[Whatever, they'll grab the weapon (and arm) later. It's the eye he's most worried about, but there's nothing to really do about that. Without looking away, he grabs a wet towel. Smooths it gently over her wounds, cleaning away the blood.]

You're all right.

[At least he sounds confident. To Dick:]

C'mere and see if this needs stitches.

We're gonna give you an eyepatch for that eye, and you just let it rest and heal. This coulda been a lot worse, Beck.

What kinda axe? Describe it.