For hurt/comfort bingo: “hiding an injury/illness”. Set sometimes early in Dick and Damian’s time as Batman and Robin.
Summary: It looks worse than it is, he thinks, ignoring the throb as he twists to see how far around his body it goes, the burst of pain when he pokes his side. Nothing serious. Just a bruise
Damian traces the bruise blossoming across his abdomen. It’s an ugly dark purple, large and tender, curving around from his naval and up his side. It looks worse than it is, he thinks, ignoring the throb as he twists to see how far around his body it goes, the burst of pain when he pokes his side. Nothing serious. Just a bruise. A large, painful one, but still just a bruise.
He wishes he could say it was from a hard kick by one of Batman’s more skilled rogues. Or even a lucky shot by one of the drug cartels’ trained thugs. If that were the case, maybe he’d quietly admit to Pennyworth or Grayson that he was injured. But this is embarrassing. This was a stupid mistake on a self-appointed patrol he shouldn’t have snuck out to do. An ice-slicked rooftop, stiff fingers that didn’t fire his grapple quite right, a chimney that stopped his rapid descent to the grey, snow-covered street below. Hard and jarring, sudden pain shooting up his side, his torso, making him bite his cheek to stop from crying out. He’d just lain there, blinking back tears, for a long while. Then he’d crawled back to the penthouse, snuck in the way he went out, and woken to the deep purple-black bruise later in the morning.
There are ice packs in both the freezer upstairs and the one in the med bay down in the bunker, but Pennyworth checks the supplies regularly and he’d likely notice if one was missing. And then he would tell Grayson and Damian would be benched, most likely coddled even though it’s just a bruise. Maybe they would even punish him for not admitting to the injury as soon as it happened. Definitely for sneaking out.
He can hear Grayson’s disappointed lecture now. “It’s dangerous, Damian. You can’t go out alone, especially not in this weather. What if you’d been more seriously injured? What if you’d died?”
Damian cringes just thinking about it. No. He does not need to tell anyone he was injured. It doesn’t even hurt that much. As long as he takes care to move more slowly, sleeps on his back, doesn’t breathe too deep. A few days, a week at most, and he’ll fine.