Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.
But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.
Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.
So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.
The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.
The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.
Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—
He heard something hit the ground behind him.
