#docthompkins

[jp-todd-rp]

"So is this the only time I'm going to see you now? When you're covered in your own blood and unable to deny any longer that you need help?" Her voice was stiff, tinged with hurt. But let it never be said that Leslie wasn't direct.

@docthompkins

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Jason would have apologized.

If he could.

But the world swayed in front of his eyes, and the chill spread from his extremities to his core. Fuck, but he really should have gone to Leslie sooner. Or -

Or not get stabbed.

Wait -

No, shit, what has happened?

[mr007pennyworth]

Alfred when other muses are sick:

@brokenthimbles (wifey)- Tea, cuddles & kisses, movies, homemade soup, hot water bottles, cool bed baths and breaking out the night nurse or whatever she demands.

@jp-todd-rpp -( grandson) - Homemade soup, handcuffed to the bed, six boxes of tissues, Netflix subscription and the offer of being sedated because painkiller probably won't work.

@grace-of-gotham (his own nurse) - sleeps in Alfred's bed, gets Alfred's clothes, homemade soup, take out, literally whatever the fuck she wants.

@docthompkins - (Girlfriend) Literally whatever she wants.

@nerdybirdboy - (Grandson) locked in his room and fed energy drinks, whatever he's willing to actually eat for once and made a sedative because little fucker go to sleep!

@richbastardbat -(adopted son) strapped down, sedated.

@dontcxckitup - (army husband) tea, homemade soup, cuddly blanket, as much chocolate as he demands, night nurse, fuck ton of forehead kisses and a box of tissues lobbed at his head.

[undauntedway-blog]

@docthompkins

"It is wonderful to see you again. Master Bruce is not available right now."

[lovepoweredspeed]

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Barry was pacing, looking something between a nervous rabbit and a cage tiger. “Well, I.. I was kind of hoping that you could tell Grace that I’m fine or make up something that will satisfy her without telling the truth because as I hope you might have kinda understood I’m one of Bruce’s teammates and I don’t want Grace to know that not because I don’t trust her but because it would put her in danger and also risk Bruce’s identity to be revealed not that I think she’d do anything on purpose but there’s a lot of really wicked bad people out there and some have abilities and I just don’t want anything to happen to her because I really like her she’s a good friend and I don’t have many of those and she’s doing so much good and can help so many so I want her to stay safe so that’s why she can’t know what I can do and to hide that I have to minimize how much I eat in front of her but I need a lot of food and there’s only so much time I can spend eating and I spend quite a few hours with her and on lectures and stuff where I can only snack relatively normal so I’m not sick it’s just how my body works everything is hyper-accelerated.” Barry finally had to breath and he was now standing in front of Leslie, looking at her like a lost puppy, but a puppy that still had hope. It was a look that were hard to resist and that he wasn’t fully aware he even made. “Will you help me to come up with something to tell Grace?”

[yourethebeeskneez]

Tim considered himself to have an extremely high pain tolerance, he’d always had a moderately high one, but after starting as Robin and then moving on to Red Robin his tolerance had only grown. He could handle most broken bones, fractures, and sprains with relative ease. Bruising, torn muscles, cracked ribs, were all annoyances but he had learned to cope and function with them. Head wounds were a mess, but after a few rest days he was back at it. Burns were a different story, he wasn’t sure why exactly but no matter how often it happened he hadn’t found a way to move past them and cope as if they weren’t there. Whether he burned the tip if his finger on his coffee cup or he burned half his leg in a literal burning building, he had just about the same reaction. There was so little he could do to reduce the pain and it never went away, his whole body would feel hot and then cold and then hot again. It was horrible. 

That horror was exactly what brought him to Leslie’s. Rationally Tim had looked at the burn, acknowledged that it wasn’t ideal, knew that it would leave behind slight scarring, recognized the fact that he needed to get his suit off because it was melted into the burn. It wasn’t great but it was okay. It wasn’t hospital worthy, for him, maybe for your average civilian, but he didn’t need to rush over. He just needed some assistance. Leslie’s was closer than the cave and frankly he didn’t want to talk to anyone back there anyway. The specific instruction to not enter the building still ringing in his ears. He’d checked in, said he was fine, then turned off his coms so he didn’t need to listen to the inevitable lecture that was going to come from Bruce and most likely also Dick. His head was throbbing lightly and his back was screaming with pain as he stepped up to the door knocking twice and waiting. He didn’t speak when it opened, instead just holding up his arm and letting the woman take a look of the burn that was reaching elbow to wrist. 

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[saviorpattcrn]

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"I don't really understand why I'm here, to be honest." And he was- honest. Generally. He didn't mind talking about his feelings or his thoughts, which made the fact that Bruce had insisted he talk to Leslie all the more confusing. If Bruce wanted to check in on his mental health, why not just do it himself?

He wasn't naïve enough to not already know the answer to that question- where he was fine being open, Bruce was a closed book. Maybe he'd talked to Leslie and trusted her, and since he wasn't the best at communication maybe he figured this was for the best. But the real curiosity was why? Dick had done everything he asked, he was great at being Robin, if you asked him. Okay yeah, on some occasions he may go off script with some of the other sidekicks but really what else could they be expected to do when left to their own devices and left to mentor each other? "Have I... did Bruce say if I did something, something he's worried about?"

[nerdybirdboy]

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He followed her back and went into the room when she held the door open. He wasn’t fully as bad patient as Bruce, especially when he came here by his own free will.

Tim chuckled and then winced, moving his face too much hurt. “Probably not, but the one who did this is with GCPD now.” So at least no one else would get hurt. “I think it looks worse than it is, but I know head wounds can be tricky, which is why I came here. And also to clean myself up a little. I look like I’ve been in a King movie,” he joked, even if it was kind of true.

[jp-todd-rp]

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He shouldn't be here.

She probably didn't even want to see him anymore, if she even knew he was alive at all. Who even knew who Bruce had told? And if he had, what had he told them?

He's gone mad.

He's not the same.

He came back wrong.

Jason's still dead.

But there had been a comfort in her offices. Four walls where he could be. Say what he wanted to say, what he thought, where no feeling had been wrong, or shameful, or mad. Not even at his worst. She had sat there, patient, waiting for him to open up, and to work through all he had faced.

Jason didn't know if she could help him now.

But if she couldn't... no one could.

He didn't knock. He just sat there, in the waiting room, elbows on his knees, and face down, knowing she had already seen her last patient of the day and was working through her files. Jason had watched her for weeks, making sure her routine stayed the same, making sure she wasn't being watched.

Not much longer now.

Wonder if she'll even recognize me?

Jason's knee bounced as the seconds ticked away, but he stilled the moment he heard her chair scrape the floor in the other room. And he wanted to run. Like years ago. Push it all back, and hide, and fight through it. But, despite the pain, the green, and the laughter, Leslie's words rang true.

So he stayed.

And watched the door slowly open.