[Jaime stares down at his utter lack of hands - currently dripping with and god knows what else, and Jaime can practically feel it seeping through the cracks in his armour and getting underneath his skin, but no, nothing gets through the armour - and says,] Handy. Heh.
[It's not a happy sound.
He shakes his head, shakes it off, then looks back at Dick. He sees the violence the kid has to use here, and for once, he cannot possibly condemn it.]
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[It's not a happy sound.
He shakes his head, shakes it off, then looks back at Dick. He sees the violence the kid has to use here, and for once, he cannot possibly condemn it.]
They're usually blunt.
[It's almost an apologetic statement.]