( openish ) hear the whispers in the street

[reneger]

Who: jason todd & various
What: may - june catch all
When: may~june
Where: places.

Content Warnings: violence, blood, injury, mild gore

( ooc: open & closed starters posted below; feel free to hit me up at crowbars if you want to plot something! or just throw something down and i'll run with it. )

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[reneger]

( mccoy's hand lowers, and jason's left hand raises, index and middle finger feeling along the line of his nose even as touching it makes him wince. it's been a little fucked since long before this break, but feels closer to how it should around the swelling. most people might say thanks for fixing my fucked nose, but jason's just offering a stupid, smarmy little grin. it'd probably be more effective if his face wasn't busted.

but the guy knew what he was getting into when he decided to interrupt jason's nap anyway. )

If you wanted to strip me, you could've just asked.

( there's the leather jacket, bloodied and ripped in a few places but overall still in decent shape. numerous extra pockets are sewn in all over, although most of them are where it's easier to hide shit. under that, the kevlar-laced compression shirt is armored, but the armor itself doesn't extend down to where it goes down over his elbows, covering just a third of the way down his forearms. it's less for people trying to fuck up his limbs, more for people with guns who might get a lucky shot in. )

[homeostatic]

( Oh, a flirt. Bones snorts while he eases the jacket back off his shoulders and uninjured arm, doing his best to navigate the material around his injury. )

Bruised and bloodied really ain't my type. ( After he drapes the jacket in his lap, sweet as cherry pie: ) Cute as y'are. Keep still, I'm gonna put together a wrap before I try to set it.

( And off he goes to consult with his bucket of odds and ends, unearthing a dull green top sheet he promptly tears into with a pocket knife, pulling it apart in long strips. )

[reneger]

( bones starts pulling at his jacket, and jason - gives up. snorts, and leans forward a little so he isn't pressed up against the wall anymore to slide his good arm out of it before helping to yank off the sleeve of his other arm.

there's a few cuts in the back of the jacket where the glass bottles had cut through, but the glass is gone. so there is that. )

Damn. You really picked the wrong profession then, didn't you?

[homeostatic]

( The sight of those cuts had made him press his lips together, swallowing the outburst on his tongue. It wasn't like it'd help any, just scowling and swearing at the unknown person who worked the man over.

Bones rips another section of sheet down to the end and chuckles, breath clouding in the air. It's barely warmer in here with the both of them, still better than being outside. A fire would be best instead of that cold grate, a thought for later. )

Must be the masochist in me.

[reneger]

You should really get that looked at.

( jason leaned up and off the wall to get his jacket off, and opts to stay slouched forward while bones continues to fuck with his collection of sheets. he could lean back, but figures - it's a waste of energy if the guy's gonna be yanking at him again in a minute anyway. without the jacket, it's fucking cold, but jason doesn't seem worse off for wear. not yet. give him enough time, and his lips'll start turning blue long before he starts bitching in front of people he's unfamiliar with. )

I hear therapy helps.

[homeostatic]

( Sheet-mauling complete, Bones casts a despairing look around their cabin...shack. )

Yeah, ( he says, absently, seizing on a sagging wooden chair where it's huddled up near the fireplace grate, and smashing it against the stone. ) Heard of any good therapists in town?

( Don't let his, y'know, furniture destruction put a pause on their banter. He finds what he's after when the chair back cracks, tossing a couple spindles into the bundle of cloth. )

[reneger]

Unfortunately, everyone I know here's batshit as is.

( it's funny because, you know, batshit. less funny because out of all the people it could have nabbed from jason's side, canada skipped right over the mostly well-adjusted ones and went straight for the three less well-adjusted robins. he's pretty sure damian rates somewhere above him and tim, which is just - sad. he's met others, but not enough to get that good of a gauge on them. it's a work in progress.

much like how fucked he is. )

I could point you to a few clever kids, but I don't think you'd like what they'd start spouting out their mouths.

[homeostatic]

Mm, think I'll pass on that then, but thanks.

( Taking therapeutic advice from a kid? Terrifying.

Seated once more, Bones reaches out to start properly assessing his arm. What he wouldn't give for a working tricorder right now, or even an ancient X-Ray machine. The Franklin's medical tools, old as they were, would at least be of some use.

He's as careful as he can be, palpating with deft, chilly fingers in a slow pathway up his arm, as focused as if he were in surgery. )

[reneger]

( sometimes, when a man gets very pissed off, shoots a guy on live tv, then gets thrown out of an invisible craft floating above gotham onto a very hard rooftop where their adoptive father figure is lurking in the shadows - the land very, very hard on their arm, and fracture their olecranon. jason, at least, is a decent patient once he's been caught by someone who he isn't inclined to run from, and this guy hasn't given him any reason to take off for the hills yet. he's sitting up and letting mccoy fuck with his arm, giving a very monotone ow when he prods at tender areas - less because he's bitching, more because they don't have equipment, and figuring out what the hell's wrong with it could probably use more than just digging his fingers into muscle and bone. )

If you ask me real nice, I'll play therapist.

( with a playful grin, and maybe he's trying a little too hard to get mccoy to fuck off on his own, because, )

Spent enough time in asylums to pick up a few tips and tricks.