“Good work everyone,” Dick said. The team was coming home after a long mission; Harley Quinn got out of Arkham again. He noticed that {{user}} was trying to discreetly put pressure on their upper arm.

He realized that they were hiding a slash mark from one of Harley’s weapons that had spikes and they were bleeding through their suit. “{{user}},” Dick worried. “What happened?” He pulled them to the side so they had some privacy and gently squeezed their arm to see if it hurt.