Tim Drake-Wayne (redrobin) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-01-07 20:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, huntress, red robin |
WHO Tim & Helena
WHAT Some talking & nose setting
WHEN Immediately after she breaks his nose
WHERE Drake Manor
WARNINGS None
As soon as he heard the lock click on the door, Tim reached up blindly to open the door and he scooted out of the way so that he could open it and then crawl in. His head was pounding and there was blood all over the front of his shirt and his nose, so he definitely looked a mess, but he wasn’t concerned about that at all. In any way. What he was concerned about was just how much damage he caused being a stupid idiot. He couldn’t even tell Helena the real reason he’d been drinking. Delivered from his stocking was a Huntress purple batarang and he knew what it was. A warning. The who was obvious and it just made his blood boil. She was off limits and he would happily put himself between Ra’s and Helena if it meant keeping her safe. The alcohol had been a bad idea in hindsight, and it could have gone a lot worse, but he wasn’t thinking about those things right at that moment. He was concerned about Helena and how badly he’d betrayed her trust. “Helbs?” Tim whispered softly, his broken nose not the first of it’s kind. “I’mb sorby, Helbs. So-b sorby,” he apologized again, reaching out to hug her but giving her plenty of time to rebuke him if she wasn’t interested. She dodged his hug but not for the reason he thought. "You're bloody." She pointed out, even though she was the cause of it. Glancing up, she saw the blood still sluggishly coming out of his nose and cursed softly. "Sorry, Timmy." Grabbing some toilet paper, she handed it to him. "Let's get you cleaned up." It was easier than thinking about how Kara knew now. Even if she didn't know all of it, she still knew plenty. Helena hadn't meant to break his nose, not really, even if he did deserve it for letting that one slip to her BFF. "And then I'll set your nose." After that he could comfort her and it would give her a chance to finally get calmed down. Standing up slowly, she took him by the hand over to the sink so they could wash him off. He really hadn’t been thinking, the alcohol clouding his judgement far more than anything else and Kara’s meddling just frustrated him. He couldn’t have Helena. She didn’t like men and she was obviously crazy about Kara. That was why he’d sent her the reservations for some pretty romantic places, but she’d gone and changed the reservations. Tim was mad at her, mad that she just couldn’t see that he was waving the white flag and she was pushing it back on him. Pushing back something he couldn’t have. It sucked. The broken nose and Helena’s conversation with Kara had sobered him up pretty quick, but the pain was still there, a dull throbbing in his head. Helena dodged the hug and he tried not to take it to heart, even though she followed that up by saying he was bloody. He was, so he acquiesced and took the toilet paper and dabbed at his nose trying not to make it hurt any more than it already was. Tim followed her to the sink, even though standing hurt like hell. Grabbing one of the washcloths from the towel rack, he handed it over to her. “Ib’s nob as babd as ib loobs,” he promised, but he wasn’t sure if it mattered anything. "I'm never telling you a secret again," she said, but took the bite out of her words by smiling at him as she started the tap again, waiting until the water ran cold before wetting a washcloth and dabbing lightly at his face with it. She really nailed him. A little part of her felt bad about it until she remembered exactly what he'd done and then she felt significantly less bad. Of course, she didn't know about the see sawing that Tim and Kara had done with the gifts that included her, not yet. "We're going to have to get you a cold compress too. It doesn't look bad now but it will later." It was still too early for the bruises to start forming, but it wasn't going to be long. "You're probably going to want to take off your shirt before the blood stains it." The fact that this was Tim and that she'd never seen him shirtless didn't even register, she was too focused on what she needed to do to help him. He winced, and it wasn’t because of his nose. He’d lost her trust and he’d have to work to get it back, but he’d do it. It was Helena. There was no other option. Tim didn’t bother trying to explain. He didn’t even want to, not really. Not when it could basically be construed as a tug of war and she was the rope. Maybe that punch had knocked some sense into him. “I thib I’be got steab in the freber,” he offered, wincing but valiantly trying to hide it as she cleaned off his nose and mouth. There really had been quite a bit of blood. The note