[thread] ambulance, no, costs to much - we'll take a van

[dualfaced]

Characters: Harvey [OU], Dick Grayson [OU], OPEN
Where: the clinic
When: after the buried are taken there
Summary: The Clinic's busy today.
Warnings: mental and physical injuries, language quite possibly, lame summary, ect

Note: being snowed in gives you a lot of time lol So since a bunch of people should be in the clinic, and plenty of people

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[0nightwing0]

If he couldn't still feel the pain in his legs and chest Dick would have been thoroughly convinced who he was seeing as he turned to see where the voice came from was part of one crazy dream. Two--no Harvey Dent offering him soup, Bruce would never believe this if he ever got home to tell him. This was not his Harvey though and the man's company was well welcomed, After all it had been Harvey who helped dig him out and cut the bonds loose from his body along with Tim. With a slight cough he let a Cracked a small grin as he looked into the tired eyes of the other

[dualfaced]

"Well at least that 'little cold' of yours is getting treated." Harvey said wryly, referring to that post before all this madness, when Dick had reappeared out of nowhere talking about Gotham and all sorts of grim things through a terrible hacking. He watched the man grasp the soup, almost offering to help feed it to him but refraining. If Dick was anything like the Bat (or just as stubborn as he had been refusing to get medical help before) Harvey doubted the offer would be met with much enthusiasm. Instead he sat back, taking a moment to try and relax before returning his attention completely to Dick again.

"Tim and the Bat caught the Joker." He explained, brushing past the memory of that little interview to what he was truly interested in. "Dick, where were you? What happened before, you said you were back in Gotham." he asked, regarding the other with unmasked curiosity.

[brainiac5ive]

Brainiac 5 watched the two Gothamites from accross the room, his keen synthetic senses recording their every word, after all, if it could add any useful data, he might as well.

Harvey Dent- Alias: Two Face. He read his file on Two face, knowing full well that this Harvey was merely the villain's previous incarnation. The other, Dick Grayson- Alias: Nightwing. Vigilante and honorary Legion member.

He had only distributed the pain and flu medication to Dick, but now he was relaxing, trying to meditate concerning the conversation at the council meeting and the status of the Legion.

Still, the reason he was eavesdropping was of course, the comment of Dick returning to Gotham. He hadn't thought that possible, until Lyle had said the same thing. It was the details he was after.

[0nightwing0]

Dick looked up from his now fruitful attempts at just drinking the soup instead if spooning it into his mouth. Setting it down half drank though he paused for a moment to give himself time to find his voice enough to talk. " Gotham..my Gotham..Br--Batman is gone..not dead..he can't take the mantle" he explained as best he could though Harvey would have to pay attention to hear the whispered tone of the younger man's voice. As much as Dick was starting to trust the other man, to disclose Bruces secret--or not so depending on who knew it-- identity was Bruce's choice alone and the accidental slip that was caught was a close call at that. " I stepped up..No one else with Tim here..except Jason.."

Brainy's painkillers and flue medication were working better than he'd hoped though he felt a bit more tired than he'd wanted to. Ignoring it he focused his attention on the D.A. who was hovering over him more than Tim had before he shooed him off to go see Cissie.

[dualfaced]

Harvey leaned in as he listened, brow furrowed at the words. Gone, not dead? Gotham needed Batman, that was something Harvey believed deeply, enough to risk his life on it. Batman is who first started the change in Gotham, who placed his life in danger every damn night it seemed for nothing more than condemnation from the press and police. He was Gotham's hero, and the city was not nearly ready to lose him, not yet. The heavy mood showed on his face as he spoke.

"Gone? Do you know where he went?" He asked, tone lower so to keep the nearby patients and healers from hearing. He glanced to the side, mouth set in a grim line. "And you took that city on by yourself- no wonder you were a mess."

[0nightwing0]

" no..I got there and he had been gone for a good month" Dick replied, A tinge of regret passed through his healing body as he thought of the not so fair city of Gotham. The city needed a Batman, maybe not the world but Gotham itself needed that guardian of the night. Without such a symbol of justice there was no fear except for the fear in the victims of the crime that would soon and had run rampant.

Seeing Quatre and fearing a lecture Dick spend a few minutes Trying to force down the soup again he managed to get the majority of it down before setting it back down. " ..hey I managed by myself...not perfect but I managed"

[dualfaced]

"I'm not sure who I should be more concerned about, you or Gotham." Harvey sighed, sitting back in his chair. It seemed a grim expression was all he wore lately, even before coming to this compound. "We'll... we'll figure something out Dick." Harvey said after a moment. They were all so willing to help him fight the future, he certainly wasn't going to sit idly by while theirs crumbled as well.

When Dick began eating his soup with a more conscious effort Harvey raised an eyebrow, glancing around. He caught sight of the blond and smiled- he hadn't seen Quatre since their talk with Helena. God knew the blond probably needed a good night's rest just as much as any of the kidnappee's. Harvey offered a small wave, a sort of 'come over for a second' gesture just to get a better look at him. He may need to force some soup on him too- he certainly had enough.