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“Hey, what's your name?” called a sweet voice.
He startled, “Uh… Dick.”
The voice's owner frowned, “That's not a very good name, huh?”
Dick smiled slightly, “I get that a lot.”
The person in question was a woman. About the same age as him if he had to guess. She had a soft smile and bright eyes. Dick noted that she wore scrubs. A nurse maybe? Possibly a CNA? Something else all together? Dick frowned trying to think about it. Why was thinking hard?
“That's probably the concussion, and I'm glad you like my smile.” She said warmly.
Dick scrunched up his eyebrows, “I have a concussion.”
She nodded, “Yeah, your brother brought you in. You hit your head doing a somersault, apparently.”
He nodded because that sounded like something he would do. Granted, he couldn't remember the last time he had fumbled doing a basic somersault but it was probably fine. The better question was-
“My brother?” Dick asked curiously.
The probably-nurse hummed, “Tall, black hair, blue eyes.”
That…
“Doesn't narrow it down unfortunately.” Dick said honestly.
Realistically that could be nearly anyone in his life. Tim, Jason, even Bruce had been mistaken for his brother on a few occasions. Even Clark Kent and some of his family could pass for his brothers. The list was long.
The nurse frowned and then made a noise of realization, “Ah! He had a weird white streak in his hair!”
Dick nodded, “Jason.”
The nurse nodded right along. She asked him a few more questions related to his apparent concussion. Then she began to gather his paperwork. He took the time to really study her. The way her hair fell, how she looked when she smiled which was often, her soft and comforting voice. She was pretty.
“You're pretty.” Dick stated.
The woman blushed easily too.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, “and you're handsome.”
“I am?” He asked a little obviously.
She huffed though it held no heat, “You'd be blind to miss it.”
Dick grinned as he asked, “Would you be willing to have dinner with me?”
The nurse frowned, “I try not to go out with patients…”
He mirrored her frown before having an idea, “After I'm not concussed? I'm a much better conversationalist when I'm of sound mind!”
She laughed, “I bet you are. Tell you what, you can come by after you're no longer concussed and we'll go from there. Is that fair?”
Dick nodded happily, “Thank you, pretty nurse!”
The ‘pretty nurse’ in question flushed again and hurried out to run his paperwork. Dick felt pretty good about it all. Even as he was discharged he was happy. All the way up until he was reunited with Jason who laughed at him for doing a somersault off of a chandelier on a dare. He was less thrilled about that. Though having a date with a cute lady helped ease the blow.