about his shirt had him glancing down and she was right. He’d ruin it if he didn’t get it washed off quick. Without thinking, he tugged the shirt over his head and dropped it into the skin, turning the water a lukewarm to let the blood run out. His torso had a few bruises and scrapes that were mostly healed, but that was it. Surprising, but most of what he’d been doing recently was surveillance. “Thanbs.” "Steak, or frozen peas should work," she said quietly as she turned the water on cold to keep the blood from sticking to the fibers of his shirt. Hels wouldn't ever tell him where she learned that trick, or why, but it had saved her some embarrassing moments when she was younger. But then she caught sight of the bruises and the healing scrapes lining his torso and raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't get those from surveillance," she pointed out, still quiet as she washed out the washcloth and got it wet enough to finish cleaning him up. As mad as she had been a few minutes ago, she'd spent it when she'd broken his nose. She could, on occasion, forgive easily. "Do you want to talk about it?" Grabbing a towel, she handed it to him so she could blow everything he needed to out of his nose before she set it. Tim nodded as best he could without causing himself too much of an added headache. Broken noses sucked. He was content to leave it at that, but then she commented on the state of his torso. “Ib’s nubbing,” he replied, giving a slight shake of his head as he took the towel and cleared out his nose. “Cab you jub fib ib?” There wasn’t much of a point talking about what he went through to get to the point where all he was doing was surveillance. He was honestly more concerned about how she was feeling, how annoyed she was with him, and what the repercussions were going to be. Not to mention they still had a family dinner to get through. Things were complicated to say the least and there was a throbbing in the front of his face that was getting steadily worse. "Yeah. Sit down." This was going to hurt. Once he was seated on the toilet, she formed a triangle with her hands and placed it snugly over his nose. "Breathe in, out through your mouth." As soon as she felt his breath on the heels of her palms, her hands came closer together and she tugged, straight down until his nose was back in place. "Stay there." She didn't want him to fall over and pass out. Leaving the bathroom, she went to get a bag of frozen vegetables out of the freezer and rifled through the medicine cabinet until she found two tylenol with codeine. It'd work. Taking the bottle with her, Hels came back to the bathroom and handed two pills to Tim. "Take these." Wrapping a washcloth over one side of the frozen bag, she handed that to him next. "You want to try to get somewhere more comfortable now or later?" He tensed for a brief moment but then forced himself to take the deep breath Hels suggested. It hurt, a white hot pain shooting up his nose, but he could handle it. Or, he tried to, but he couldn't stop his eyes watering. Getting his nose set sucked but the sooner the better as far as the healing process was concerned. She told him to stay there but he wasn't going anywhere and the look he gave her said as much. Tim rocked a little while she was gone, but he held himself steady when she reappeared. He didn't want her worried or anything. "Thanks," he replied, and he knocked back the pills a lot more gently than he'd knocked back those shots less than an hour ago. "Uhhhh. Later. Don't want to move," he added after thinking for a moment. "Floor?" It was closest. "We need to talk, too. About Kara." The floor was closest and if he decided he was going to pass out, it wouldn't be far to fall. It happened sometimes after someone got their nose set and Hels knew it. "What about Kara?" She asked as she sat down first, leaving him plenty of room to come down. Tension made her shoulders tight, but she'd already broken his nose -- as far as she was concerned, they were even. Or mostly. Her pinky twitched when she remembered how loudly he had told Kara that she wasn't into guys. The only thing that kept her from giving him a black eye to go with his broken nose was the knowledge that he hadn't done it to be spiteful. If he had, he could have set his own damn nose. He wasn't going to pass out without a fight so once things stopped spinning a bit, he carefully slid down to the floor with all the grace of a walrus. Tim had almost forgotten that she replied to his statement and he was still trying to get things in order. Everything just made his head hurt. "You should tell her." With Ra's threatening her, she needed someone outside the family to be with her. Someone who could handle a few more things safely than Hels could. Kara, from what info he'd gotten off