[ truthfully, Dick doesn't know what he wants the outcome of this to be, but it's with a deep resigned sigh that he slides off the bed and into his unassuming dark civvie clothes to find Terry. ]
Sit tight. I'm on my way.
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Mine was in my forearm.
[ when they finally meet up, it's at Terry's apartment in this strange, future-Gotham. they're seated at the dining table and a small metal tray sits in front of them, complete with a scalpel and a pair of tweezers. Dick holds out his left arm and rolls up his sleeve, points to the tiny little scar near the top of his forearm. ]
Jason had two. One in his arm like mine, and one in his upper thigh. Guess Bruce figured an arm was too easy to lose or something. This is just my phone with a scanner that picks up on the frequency that Bruce likes. My Bruce, anyway.
[ he holds out his phone to show it to Terry. the bright screen displays a radar that's currently empty. a part of him hopes that it stays empty, too, that Terry is right, and that there is some version of Bruce who doesn't try to track everything and everyone he knows. ]
aww poor bb (rubs hands together)
Sit tight. I'm on my way.
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Mine was in my forearm.
[ when they finally meet up, it's at Terry's apartment in this strange, future-Gotham. they're seated at the dining table and a small metal tray sits in front of them, complete with a scalpel and a pair of tweezers. Dick holds out his left arm and rolls up his sleeve, points to the tiny little scar near the top of his forearm. ]
Jason had two. One in his arm like mine, and one in his upper thigh. Guess Bruce figured an arm was too easy to lose or something. This is just my phone with a scanner that picks up on the frequency that Bruce likes. My Bruce, anyway.
[ he holds out his phone to show it to Terry. the bright screen displays a radar that's currently empty. a part of him hopes that it stays empty, too, that Terry is right, and that there is some version of Bruce who doesn't try to track everything and everyone he knows. ]
Give me your arm.