PEPPERMINT KISSES ━ tim drake [✔]

iv | peppermint kisses

iv | peppermint kisses

bold - rita hotch
italics - tim drake

[INT. Rita's bedroom, 03:50 AM; January 23rd]

"What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom at 4 AM, you creep?"

"Technically, it's 10 to 4."

"Shit, are you bleeding? Come here you twattlestick."

"Ouch! You don't poke a fucking stab wound, Rita!"

"Well, sorry for not knowing how to treat a fucking stab wound! And be quiet, my parents are sleeping!"

"You're the one whisper-yelling at me. And, it's not that big so you should be able to treat it quite easily. Just put some pressure on it, dose it in alcohol and do half-assed stitches that'll do until I get back to the Cave. I'll get it treated there better."

"I'm gonna fucking dose myself  in alcohol. Wait here and don't die. I'm gonna go try and find a med-kit somewhere."

"Yeah, you do tha--stop poking it!"

"Sorry." 

[a few minutes later]

"Here, drink this."

"Just put the alcohol on the wound. After you wipe away the blood. It's just so it doesn't get infected."

"Okay, okay." 

"Now, get the thread and a needle - do you not have medical thread and needles?" 

"Not everyone needs those so shut the fuck up and let me try and stitch you up with sewing tread. Do you want pink or turquoise?"

"I don't care. Just try and close it."

"For that you're getting the hottest pink I own."

"Ouch. That hurts."

"Well, sorry for not being a fucking medical person and shit. The only stitches I can do are laughter stitches."

"Because everyone laughs at you."

"No, because I'm so bloody hilarious."

"Just stitch me up."