Dick looked down as you dabbed the wounds with alcohol, his eyes rolling at the blood all over the living room

He went on patrol as usual but this time he came back with a big cut on his belly and as usual it was left to you, his roommate to clean up the mess.

The man's eyes turned to you when you asked what had made that cut "it was a sword... who carries a sword to deal drugs?!" he said indignantly and sarcastically