Spencer, could be that person for her. "I didn't mean to tell her anything. I just...got mad at her." He didn't necessarily want to talk about it because he didn't want to bad mouth her, but Kara had just made him feel worse and he didn't like that. "She can do that," Hels said with a wry smile. As much as she loved Kara, there were times when her bestie made her crazy. It was something she'd grown used to and now she wouldn't change it for the world. "I'm not telling her anything and neither are you," she added, poking his thigh with the tip of her shoe. They'd already talked about this and in no way was Hels ever going to tell Kara about how she felt. She hadn't even wanted to tell Kara as much as Tim had told her and telling her anything more than that -- out of the question. "You saw her on the journals. She's completely, utterly straight. There's no point in telling her anything more than what's been said." "She's completely and utterly crazy," he muttered, shaking his head with a slight smile. "I don't know. Maybe I don't care all that much because you were completely, utterly gay before we did anything and now I'm just...me." They hadn't really talked about it, other than him insisting he wouldnt pressure her into anything. "Maybe it doesn't really matter. I don't know." He shrugged and thought about the purple batarang he found in his stocking. Tim almost told her then, but he couldn't. Not so close to Christmas. After, he'd tell her. "Sorry." She nudged him a little harder with her foot. While Hels couldn't deny that maybe they were a bit out of the ordinary, even in Gotham, Kara was still her bestie. "She's just Kara." At him mentioning her own preferences though, she looked down and away from him, because that was the kick right? She thought she was one way and she wasn't. Or, at least she wasn't when it concerned Tim. Her knees came up, closer to her chest as she wrapped her arms around her middle. "She's not going to change and it's just going to cause problems. I've dealt with it. I don't need to tell her." Tim sighed softly and tugged her over so he could get his arms around her. "I'll stop bringing it up then, but..." He trailed off though because he didn't know what to say. Instead, he just kissed the top of her head. "It'll work itself out, Hels. Promise." He didn't want to make her uncomfortable or upset. "Damian gave me the whiskey," he murmured, his eyes closing as he realized just how tired he was. "It's a truce." "No buts, Timmy," Hels said as she leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes. "No buts." Bringing it up wasn't going to change anything, neither was saying anything more to Kara about it. "You two making up?" She asked as she wrapped one arm around his waist and glanced up at him. Not for the first time, she knew it would be easier if she could just feel instead of thinking about it. She couldn't do that though. "That's good. Really good," she said, looking down again as her fingers splayed out over his ribs, careful of the bruises and healing cuts. "Ok," he agreed quietly. "No buts." He had a million of them ready but none he was willing to say. Not now. Maybe later, he'd go back to the topic, but there was always a chance she'd figure things out before he had to. "Sort of. He sent the whiskey." Or was it scotch? Tim couldn't remember but he didn't think it mattered much anyway. "I think it's for the best if we at least try." And how weird was it that the first person he'd thought of was Damian? Tim was trying not to think too hard about it and with her in his arms, it was an easy task. "Looking forward to Christmas?" He leaned his head against hers and let his eyes close. He was dozing, without a doubt, but he didn't want her to leave. Not just yet. "It is." Time was too short to cut out family. Her fingers remained spread out over his ribs, her touch light. Helena wondered if she should be touching him at all, bare skin reminded her of that night on the roof, but she needed this time with him too. They were more than just that night. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled a little closer, her forehead touching the curve of his neck. "Yes," she said, smiling. "Have you decided to come to Christmas dinner or are you still trying to hold out?" He was glad she thought it was a good idea, mostly because it was someone he trusted affirming his decision. He was making the right choice and that was the important thing. They needed to all be doing the right thing if they were going to have half a chance of making this work. “Good,” Tim murmured softly. It was very good. She curled in closer and he shifted to nuzzle her slightly. “Yea, I’ll come. Know you want me to, and it’d be good.” He could make her happy and it’d be good for him. For them. Good was good. "You sound sleepy," she