Who: Jason Todd and Barbara Gordan What: Playing doctor... or batnurse Where: Gotham Library Rating: PG-13 for now (because Jason's bound to swear) Status: Incomplete
He'd done the whole family reunion thing. Bruce knew he was alive, well sort of, and so did Dick. But with all the crap going down with Black Mask and the Joker, he'd failed to contact the one person he'd probably missed the most out of his family. His older sister. His tutor. His, well conscious. Barbara. He'd tracked her down when he'd come back to Gotham, and had kept her out of everything that had happened, but then things went south for him.
Limping along the street, he knew if he didn't get someone to look after his wounds soon, he could bleed to death. It didn't know what was worse, the pity looks he was getting from random strangers, or that fact that his wounds were from being blow up... again! Just one time he'd like to end a fight where he didn't explode something close to him, once. It wasn't that much to ask.
As the library came into sight, Jason felt his world spin. His adrenaline was gone, and he was going on E right now. He got up the first few steps before grabbing the railing and leaning against the door. He took a few heavy breathes before he noticed people staring at him. He gave them a charming smile, before ducking into the building and looking around. It didn't take long to spot the fire red hair of his target and his tried to make it look as if he weren't bleeding all over their carpet as he made his way over to her.
Leaning against the desk by her side, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a smirk. At least he was trying to. He winced twice as he tried to fold his arms, and his chest burned at the pressure of them rested against it.