Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

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[itstricky]

"Hartley? Hartley, come on, you're scaring me. It's okay. I'm okay. I-I'm not dead. Neither are you. We won, man, we won." He reached out and grabbed onto Hartley in return, having to angle himself oddly to do so and hell, he was pretty much in his lap but fuck the no homo bullshit, Hartley was trembling in horror and he didn't know what to do. He was freaked.

He held him tight and leaned in, talking quietly into his ear. "Don't let them break you, Hartley. I'm here. I'm still here. Please don't do this, don't break. We need to stay together. Please? I can't do this on my own."

[mostlyajerk]

No. Hartley opened his eyes and stared at James. There wasn't a hole in his forehead. His face was still animated. He was bleeding. He wasn't dead. Was he dying? Why wasn't he dead? Hartley was losing it and he couldn't afford to. He had to stay whole, for everyone. For literally everyone. "You should be dead."

Not a reassuring thing to say, he was guessing. Hartley stared at him. "I don't want to do this any more."

[itstricky]

"No, genius. I got shot in the fucking shoulder though. The asshole tried to get my cape and then you started to play and ... didn't stop." Which was awkward. James's hand was a little bloody as he reached up and tried to push some of Hartley's hair back. He was damp with sweat and still trembling, he had no idea what to do to make this better or what was going on. He was in so much pain but he had no time for it, he just kept holding onto Hartley.

"I know Hartley, I know. I want to go home too." James gripped him a little harder, wishing he could make this better. "I think we offed Deadshot, we'll be okay. We'll go home and hide out underground, just me and you. We need each other. Don't give up now."