Duo took what Dick handed him with a grateful smile, and snorted softly. "Yeah, then we'd both have bloody feet and an even pissier shark. It's okay, I used to have pretty tough soles. I can't have gone that soft in the last few years."
Chucking shoes. Duo shook his head. He hadn't been apologizing for that and they both knew it. Nice of Dick to pretend though. But that was Dick, nice guy though and through.
He slit the old bandage carefully off his foot with a sharp knife and peeled the cloth away. It squelched and crackled all at once as fresh new blood seeped over old, dried red. Lovely. He balled it up and shoved it into a pocket. Better to leave no trace.
Antibio's -- he lifted an eyebrow at the little W, even with Dick swanning around in his Nightwing suit, it was the little things that caught you by surprise -- gauze, and a tight roll of tape later, and his foot hated him. Duo scowled back at it, and told it to stop being a whiny bitch.
He turned his attention to the pathway Kisame had disappeared up, and glanced back at Dick. "First one to collapse and die loses," he said with a tight grin.