He was slumped against the side of the sofa in the common room of the tower, feeling all sorts of exhausted. His wings were ruffled and dirty, his suit was not much better; ripped in multiple of places.
He was sure he was going to spend the foreseeable future sewing those up, he thought with a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand. And the thing that brought the whole exhausted look together were the bandages hastily wrapped around cuts.
He just didn't have the energy to deal with them right now. And he knew that if Virgil knew, he would be despairing at the fact he hasn't treated his wounds yet but he was tired...
The bandages were enough for now and, anyway, his body healed a lot faster than normal, a result of his mixed DNA. They could wait for a bit...
Along with the healing faster, his whole metabolism was just generally faster, meaning that a whole range of medications just didn't work for him.
It was truly a bit scary how much he didn't know about his own body, he didn't know how his body worked or how it would react to things. There was a whole other part of him, a foreign alien part that he just didn't understand.
The same sentiment was shared with all the unlucky medical professionals that had to treat him. Most of the stuff he knows about his body, he learnt from first-hand experiences.
He has broken his bones enough times to figure out that they were hollow inside, but somehow still crazy strong and able to withstand lots of force. (Him being able to fly still outright broke physics, but he has long ago given up trying to figure it out)
He knew he could still get sick from normal germs, because he experienced it, and found out in the process that his alien-half was both a blessing and a curse.
On one hand, he recovered slightly faster because of his alien DNA, but on the other, his heightened senses, which he got from his alien side, made the whole experience one thousand times worse!
Saying it was not fun, would be an understatement of the century.
The fast metabolism thing also meant he had to eat more, not as much as a speeder but definitely more than a human. And on an hourly wage like his, that was a hard challenge to fulfil.
He normally went feeling slightly hungry most of the time, it wasn't that bad, he gotten used to it.
He wasn't the only one looking or feeling exhausted, he thought as he looked around the room with tired eyes. Beast Boy was spread out on the sofa, starring blankly up at the ceiling, half-asleep; his uniform dirty and torn in places as well.
Impulse was sitting in front of the sofa, his head tilted back against the sofa as he snored, sound asleep and covered in mud. Even Red Robin looked tired, his cape discarded next to him as sat cross-legged on the floor; his computer sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
There had been a mass breakout at a local prison and so they been out most of the night rounding up them up. They had just gotten back a little while ago and so were dead tired from a night of no sleep. All the others had disappeared to other parts of the tower to recuperate a while ago, leaving just the four of them now.
He yawned again, dropping his head back against the sofa; blinking tiredly. Red Robin glanced over at him. "Tired?" Red Robin questioned.
He smiled softly, "as if you ain't?"
Red Robin rolled his eyes, a small fond smile on his lips. "Nah, chasing down bunches of criminals in the night is my usual.." Despite saying this, a second later Red Robin yawned.
He smirked.
Red Robin glared at him, "Don't. Say. A. Word..."
He grinned at Red Robin, tilting his head to the side with an innocent look. "Say what?" He questioned cheekily, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm.
Red Robin just glared harder, before grinning, and picking up his discarded cape and throwing it at him, hitting square in the face. He yelped as he got a face full of muddy cape, falling backward as he battered the muddy fabric away, his wings flailing about.
Red Robin started laughing.
And before long, he followed suit, a warm feeling in his chest.
He didn't know how he did it, especially with Batman seeming to not like him, for obvious 'former assassin' shaped reasons, but somehow...Somehow he has become friends with Red Robin and Nightwing.
Other than Miss Martian, Nightwing and Red Robin were the closest he has ever gotten with anyone in the superhero world. He guessed that closeness was most present in the fact he knew their secret identities, and they knew his past and who his family was.
He had figured it out on his own, (A fact he was sure Batman probably hated. Also, Tracy Industries was better than Wayne Enterprises!) The same way they had figured out who his family was.
Nobody else knew he was a Tracy or that his family was international rescue; he sure didn't feel comfortable sharing such a personal fact with anybody else. Especially the international rescue part, he was not going to betray his family's trust by revealing that secret to anybody.
Red Robin, he got along really well with. They have been known to work on cases together, and just being...well good friends.
And as for Nightwing...
Honestly the guy sort of taken him under his wing in a sense, seeing that he needed some kind of guiding figure. (Though there was only so far he'll let Nightwing go in that aspect, he already had four big brothers and that was enough for him...)
Though he has a feeling Nightwing has an ultimate motive for doing that, because didn't his big brother Scott go to college with someone with the last name Grayson?
At the end of the day, it just felt good to know that there were people in the superhero community that he could rely on, that knew his whole past and despite his mind constantly telling him otherwise, did care about him...
It didn't fix the gaping hole in his chest where his brothers belonged and were missing, but...
But...It just felt good anyhow...
