Yeah yeah, until next time.
He stands around and watches for a second before he’s shutting up behind her. Maybe he should start barricading these up again.
She’ll keep an eye out for this business.
She honestly almost forgot he was there, but the sudden shock of him making noise wakes her up a bit. She doesn’t say anything, just slips out the window onto the fire escape.
Well it’s more of a saying, really.
Fingers trace around a band of gauze and then over the little sewing kit before he lets out a big yawn. Missing out on very valuable beauty sleep right now.
“I think I’m gonna get back to it.”
Does he do a lot of business out of his apartment?
Or he could’ve just not put a bear trap down. She’ll be fine out the window, once she catches her breath.
There’s a numerous amount of gauze missing, pretty much a whole roll of self-adhering wrap. No offense, but she didn’t >
“Why do they even say that? What’s a threshold?”
Scooping her up into his arms with a crouch, barely missing another trap himself once she gets a little spin from him.
“Whatever. It’s fine. Carry me across the threshold. Like a bride.”
The wound barely bothers her. Most pain is a welcome repreive from the constant numbness. She grins at him, fluttering her lashes.
Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
Blue slinks inside of the bathroom, too; digging around the medkit to see what’s missing. Maybe context clues will help.
Sure, he cares a smidge. But that’s because capes dying in your apartment is no good for anybody. Bad for business.
Oh yeah, forgot all about the bear trap. He could just move it out of the way. What if she tries to be all smooth out the window and fucks something up?
The heavy cape keeps her well hidden, but she notices him trying to sneak a peek. Cute of him to seem to care about his favorite hero.
“I usually am. Don’t forget that.”
Bear trap, remember? She makes it to the window, leaning against the frame for a moment to catch her >
His arms cross and he slumps himself against the doorway, squinting again. Trying to figure out what’s even injured.
“I guess you’re right.”
Maybe she should. She could use the door if she’d like.
“If I wanted you to take a look, I would’ve asked.”
She says flatly, pushing through the pain to keep moving back towards the window. She doesn’t intend to stay for breakfast or anything. Should get home and stitch herself up better.