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Dick had learned long ago that while he tended toward being reckless in some matters when it came to bats and birds, caution was always necessary. He'd messed up enough when it came to Jason. This was something special, and fucking around, even with little things like injuries, words, or security systems, shouldn't be a thing he took for granted.

When he saw Tim finally approaching as Red Robin, the breath he'd been having trouble holding onto finally came in regular draws. There was a particularly wounded approach, but it was better than not seeing him swing in. Taking up to the roof in a matter of seconds, Dick was beside him. "Hey, baby. I'm sorry you ended up so messed up. I know it's all part of what we do, but I will still be concerned when stitches are involved." Moving inside after his lover, Dick took a glance around and figured out where he could stash his stuff for the night.

He'd come in costume as well and had already begun carefully shedding bits of it. The mask was painful, as it yanked at his face when he tried to pull it off quickly. They were never made to be yanked off without a bit of help, but he wanted to lay more direct eyes on Tim. He wanted to touch him with his own fingers and be free of the bulletproofing and layers he wore that protected him from the world.

"Let's see where you hurt yourself. I want to check it and ensure the field stitchings will hold. I am certain you did a perfect job, but you're mine, and I feel that... I don't know. I know that I need to take care of you. Do you want me to draw you a bath or a shower?"