bakerstreet | ( the minor injury meme. )

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.

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[ 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?

[ 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. ]

( the minor injury meme. )

I'M BACK sorry about that!!

that is completely okay and yay!