said quietly, fingers straying further down his side. "Don't fall asleep yet. I have to make sure that you're not passing out on me." Maybe she'd be able to talk Kara into coming too and then she'd have the both of them there, with her, celebrating Christmas in her parent's house. The idea made her smile again, her legs drawing up, feet hooking under his calves. "I do want you to come. We'll have fun." It might not be the snowball fight that she, Damian and Dick had while looking for a Christmas Tree, but it would be all of them. “Am sleepy,” he replied. “Bed? Then sleep?” His grip tightened around her waist though, because he didn’t want her to go. Tim didn’t say anything for a few minutes, accidentally dozing off until he remembered she said something about having fun. “We always have fun,” he replied, trying to be somewhat flirtatious. He’d completely forgotten the context of that particular conversation. “Stay tonight?” Just for the night, just for a few hours. She wouldn’t have had any trouble figuring out just how much he wanted her to stay given the way he spoke, so soft and somewhat hopeful. It wasn't-- smart. It wouldn't be a smart thing to do, but she found herself nodding anyway. Hels would stay and wake him up to make sure that he was all right. It'd be easier that way, right? "Yeah," she said, slowly unwinding her body from his before moving to her feet and squatting at his side. This time her arm wrapped around his back, hand under his armpit to help him stand up. "Don't pass out on me." Her saying that she’d stay was enough to get him to open his eyes and put a decent effort into getting up and making it up to bed. Tim was grateful for her support, managing to pull himself up by bracing a bit against the wall. It was slow going, getting all the way up the stairs, but he just pulled her into the nearest bedroom as opposed to going all the way down the hall to his room. “Want something to change into?” He’d find her a tshirt or something if she wanted. He sat himself on the bed and looked very much like he wanted to just fall asleep. "Yeah, but I can find something. You get in bed." Hels had been in this manor enough times to know where Tim's room was (and where technically her's was) that she could get there without his help. "I'll be back in a minute." She'd grab him a new shirt to wear too. Leaving the door open, down the hallway she went to his room. She stopped at the dresser to rifle through his t-shirts before she finally grabbed one that she could change into and one for him. Not one to just sleep in a t-shirt and panties, another drawer yielded shorts, or what she thought was shorts as she changed out of her pants and slid into a pair of them. Her clothes in hand and his t-shirt in the other, she came back to the room they were crashing in and tossed it to him. "Need help getting it on?" Tim nodded and waited until she was out of the room to let himself flop to the side. He bounced a little, which jostled his newly set nose and caused him to say ow, but it was really comfortable. He pulled his legs up so that he was laying down on his side and then realized it was probably better if he didn’t sleep in his jeans. Rolling over, he got on his back before sliding them off and tossing them on the opposite side of the bed. Clad only in boxers and socks now, he maneuvered himself under the covers and closed his eyes. Not a moment later, and the soft weight of a tshirt landed right on him. Tim groaned and opened one eye, only to be greeted by the sight of Helena in his clothes. His tshirt and boxers, more specifically. “Got it,” he replied, more of a murmur than anything else, and carefully pulled it on before settling back under the covers. “Come on,” he encouraged sleepily. “S’warm.” She didn't watch him get dressed -- she didn't, even went so far as to turn her head and make herself busy by putting her clothes on the dresser. Once he was encouraging her back, she turned around and grinned at him. "Behave yourself," Hels said quietly as she slid under the covers and settled in. Sleeping in the same bed as anyone else was something that was still relatively new to her -- she'd done it over the past five years with Kara, but before that only very infrequently. Now that the door had been opened, she found she wanted it more. "I'm waking you up every hour. And sleep on your side so you don't choke to death," she said as she rolled onto her own side and set the watch at her wrist to wake her up in an hour. Tim wouldn't have cared if she woke him up every twenty minutes. She felt warm and solid, exactly what he needed. He was on his side behind her, spooning her, and his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. "Mmkay," was his only reply as he buried his face against her neck and let sleep overtake him. |