Dick offered a small smile and shrugged. "I got no problems with chucking shoes." Even ones off dead people.
He really hoped you couldn't get an infection from that. Hopefully the guy's germs were all dead, too.
He fished out gauze pads and medical tape, then tiny, WayneCorp made packets of topical antibiotics.
He was down to three. He handed them to Duo, the stylized W upright, and tried not to think about it. Home soon. "Those should help numb it a little," he added, closing the pouch with a slide of his hand, making it almost invisible against the slight patterning of the black on his suit.
He offered a lopsided grin, even though he didn't really feel it. "I'd offer you my boots, but I don't think they'd fit."
This walk had seemed a lot shorter when Kisame was running.