"Yeah, you would look great in a loincloth," Dick said with an impish grin, even though his alternate self hadn't been in a loincloth. It was still funny. And there HAD been a lot of skin exposed.
He eyed the robot a little warily. He knew a lot of good AI's. He knew a lot of bad ones, too.
"Food sounds good," he agreed absently, and--grateful to get off his feet--folded to the ground.
It was only then, with the crises over (for the moment) that he realized how very much he hurt.
And Duo was still bleeding.
Dick smothered a sigh. "We should probably take care of your foot again," he pointed out."Hey, uh," he wracked his brain for a name and finally remembered, "Deathscythe. You have any bandages in there?"
Might as well make use of the AI, right? Riiiight.