Hey! For your prompts? Someone recently commented to me that there wasn't enough Dick whump with handwringing family around --which couldn't be more true. I had a flash of Dick and Jason (and jay/dick would be great) and Bruce stuck (snowbound?) in a cabin fretting over a wounded Dick but having limited supplies to treat whatever is wrong. If that inspires you, I'd love to read it. Or, honestly, any Dick whump and hand-wringing over it that sounds good to you, because there can never be enough of it. 😍 Hope you find you muse! 😘
Thanks for the prompt! I don't usually write whump, so this was a bit of a challenge, but I hope you like it :D
The water in the industrial sink in the corner is freezing, but it’s all they’ve got at the moment. Bruce wets a rag—a dirty one, they don’t have anything still clean at this rate—and brings it back to Dick. His face has lost all color by now, eyebrows pulled together in a grimace. He hardly looks like himself.
Jason grabs the rag the moment Bruce reaches out to clean the wound himself. “Make yourself useful and find something we can stitch this up with in that belt of yours,” he bites out. Bruce reminds himself that Dick is important to Jason too. It helps, to know they’re in this together, even if Jason clearly doesn’t see it that way.
He roots through his belt mechanically. He always keeps a small supply of emergency medical supplies, not nearly enough to do anything about the gash in Dick’s shoulder, but it’ll have to do. Once the weather passes they can make their way out and hopefully get an alert to Oracle.
Jason’s got another piece of material—a shirt, maybe—pressed against the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood, while he cleans the surrounding area as best he can. There’s so much blood. He tries to remind himself that Dick’s been through worse, as if that’s a comforting thought at all, but Bruce knows all too well that surviving wounds of any kind has much to do with luck.
Maybe this is the time that Nightwing runs out of it.
He pushes that thought away, pushes Jason’s hand away from the wound so he can get to work. He’s always had steadier hands. Jason’s hands shake when he’s worried. He’s done his own stitches just fine over the years, but right now there’s no way he could hold the needle straight.
He seems to realize this because he doesn’t protest.
It’s not like Bruce doesn’t know they’ve been sleeping together. They might be subtle, but neither Jason nor Dick are equipped to hide their relationship from him, especially when he has Barbara and Alfred on his side.
“Hooking up” is what Barbara had called it. Bruce had been inclined to agree.
Jason watches with sharp eyes as he finishes the shoddy stitching job. Flinches when Dick lets out a groan of pain. They manage to bandage him up as best as possible, and then Jason’s hand returns to grip Dick’s, white knuckled and tight.
They need to get him to a real medical facility. Bruce can only hope they make it in time.
For his own sake, and for Jason’s.
