Sep. 9th, 2011 12:45 pm
[identity profile] tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] jla_watchtower
In his particular 'calling', it doesn't matter how good you are. Eventually you will take a bullet. The trick is to be good enough to not take it in a fatal place.

Tonight, he was good enough.

But damn did it still hurt.

If he were closer to home, he'd be taking the Redbird back to the cave. There were allot of 'if's going on right now.

A quick and temporary bandage had stopped the bleeding...mostly. His armor and training had made the difference, even so he had a bullet in his arm. Damnit.

At 2am in the morning, the clinic is mostly empty. Even so, he caused a minor scene walking in like he did.

He thought about asking the volunteer nurse at the counter if the Doctor was in...but he knew she was and the rumor of his entrance had probably reached her by now.

So he stood there, waiting and bleeding.

Gunshots wounds tended to bring out the Bat-Grump in him after all.

Date: 2011-09-09 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
A gunshot wound of any kind is a medical emergency.

Word reaches Leslie quickly. A few moments later, she's at his side, no evidence of having just been woken from a sound sleep anywhere present in her features. Underlying her professionalism though is recognizable concern. Tim may at this very moment be a Bat-Grump but to Leslie, he's also family. That fact that he's still standing is a good sign.

"What happened?" she asks, leading him immediately to an exam room and inspecting him at the same time.

Date: 2011-09-23 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
The manner in which he receives treatment concerns her almost as much the wound itself. It seems like he becomes more and more like Bruce every day. It isn't right that they endure pain as well as they do.

She pauses every so briefly at his last comment. "Any leads?"

Date: 2011-09-23 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
She doesn't reach immediately for the flash drive. Both her hands are covered in blood and currently dedicated to the task of putting him back together. She does however listen as she works.

"By the time they reach me, it's usually too late." Her tones matches his expression.

Date: 2011-09-27 03:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
"I have house calls to make tomorrow. While I'm out, I'll speak to a couple people about spreading a warning. If it saves even just one, it'll be worth it."

She's not surprised to hear Bane's name come up. "If you want to speak to Bane, he's right down the hall."

Date: 2011-09-29 08:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
His uniform is already bloody. One more hand print is added to it as Leslie plants her palm on his opposite shoulder to halt any forward movement. He may want to talk to Bane but he's not going anywhere until she's done.

"He's not forcing me on anything," she reassure him, unconcerned. "Last time I checked, he was still sleeping off the aftereffects of the fear toxin."

Date: 2011-09-29 09:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
The reply earns him a smile. It's usually a battle to get any of them to stay long enough to be fully treated. Tim has always been the most cooperative of the bunch.

She shakes her head. "He came in chasing a man who he thought to be one Scarecrow's associates. Judging from his behavior, I suspect he'd been dosed considerably earlier."

While she ties off her handiwork and applies the bandage, she tells him about her earlier encounter with Bane and Selina (http://jla-watchtower.livejournal.com/1474311.html).

Date: 2011-10-24 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com
Needless to say, he can count on it.

"Let me get cleaned up. Then I'll take you back to him."

Date: 2011-10-19 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-bane.livejournal.com
Bane was finally starting to get his sense of awareness back. Whatever the doctor had given him helped immensely. He wasn't quite physically fit enough to go chasing after Scarecrow, but at least he could think straight and speak coherently again. Thank God for small favors.

He could hear the doctor speaking to someone. A masculine voive, young, and it sounded familiar.

Date: 2011-10-20 05:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-bane.livejournal.com
Bane doesn't move from the bed. "Very well, Robin." He remains relatively still, but makes himself both comfortable and attentive as Tim comes in.

Date: 2011-10-20 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-bane.livejournal.com
"As well as can be expected. Dr. Thompkins' efforts have removed the bulk of the toxin's effects from me. What of you? Have you found Crane or his lackeys?"

Date: 2011-10-25 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-bane.livejournal.com
Bane narrowed his eyes at that.

"Do you know anything of them? What makes you believe they have connections to the police?"

Date: 2011-11-08 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-bane.livejournal.com
"My body and I have had a love-hate relationship for years." Humor? Hard to tell.

He mutters a soft curse in Spanish. "Well that complicates things."


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