I think you need some work on more than just your eyes.

[ He probably should have expected that. Dick shakes his head, but it cracks a smile regardless as he heads over to slide onto an empty seat to the side. It gives him a much better vantage point to give Midnighter a once-over, assessing the damage, despite knowing that he'll probably be way too pleased with the attention. He does look like he might fall off the bar stool at any moment, and Dick recognizes that all too well, there have been plenty of times when he's only kept going through sheer determination even when his body has been pushed past its absolute limits.

And if that takes a lot for him, it would take more, in a lot of ways, to knock Midnighter down. Obviously those enhancements aren't doing him much good here. ]

As far as I know, yeah, I guess that makes you a special guest. [ Quips aside... ] How bad is it?

[ He's conscious and talking, so Dick's not too worried. ]