[The table would work for what's incoming, but it's not the most comfortable of choices. Instead, Dick wiggles his way onto the singular bed, bumping and moving so that he can spread out enough to pull down the side of his boxer briefs, exposing the explosion of purple and blue-- a canvas of art around a haggard-looking red lightning mark covered in a tiny scrap of ripped up cloth. Dick should be complaining far more than he is, but it's not in his nature.
How many nights did he spend with his mentor, being hit time and again, being taught what Gotham would hold for him? It was rough out there, there was no one on the streets that would ever come to his rescue. He had to do it himself. Some of that wasn't true; Dick found people to surround himself with here and there along his journey, but currently, he was alone and spread out for the singular person he kept company with currently, trusting blindly in him to sew Dick up while he was unconscious.]
Okay, I'm ready. If you're unsure, you can forego the drug and staple me up. I can guide you if needed.
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How many nights did he spend with his mentor, being hit time and again, being taught what Gotham would hold for him? It was rough out there, there was no one on the streets that would ever come to his rescue. He had to do it himself. Some of that wasn't true; Dick found people to surround himself with here and there along his journey, but currently, he was alone and spread out for the singular person he kept company with currently, trusting blindly in him to sew Dick up while he was unconscious.]
Okay, I'm ready. If you're unsure, you can forego the drug and staple me up. I can guide you if needed.