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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[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."

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

He can hear the steel unspoken "sit your butt down" in her voice, and relents. A dutiful patient, he's going to stay still while the Doctor sews.

He grudgingly smiles.
The bat-crew, in costume or not, are a strong willed bunch.

"Yes, ma'am." comes the reply, with just a touch of playful sarcasm.

Fear Toxin? Hmmm...

"Any idea on how he was dosed?"

He was guessing it was in connection to the warehouse raid. Robin had lost track of him in the wrap up. It was past time he got the details on that loose end.

[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).

[tim-drake-robin.livejournal.com]

Tim's expression goes through several modes: surprise, concern, alarm, consideration, back to concern and then back to the default 'brooding'.

"Bane's becoming an X factor. In theory he's working for the government, a disavowed branch of it, but he's got Federal backing somewhat."
He grimaces.
"He also knows or guesses way to much about Nightwing, Batman and I and who we are for my comfort. I know you'll help anyone who comes through your door and obeys the rules but...be careful with him."

[lesliethompkins.livejournal.com]

Needless to say, he can count on it.

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