JLA Watchtower (Archive)

The boy was good, Bane had barely heard his approach. Bane inwardly flinched as the burn seemed to flare intermittently from painful to almost dull sporadically. Whatever those beams were, it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. In fact, if he didn't know better, he would swear the burn was spreading. Still, he stoically kept silent, standing with arms crossed.

"Have you heard anything concerning Cicada? He saved my life earlier, I'd like to know if Kid Flash got him out safely." Bane doesn't turn around, but he's aware Tim is nearby.

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Robin continues to scan the area around them and the sky above. Now and then updates from the Batplane's telemetry draws his attention and he enters a few commands into a holographic console emitting from the wireless system hidden in the forearm guard of his gauntlet.

Cicada. Another puzzle for the evening.

"Hersch volunteered to be taken in before the big fight. He didn't think he'd be able to resist the lure of draining Darkseid and what would happen to him afterward. I had Kid Flash take him to a correctional facility."

The holographic interface gets closed and Robin turns his full attention to Bane.

"You shouldn't move until we figure out how bad your injuries are. You're really lucky Darkseid wasn't at full strength you know. Those beams of his can annihilate matter."

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"Good, I will have to repay my debt to him someday." Bane let out another inaudible groan as he clenched his teeth. "I can certainly believe it. He may very well have sheered the layers of my skin without cutting it. A..unique sensation." Bane remained fairly immobile. "What of outside communications, have they returned yet?"

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"On my way, Robin."

She drops down off of one of the rooftops, giving a bit of a look at Bane as she closes with her teammate, even though one she doesn't know as well as she might like.

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"Interference seems to have cleared up."

Sounds like somebody needed to make a call.

"Bane, have you told Waller who I am. Who Batman is?"

Bane called him 'Drake' during the conflict. He needed to know how blown their cover was and how far it went.

Bette comes down with the grace of a professional acrobat from Gotham's rooftops. He gives her a nod. A subtle hand gesture communicates that her patient might not be 100% safe.

"Glad you came to the party Flamebird."

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"Where do you need me, Robin?"

Yeah, she's going to ask specifically what it is he needs her for, she's starting out by checking him for injuries from where she is. It is good to be clear on these things. And, well, there are a lot of injured people.

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Bane turns to Robin. "No, I haven't. Though I wouldn't be surprised if she knew already, she has her hand in a great many things and is very intelligent." Bane saw the gesture and gave a chuckle. "Believe me, I may look stoic, but in my current condition I'd be little threat to the both of you. I do however understand your caution."

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Robin's a skeptic. It comes with the Bat association.
"Sure." is all the response that Bane's protests of harmlessness evoke.

To Flamebird, "I've got a shallow cut up the back of my arm I can't get to. Went through plate glass earlier."

He inclines his head to Bane as he continues talking to his teammate.
"Bane took a glancing blow from an Omega beam to the ribs from Darkseid while he was weak." Which is why Bane is simply injured rather than sub-atomic dust.

"I need you to check him out to see how bad it is."

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Flamebird arches a brow at Robin for a moment and then nods.

"Don't you go anywhere, you're next."

She closes the distance between herself an bane. Really, she doesn't know at all what she can do in order to patch up 'hit by an Omega beam' but she'll be taking a look for what she can help with.

"Hold still."

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"Very well, senorita joven." Bane stands still, only nigh-inaudible groans are the indication he gives that he's in pain. Bane's eyes narrow a bit as he turns his head to regard Tim. "For what it's worth, I don't believe he's dead either." Bane doesn't say who, but he knows Tim will get the message.

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Tim catches Bane's comment but outwardly makes no acknowledgement as he finds a seat in a chunk of Broken masonry. First rest of any kind in hours. Away from the wash of adrenaline and the demand of the mission, he can feel all the bruises, injuries and exhaustion of the last 24 hours.

He's so looking forward to bed.

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Flamebird does what she can here for him. Mostly bandaging, some topical salves and ointments and such. "I'm not a doctor, so I recommend you go see one and then get some bed rest. Other than that, you're as patched up as I can manage here."

She turns to go look at the cut on Robin's arm. That needs cleaning and she's not sure, just yet, if it needs butterfly bandages or stitches.

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Robin's stoic about the treatment and lets Bette work.
"You should see the other guy." he adds after a brief pause, indicating his wound.

It's weird being back. He's glad. REALLY glad, but it's weird. Tons of questions need answering.
"How's the team been?"

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"It's been a little weird but nothing bad."

It has been weird and she wonders about this whole not having noticed that Robin wasn't around thing. Did it have spreading effects or was it just Robin? Were there other people she isn't remembering? How would she know?

"I've been bi-costal, as needed, so I'm probably not as up on things in either place as detailed as you'd want."

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"Even so, I bet you've got me beat on current events."

Tim looks around. Man was Gotham wrecked. Looters alone where going to be a problem. He didn't even want to think about the lingering Supervillains.

"Looks like the old hometown is going to be busy for awhile."

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Bane sees the friends conversing and decides now is as good a time as any to leave.

"Gracias, senorita. Unless you object, Pajarito, I will take my leave." Bane slowly removes his mask to wipe some sweat from his brow. He never had any secret identity to speak of, so it didn't matter if he took his mask off. He had always been Bane.

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He doesn't respond out loud, but Tim watches Bane leave.

He's certain they'll cross paths again. Certain.

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Flamebird nods to Bane as he leaves and continues to bind up Robin's cut.

"I've been helping Cyborg and Changeling keep things running on the West Coast - you know how they can both get distracted with projects. This is the biggest action I've seen anywhere in awhile. The East Coast team is full of old pros, so I don't know how much leading they need when they're not in the field."

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Tim nods appreciatively.
"I think I'm going to be really busy in Gotham for awhile, but I plan in checking in with the West Tower soon."

Tim pauses until Bane is well out of earshot.

"I've got allot of screwed up stuff that needs to be dealt with."

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"Yeah. Well, you disappeared or something for awhile. I know you're going to be busy here but don't forget to touch base with the people who missed you. Or... didn't miss you. However that works."

Flamebird finishes with the bandaging and stands up, looking tired. She rubs the back of her head for a moment before adding, "Don't use that arm too much if you can help it. It needs time to heal closed."

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Tim flexes his hand into a fist, feeling the bandage go taut and then releases the tension.

"Thanks. Looks like Superboy is chatting up the new guy Scarab. Wanna go see what they're up to?"

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"I've seen him around somewhere...."

She tries to remember for a bit before shrugging and nodding. "Let me swing you over there so you don't strain your arm...?"

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