the curious happenstance of pedro pascal and din djarin [The Mandalorian]

Do you recognise me?

Din stalked around the side of Eleis' car, with Christopher's bat clutched in his hand. He was on the side of the grass, clutching his chest and his leg, breathing heavy and fast.

"Next time you start a car chase," Din said, and the man froze, as still as a statue. "Remember who you're dealing with."

Eleis scrambled to his feet. He limped backward, further into the grass. He tripped on a rock, and fell back like a rag doll, landed on his wrist, there was a distinct crack but he didn't cry out, even as his wide, pale blue eyes stared up at Din, begging and pleading and filled with so much fear that for a second, just a split second, Din almost second-guessed himself.

But there would be no room for second-guessing.

"Is he there?" Pedro called, safely, from inside his car.

"He's here," Din called back. "He has a broken wrist. A bad gash on his leg." He paused to meet Eleis' eyes. "And a very bad concussion."

He arched his arm back, swung the bat forward, and watched it collide heavily against Eleis' skull. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.

All at once, the tension lifted from Din's shoulders, and he released a breath, dropping the bat to the ground. Pedro walked up behind him.

"Is Christopher okay?" Din mumbled, suddenly feeling drowsy.

"He said he feels sick, but otherwise fine."

"Mm." Din closed his eyes. "Sorry about your car."

"It's fine. Wasn't as bad as I thought."

"I did my best."

Din kneeled to the ground. He peered over Eleis, inspected him for any other injuries, but there were none. He pulled the bacta spray from his pocket and began to apply it to Eleis' leg.

"You're healing him?" Pedro kneeled beside him.

"Don't tell Chris."

"I wasn't planning on it. But, why?"

Din sighed. "The same reason that I healed Heidi and let her go."

"...you did, did you? Okay, what's the reason?"

"I'm trying to get on their good side. Don't tell Chris. He'd throw a fit. But you know, if I do this enough times, they might decide that they suddenly don't want us dead anymore. It's wishful thinking, but worth a shot."

He felt Pedro's stare, and turned to look.

"What?"

"Nothing." Pedro smiled.

Suspicious, but okay. "Anyway." He put the spray down and fished his phone from his pocket. Slowly he dialled Robert's number.

"Hola."

"...Din?" He sounded like he'd just been running, and was trying to catch his breath.

"So there was an accident. Well, I'd call it an accident, but it was very purposeful. Can you come pick us up?"

"What happened? What did you do?"

"Eleis has a concussion. There's a lot of it going around today. Chris is awake, though."

"What did you do?!"

He hadn't been expecting that tone, either. Not from Robert; calm, peaceful Robert. Anger wasn't something he usually associated with his psychologist.

"I'll text you where we are. Assuming you can come get us?"

"I'm busy—" there was a deep breath. "Yeah. Yes. Alright. I'll come get you."