It's just a scratch
Feb 25, 2014 23:02:36 GMT -6
Post by Aly on Feb 25, 2014 23:02:36 GMT -6
How was it that this young man, collapsed on the ground, in pain, with probably a dislocated kneecap, if not something completely worse, was comforting her? This wasn't supposed to happen. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before her teammates came to the rescue. Penumbra was taking this very well, but that was probably because he was in shock. She knew what kind of pain he was probably in, having suffered many similar ones in her secret nightly career.
Robin came down, immediately all business, and shooting accusations at her. It was to be expected, and did make her feel bad, but she wasn't about to defend herself and tell him it was mainly because of the setting that their new recruit chose. She just sighed, not giving a response. She didn't deserve to defend herself. Robin knew very well how that had affected her, and he was probably in an even worse mood now than if Penumbra had picked a bright sunny field full of daisies, butterflies, and ponies. Okay, maybe he would still be pissed then. Not if it had been a normal, commonplace area.
She rose as the two boys lifted him, staying close, walking with her hand on Penumbra's arm the whole trip across the hall and to their little infirmary. She could tell that this place had an affect on both of her team members, but she knew why. When Cyborg had transferred their patient to the bed, she stood on the other side, still with a hand on her new friend. Whether it was to comfort him or herself, she had no idea. She just had to do it.
Cyborg rolled back the leg of his pants, and Batgirl winced. How was Penumbra not writhing in pain, or shouting out in agony? Well, that would come very soon, when they had to push it back into place. Trying to lighten the mood, she smiled, albeit a small one. “Well, we can always call Starfire over and have her decorate it for you. You may not blend into the shadows as well, but you're going to have to stay off of that thing. You're not going on any missions until it heals. You accepted the communicator, now you have to obey orders.” She teased him, even though her smile was shrinking. "If I have to be your personal jailer, so be it. You're not going to further injure yourself because of something I did."
Robin came down, immediately all business, and shooting accusations at her. It was to be expected, and did make her feel bad, but she wasn't about to defend herself and tell him it was mainly because of the setting that their new recruit chose. She just sighed, not giving a response. She didn't deserve to defend herself. Robin knew very well how that had affected her, and he was probably in an even worse mood now than if Penumbra had picked a bright sunny field full of daisies, butterflies, and ponies. Okay, maybe he would still be pissed then. Not if it had been a normal, commonplace area.
She rose as the two boys lifted him, staying close, walking with her hand on Penumbra's arm the whole trip across the hall and to their little infirmary. She could tell that this place had an affect on both of her team members, but she knew why. When Cyborg had transferred their patient to the bed, she stood on the other side, still with a hand on her new friend. Whether it was to comfort him or herself, she had no idea. She just had to do it.
Cyborg rolled back the leg of his pants, and Batgirl winced. How was Penumbra not writhing in pain, or shouting out in agony? Well, that would come very soon, when they had to push it back into place. Trying to lighten the mood, she smiled, albeit a small one. “Well, we can always call Starfire over and have her decorate it for you. You may not blend into the shadows as well, but you're going to have to stay off of that thing. You're not going on any missions until it heals. You accepted the communicator, now you have to obey orders.” She teased him, even though her smile was shrinking. "If I have to be your personal jailer, so be it. You're not going to further injure yourself because of something I did."
