Wounded

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

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.

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[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Soon after, Robin's silhouette appears at the curtain that hides the bed Bane is resting in.

"Bane." Drake's voice carries caution.
"I'm coming in."

The last thing Tim needs is a freaked out giant jumping at an unexpected visitor. Hopefully he's not gorked out on fear toxin anymore. Even so, Robin is ready to act if needed. Recalling Shiva's recent lessons, he adopts Wusan's combat footing in case he needs to move suddenly. He opens the curtain...

[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.

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Ok, good sign so far. He comes into the room. No sudden motions.

"How are you doing?"

It's not so much a solicitation of well being as it is a 'you're not going to go banzai on me are you?' kind of question.

[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?"

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

"Crane escaped during the fire. Most of his thugs were rounded up by the police."

Robin glances at Bane's chart and winces at what he sees in the toxicology report.

"It looks like there is another trafficking interest that was trying to move in on Scarecrow's operation. I think we're seeing a turf war, and there's a good chance they have deep hooks in the police."

[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?"

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

"Icicle, Brutale, Shrapnel, Mind Dancer.. there's a list of out of towners all working for this new player. We ran into Captain Nazi even. It's sounding like he was being puppeted from the account I received."

He looks at the tox report again. "Your kidneys must really hate you."

Looking back up.
"No solid connection with the police, but some of the algorithms I use to track crime report trends indicated a sudden change in arrest reports recently. Certain police officers are having an upswing in the busts they've been making and their perps are coming in related groups. I think someone is tipping them off in order to eliminate competition. Probably setting them up to be dirty enough to ignore their people when the time comes.

It's a guess, but the numbers are pointing to it."

He frowns. "I haven't identified the ring leaders yet."

[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."

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Tim gets a slight smile, just in the corner of his mouth.

"Batman's on it."

....and he's not talking about Grayson.