Of course he would figure it out. He was by no means an idiot and he was never one to go without doing a little research now and then. Even so, he didn’t need to where this was concerned. For Dick to just.. Not be around was in and of itself, a red flag. Granted, he knew that sometimes the man would disappear for a few days, even a bit longer– but never like this. Never without some kind of word or warning. There had been nothing. Not one thing to let the demon know he was okay. Despite his best efforts not to be pouting, not to go looking at the damage, he did just that despite himself. Red hues drifted from Dick’s features, pupils slitting and gold flourishing around them as he decided against his better thoughts to take a deeper look at what all was going on. Broken bones, torn this and that, a punctured lung. He wanted to rip the bastard that did this apart.
Even so, he kept himself in check and felt his feathers itching beneath his skin all the more for it. He wanted to help, wanted to do more than just be a bystander. The worst part was that he could’ve helped, he could’ve done something sooner and made this so much easier on the other. His chest tightened, his throat felt like it was in a vice for a moment before Dick spoke and he found himself unwinding every so slightly for it. “Understandable, but still. Kinda wanna kick him in the shin.” Grumbling again, but he couldn’t help it. “Guess ‘Fine’ has the same definition for 'not dead’ in Dick speak too, hmn? But no, I’m fine, in a sense of the original definition.” About as fine as he could be seeing him like this, but he didn’t want to potentially make the other think he was at fault for the pathetic feelings he held. It was perhaps the first time he’d been afraid of divulging his honest identity in this case and while he was warring with himself internally, his nails dug further into his shins to bite him back to reality.
“… Well good luck to the newbie and all the merrier for ya.” A muttered answer as he finished up his own personal exam of Dick before he returned his gaze to those blue eyes he’d been wondering about for weeks now. “I’d say its good to see ya too but it’s better to see that you’re alive more so….” There was a lingering pause, he wasn’t sure what to do or say. How would Dick even react to it? What would happen to this relationship they had when he knew the truth? Would he be afraid of him or perhaps condemn him for what he does on the daily? No no, Dick wasn’t like that and Raven could help. He could make this better. His eyes averted and he rolled his lower lip between sharp jowls for a moment. “I.. Could make it better. S'why I’m so pissed. I could'a made ya better right from the start but.. Listen. I’m about to fuck everything up and ya gotta just.. Just fuckin’ deal with this shit for a minute okay.” Right. It didn’t matter how he felt, what happened to him, none of it; what mattered was potentially being able to help DIck.
So he had to suck it up. What ever punishment he recieved for it would be his own fault. After all, it’d been his own decision to become what he was. He had to pay for any consequence that rose up for it. So he bit the bullet and grasped his shins all the tighter as those emerald flames flared up to engulf him. Despite being fire, they were neither hot nor cool but rather, a gentle warmth that came with their presence before they faded out to reveal what he truly was. Horns protruded from his skull, his hair lengthened and frame covered in a black membrane and feathers, and at his back were two fairly large wings curled up tight against him. “Tellin’ ya not to freak out might be useless but.. Don’t freak out. Now ya can hate me and shit later but.. I need you’re permission to do anything.. So let me help. At least with the severe injuries. I can see 'em all and its.. I just wanna make it better.” Well, there was no turning back now. Even if he could play it off as some dream or hallucination from the pain medicine, that wouldn’t hold up for someone brilliant like Dick.
Nor did Raven even want to lie this time.
He hadn’t wanted to leave Raven int he dark like this.. Not so that the other could find out only a few weeks later he was badly hurt and in the hospital recovering like he was. He hated sitting in the hospital. He highly disliked having to be in the same room--with the same beige walls and same monitor beeping every now and then... Never a change in scenery. Always the same few channels on the television, but none of them something the man wanted to watch. Jason had brought a book, but Dick had already read it... twice.. He was just so tired that when he read it the very first time, he had missed details that were important to the plot. Those details he had caught the second time around, but..
As the raven approached, the blues of the man’s eyes remained on him. He didn’t like the idea of the people in the city bringing any harm tot hose he cared about already. The family was growing.. which meant Dick would grow weary when people so much as looked at others wrong. He was a protector first and foremost. On a positive note, he had been genuinely happy to see the smaller male. “Fine when you grow up in the family I did means alive and maybe having a good mental health day.” He shifted making sure the cap on his water was screwed on tight enough that he could easily unscrew it if he wanted it before setting the bottle back on the surface it rested on.
Raven seemed to surprise Dick from time to time.. Not that it was a bad thing.. But he chose to skip over responding to the words Raven spoke. Confusion crossed the man’s face at the phrase spoken, as though he couldn’t imagine how the other could possibly ruin what they’d managed to build in the time they’d known each other. Terry’d loved spending time around Raven since the day he’d met the other. But the guy presuming that he might ruin the relationship between them had caused some look of concern to spread, the blues of his eyes reflecting such. He didn’t know what he meant, but the man remained quiet for a moment before his face sobered from the concern. “I don’t feel like you could..”
But he noted those flames, the difference in Raven before and after the flames had consumed and died down. He may not have been completely used to the strange things that could be found around Earth. But slowly, he was dulling slowly. Mild shock now settled upon the man’s face as he looked over Raven. “Why would I hate you? Just because you aren’t what I thought you were?” His voice is quiet, a bit of a smile passed his lips. “The only issue with fixing what’s wrong with me is the extent of my injuries.. and that can raise questions if it gets fixed too fast.” He and Bruce had already talked about it. Finding someone that could heal it faster so he could get out of this miserable hospital room.
Bruce had told him the same thing he just told Raven.
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