A/n: I know I should maybe add more variety to the fandoms I write for this event but also, these guys just make it so easy…

Today's prompts: Bleeding through bandages, reopening wounds, "oh, that's not good"

"Oh, that's not good," Nightwing hissed softly, inspecting the shiny red liquid on his gloves.

"What? What's not good?" Red Hood hissed back, glancing over his shoulder at Dick. He was keeping lookout at the end of the alleyway, gun at the ready. They were both panting, having run from a violent gang to regroup.

"I'm bleeding."

Jason's head whipped back towards him. "You didn't get hit that badly though, did you?"

Dick leaned against the wall, closing his eyes as he rested his head on the bricks behind him. "No," he huffed. "It's from a few days ago. Stupid stab wound won't stay shut. Must have bled through the bandages when I got kicked in the side."

"Didn't stitch it right?" Jason smirked, and Dick stuck his tongue out at his brother in response.

"I'm better at it than you."

"That's not saying a lot."

"You just insulted yourself," Dick scoffed.

"I'm not the focus here."

"Search the alleys!" An angry shout came from around the corner, and the two brothers sobered.

"Can you climb?" Jason asked, checking the number of bullets in his gun as he turned back to the opening of the alley.

"I'll be fine," Nightwing nodded, pulling out a smoke bomb. The two brothers were long past having to communicate their plans verbally, so when the first few goons appeared, they knew what to do.

Nightwing tossed the smoke bomb and it landed at the gang members' feet, quickly filling the alleyway with white smoke. As Red Hood fired his rubber bullets at the men, Nightwing made his way to the rooftops, ignoring the pain in his side. His brother joined him a few moments later, and they ran, flying across the top of Gotham's buildings.

Once the confused and angry sounds of the gang were no longer heard, they slowed, Nightwing letting Red Hood take the lead. The closest safehouse was Jason's and they knew they needed to retreat. They'd underestimate this gang, so they'd be back with more resources, but for now…

"Keep up, Big Bird," Jason called, leaping ahead. He expected Dick to overtake him with a series of overcomplicated, showy flips, but he didn't so much as hear his brother acknowledge his challenge.

Turning to look behind him, he saw Dick two rooftops back, bent over with his hands on his knees. When he noticed Jason's eyes, he held up a floppy thumbs-up.

"Bullshit," Jason muttered as he ran back. "That injury is worse than you're letting on. I'm telling Agent A that you're hiding stuff again."

"Do that and I tell him you didn't listen when he ordered you to be on bed rest and sprained your ankle two times three weeks ago," Dick panted between laboured breaths.

"Fuck you." Jason was still gentle as he hooked his arm around Dick's body, pulling his brother's arm around his shoulders. "How about I help patch you up, take the rest of the night off and we both stay home tomorrow night and Agent A needs to know nothing?"

Dick smiled. "Works for me."

"You pay for your own food though."

"But I'm injured and dying," Dick whined dramatically, flopping against Jason's body complete with a hand over his forehead. "You would deny a dying man free meals?"

Jason sighed. "I regret this already."

"Well, you just agreed to spend the next two nights with me so…"

"So I say if you want to be bullet-less by the end of it, you should shut up."

"Love you too, Little Wing," Dick grinned.

Jason groaned and rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the hint of a smile that slipped past his defences.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

A/n: Is it whumpy enough? Don't know and don't care. It's late but at least I'm a not a full month behind on prompts anymore, if only by a few hours. I won't ruin that by letting perfection take over!

Anyway, stay safe, take care of yourselves, and see ya soon.

- CrowofArcadiaOaks