properly grab her. ]

No, no. Harley, don't. Just... give me the gauze, I'll do it myself.

[ Actually, he kind of can't. The wound's in an awkward place on his side and even trying to sit up like this is making him see spots but. Dear god, he can't let Harley patch him up. He can't sink that low. ]

[heartcheeked]

[ Unlike Bruce, Harley felt downright giddy over their current situation and having the chance to play caregiver. No one really let her for some reason! She never understood why. Didn't she have a trusting face? Okay, maybe not but at least a nice one! Nice looking faces could do great things, thank you very much. Great, helpful things and no one locked them up for it!

Harley believed she always helped others. Sometimes, people just needed an explosion or two. Other times, they needed someone to knock them on the head and she always felt willing to lend her expertise.

A completely unimpressed look pulls at her features, cheery red lips nearly forming a pout. ] Ya can't even touch me! How ya expect to help yerself, suga?

[ Pepping right back up, she shook at her head, pigtails flying about her face. She would save the Bats! It had to earn her a lot of good karma points, right? Make up for the recent run ins she had with some other do gooders. Being on the 'right' path could be SO dull.

But Harley didn't consider herself no square! Oh no, sirree. ]

Sit still, y'know, lemme take care of it. [ Beginning to smirk now, she shifted her body, practically straddling him to rub at the wound with the aesthetic wipe. Did she need to straddle him to do it? Of course not, but she couldn't be completely selfless here. If he needed help, she needed something out of it.

Made them square. The good kind of square like the lemon kind!! ]

[batsuits]

[ So, there's two ways he can deal with this.

1) Stubbornly refuse to let Harley touch him. He could probably make it out of her window again but he wouldn't go far without passing out from blood loss. The exertion and stress of her arrival has made the energy he had to patch himself up go out the window and now he's not really in a good way. He could probably try and call outside resources but there's little chance they'll get here before he goes unconscious. Even if it was someone like Clark.

2) Let Harley patch him up. She's absolutely insane and even though she keeps the vapid front, she's definitely not stupid -- surprisingly strategic and cunning when she wants to be. She's probably done this hundreds of times before and in even worse situations. Push comes to shove, her fingerprints are already registered in his cowl and if she tries to lift it, the paralyzing agent will be released and she won't be able to move without his antidote.

So, he sighs and even though he slaps at her hands a little (why is she sitting on him now?), he does shift to lean up on his elbows with a wince. All she needs to do is push up the kevlar and take care of the wound on his side, closer to his hip than his ribs. She can do that, right? ]

Why are you sitting on me.

[ He's not even going to bother with inflection there. And at least it isn't a stop! ]

[heartcheeked]

[ In Harley's viewpoint, she saw things as a prime bonding experience! Saving the life of the bats would earn her some good karma, right? She could let him die, after all, and shove his body into the dumpsters for someone else to find. How long would it take before the rotting started to set in? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

Her nose crinkled slightly, pout more prominent from the slapping but she remained undeterred. If she stopped every time someone slapped her, she'd never finish anything! At least without Mista J, she endured far less than she normally would have.

Her level of missing him ranked incredibly low. There with the rotten bodies in dumpsters! ]

To reach ya, suga! [ The words were said far too brightly and she shifted her hips a little just to annoy him and to make it more fun for her.

Gazing at the wound for a moment, she gave him a stern look. ]

Ya be a good boy. [ Well practiced fingers swept the cloth over the wound, trying to not press too hard even if she could have. SEE? New leaf, turnabout goody good. Leaning back in an evident show of her flexibility, she snatched for the gauze to wrap the wound with. ] Whatcha been doin, bats? Someone got ya good. Or somethin'. [ With a faint hum, she patted the wound, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. ] Won't even charge ya! This one's free.

I'M BACK sorry about that!!

[batsuits]

[ He doesn't even have the strength to push her off which is just -- it just figures, doesn't it? His night's really taken a 180 and he genuinely, genuinely thought the mutant monsters were probably going to be the worst thing to happen to him today. No, this definitely outdoes it, even if not the same physical strain. He wonders who she's going to tell about this -- what's going to happen. Joker will probably want to beat her for helping him, he'll have to keep tabs on her just to make sure that doesn't come to pass.

When he speaks, it's grit out and a little mean. He supposes he shouldn't take out his frustration on her, she is doing him a kindness after all, but this whole situation does rankle his nerves a little. ]

Mad scientist. Growing monsters out of human remains. The usual.

[ Which, sadly, yeah. This really is the usual. Probably not the first time Bruce has seen someone do something like this. It just figures it would be in Brooklyn this time. God, Bruce hates New York.

Wait -- ]

You don't charge people for First Aid, do you?

that is completely okay and yay!

[heartcheeked]

[ Full out giggling, Harley finished with the patching up of Batman's wounds and sprung back to her feet in seconds. The first aid kit slammed shut with a thud and she pushed it off to one of the corners in the warehouse to retrieve later. She had plenty of safehouses and kept each one fully stocked with the necessary supplies, which often meant clothing and accessories but she had other less useful things as well.

Carefully focused eyes took in the surrounding area for a moment and she threw her arms out in excitement when something occurred to her. YES. ]

Looks like we're havin' a slumber party, Bats! [ Who would have ever thought she'd be this close to the Bats and civil. Mostly. He talked kind of rude but not as much as Mista J or pretty much everyone else. People tended to talk to her like they thought she couldn't easily understand things. ]

Ya gotta charge for what you're good at. [ She gave him a pointed look, marching over to grab for a cot to unfold and slap down a little ways from his space on the floor. ] There ya go. [ With a soft exclaim, she grabbed for a pillow and a blanket to dump messily on the cot. See? Other useless things she tended to keep around. Having soft things always felt odd for her. ]

Ya need anythin'? Drink? [ Look at that! Being nice and everything. Hospitable. ]