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Summary Of ' I Don 't Own Anything '

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Disclaimer: I don 't own anything Leslie 's POV "Alright, I choose" I declared, I looked at Damian, he could be second, Dickie is always honest so he wouldn 't hide any injures that are too bad, then I looked at Bruce, "Bruce goes first, then Damian, then Dickie". "Leslie-" he started but I cut him off. "I am not in the mood for arguing" I said, "all of you, strip to your boxers" I put down the materials and watched as Bruce sat down on the bed. He 's fine, except there 's a deep cut on his leg. I grab an alcohol wipe, and sutures. I cleaned the wound and began stitching it up. "Leslie, are you ok" Dick asked. I took a deep breath, "I 'm fine, Dickie, just a long day". I finished Bruce 's leg, "your spare clothes are in there" I said pointing to a cabinet. "Ok, Dickie" I said turning towards him as Bruce got off the bed, "wanna go next". He looked like he was going to object but didn 't say anything. He walked towards the table and hopped on, I gave him a small smile and looked for any wounds. There were a few cuts but nothing to serious. I cleaned the cuts and put bandaids, he laughed when I put a superman bandaid on him. "Just like old times, ay Leslie" he said with a big grin. I nodded as he jumped down, then he hugged me, "I missed you, Leslie, sorry this wasn 't under better circumstances" you have no idea. "I missed you, too, Dickie" I said giving him a squeeze then we both let go, "ok, Damian, hop on up" I said patting the

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