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Ra's offered to put the League at her disposal. She could have used that against him, taken the opportunity to memorize his strongholds and bring him down. Maybe she should have; it would have given some point to this useless search she got herself into, looking for evidence that Bruce was alive. But she had Tamara Fox to think about, and, if she's being honest, she doesn't trust her own judgement right now.

(She was so sure. A part of her wants to just keep looking for the evidence she thought she could find, but - it doesn't exist. If it had, she would have found it. Her father's dead, again, and she can't bring Bruce back any more than she could have resurrected Jack.)

Instead, she bargains off what she knows to buy herself and Tam out of the entire mess. Tam can go back to her father and tell him that she brought back Timothea Drake-Wayne, and Tim... she goes home. Well. Assuming she can force herself to make the last few steps towards the Manor's entrance. It's more of a struggle than she'd like to admit to not turn around and go to a safe house to just lie low for a while, lick her proverbial wounds, but she supposes she's done enough running already.

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Briefly, Dick laments that they all live in a world where "not too bad" and "dislocated shoulder" go in the same sentence, a sentence uttered by his teenage little sister no less, but they do and he can't really blame her for that, so he doesn't say anything.

"Has it been treated?"

Any injury she can walk away from eventually is not too bad, usually. It's certainly an interesting scale.

"Yes. It'll be okay." Ish.

"... good. You didn't catch a cold or anything, did you?" He realises she's not showing any signs, but once the mother hen act has started it's hard to stop. Besides, with her newly compromised immune system a cold was no laughing matter.

It's probably terrible that she wants to giggle a little at that question, because catching a cold has been really the least of her worries. "No. I'm okay, Dick."

"...well... okay then..." he nods, apparently satisfied with his health check - for now. He's already contemplating getting a doctor to come and give her a once over, just as a check up.

It wouldn't be a surprise to her in the slightest.

"So." What now? "I'm going to guess you're planning to ground me."

"...yes. Yes I am." he said firmly "No leaving the manor for three weeks. Not even any patrolling."

At least she's planning on cooperating this time (unless there's an emergency). If only because she feels guilty about scaring him.

"Anything else?" Might as well get it all out at once.

"...No that's it." he says slowly, almost suspicious of her acceptance.

"Wait, there's one more thing..." he grabs hold of her uninjured arm and pulled her into a hug.

She hugs him back gingerly, careful of the more bruised areas of her body. "I am sorry." Not for leaving, but. "I don't actually set out to worry you."

If she wasn't injured he would definitely hug her harder at that. Instead he kisses the top of her head before stepping back.

"Thank you, that's all i need." He pauses "to hear right now i mean,i'd still prefer it if you didn't do it. And you're still grounded."