As the searing pain enveloped his hand, making him start to question whether he had broken it, Dick felt like screaming in rage. At the sound of Ray's concerned voice, he snapped out of his stupor. "Nothing.. I just had a bit of an accident. Y'know how clumsy I am." He turned to face Ray, a forced smile creeping its way into his face. 

Following Ray's gaze, he tracked it back to his now bleeding hand. Dick snatched his hand quickly away, tucking it under his arm. "I'll go clean mysf off, I'm done packing, afterwords, we'll head back home" His weary smile faded, and he pushed himself onto his feet, carefully covering his wound as he passed Ray. 
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Bruce gave a smug smile, "I noticed.." He nodded off to the man. He crossed his arms with one last glance to man, then looking over to Barbara. "As a matter of fact, I am enjoying myself. But..I have to admit, I hurt." He pursed his lips, unfolding his arms. "I hate getting old" He muttered, brushing off some snow from his jacket.