[My. There's a rather tight inhale when Dick walks in. He knows what Bruce is going to say, because it's what they say. They both move until they can't. It doesn't ever matter how bad they look or if they've got a broken wing or not. Dick has all but bled out and still tried to keep going. He might have fainted and ended up in the hospital -- damn those Titans. He would have gone on otherwise. There are many reasons he keeps stocked safehouses all over Gotham. He and Jason both do, and they also pilfer older ones, set up by their mentor.

With a sigh that's kept to himself as much as it can be, Dick moves around the bed and to the side where Bruce looks least banged up, the one that doesn't have the broken arm. He sets the stuff out of reach for now, and leans in. He pushes his nose against Bruce's as a means to say hello, and all the other things it says. Let it be annoying. It's what he has to be saying for now. ]

Who do I need to go out and set up against for doing this to you.

[There are darkly serious eyes as they look towards Bruce. He has a feeling that if Bruce didn't finish them off, he won't tell-- but that doesn't stop Dick from trying and it won't stop him from snooping around and finding out someway, somehow later if Bruce doesn't eventually cough it up. Dick can ask for help if he wants it, and considering what Bruce looks like, he might just. It all depends.]

I don't care if you're not hurt, I feel like kicking someone's ass for you.