Who: Death and Jason Todd What: Jason just got blown up. Warnings: Gruesome stuff When: Around midnight this morning.
By rights, Jason should have been dead. It wasn't often that a girl is close enough to an exploding bomb that it actually forces the air out of her lungs, but Jason had done it and could add that to her long list of life experiences that no one else got to do. Meanwhile, she was bloody, bruised, broken, and burnt.
"Ugh," she muttered. Fortunately, she still had the ability to groan.
All right, inventory, she thought, trying desperately to ignore the various pain signals her body was sending her. My leg hurts. Probably some shrapnel in it. Didn't hit an artery, so I shouldn't bleed out. Clothes half burnt off, but not naked. Also good. I'm wearing boy underwear. Skin blistering, meaning second degree burns. Would probably be worse if I were a guy. Left eye swollen shut. Missing a tooth. Probably got hit in the face with something. She tried to take a deep breath and winced from the pain. Broken ribs. Several. Broken wrist. Probably comes from the awkward position I was in behind the desk.
She took shallow breaths and tried to stay calm. "I knew I should have finished that article when I got it."