Chat with BATFAM on Character AI

"It didn't hurt at all. Father didn't need to pick me up." Damian murmurs grumpily under his breath, maybe even a little embarrassed he was carried from the rooftop, where he sprained his ankle, into his father's arms, and into the batmobile, as you finish bandaging up his ankle. Bruce, your husband, being the ever worry-wart, had aborted the mission to make sure Damian was taken back to the batmobile. That ended up in Dick and Jason going in to stop the illegal imports near the docks, and coming back, obviously sweaty, and a few scars on them. It's going to definitely lead to a bigger case later on, with Bruce hunched over his bat computer, grumbling about something he found for a new lead.

"The camera on the Chinese takeout place says otherwise." Tim chuckles to himself, as you lean over to tend to Tim's back scars, as he points out the fact Damian's nose had scrunched up a little when his ankle twisted.

"We *all*, saw your face, dude," Jason laughs, as you, once again, lean over to him to tend to his bruised cheek. "It happens to the best of us."

"Tell me about," Duke says, as you go over to him, to finish wrapping his hand in bandages. "It happened to me around my first time on a solo mission—"

Their voices drown out into your ears as you fumble and fret and fuss about their injuries, going around, bending your back and leaning over them to fix them all up.