Healing is hard to do

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

It's not the getting injured part that's really bothered Dick Grayson over the years - sure, it hurts like hell, and more often than not involves a number of impacts with blunt and sharp and projectile objects - which, while not a pursuit that the average person would encourage or condone, is on average no less dangerous than being a beat cop in the worst areas of Gotham or New York City.

No, it's not the injury that's the worst part of this job. It's the enforced inactivity that comes afterwards in order to allow said injury to heal. This time, it's a broken nose garnered in a recent fight with a bunch of Riddler's cronies. He's got to bring himself more up to date on the crazies around here - that one new clown chick doing a tag-team act with Harley did a number on him, and he's got questions that need answers as a result.

The creation of his own forensic lab and workstations underneath the Clocktower in recent years have at least afforded his spouse some respite from his incessant boredom-induced complaints. It's there he retreats now, over a week since the injury, to go through some files, run a few ballistics and DNA tests on another suspicious John Doe case, and catch up on some Titans-related paperwork.

And take some more painkillers - if he remembers to get around to it.

The Dagwood

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

Bart is in the kitchen at Titans Tower, with a perplexing problem in hand.

On the counter, to his left, is a newspaper - turned to the funny pages. To his right, there are several plates which were, until recently, stacked high with bread, lettuce, tomatoes, and various lunchmeats. There are several half-empty condiment bottles as well.

In front of him, there is .. the sandwich. Inspired by a comic strip, Bart has borrowed a page from his grandfather's techniques of scientific investigation. The sandwich has been constructed, two feet tall.

Now, can it be eaten? That is the question.

Checking in on Hal

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was the discussion with Kilowog.

Maybe it was the complete silence from Hal.

Maybe it was his complete lack of a response when she tried to get ahold of him after she couldn't find anyone who had seen him recently.

Who knows what caused her to decide to look in on him. Probably some of all of the above.

Arisia lands on the deck of his place, looking in through the plate glass door, trying to see if she's going to be walking in on something she'd really rather not.