All the world is a stage, and everyone has their part
Who: Jack Kelly [cowboy_newsie] and Batman [kingofrooks], Black Mask [ebony_mask] and Batman [see above].
When: The 16th, post-sirens.
Where: Black Mask's hideout.
Summary: Batman finally finds out where Black Mask is keeping Jack. He goes for a rescue. Then Black Mask comes back.
Warnings: Violence. Mentions/explicit descriptions of torture, gore, drugs and drug abuse. Stuff like ( Read more... )
When: The 16th, post-sirens.
Where: Black Mask's hideout.
Summary: Batman finally finds out where Black Mask is keeping Jack. He goes for a rescue. Then Black Mask comes back.
Warnings: Violence. Mentions/explicit descriptions of torture, gore, drugs and drug abuse. Stuff like ( Read more... )
Fiddling with slides, checking off checklists, preparing new vectors and forming ideal matches. The walls are white, this facility immaculate and sterile- sterile with the exception of the contents of all the carefully labelled, organized tubes.
There's a soft, droning, ambient pulse of noise coming from the smooth speakers in the ceiling, but other than that soothing rhythm it's peaceful, meticulous work, almost blissfully quiet in its solitude of bending over microscope imaging, in comparison to Skye Medical's ER and the constant clamor of trama.
Daedalus has almost relaxed wholly into his night job, and it's barely been a month into it. After being buried in the ground, he needs this kind of placid stability tonight.
But all that is interrupted by a swift and disorienting flap of black closing about his shoulders- he drops a stylus, it goes rolling as he makes a yelp of protest, already having been swept off one-time-too-many, this week.
So the first sound out of his mouth is a startled squall. His body goes rigid.
No one unauthorized should have clearance here! And he barely has time to look up, to recognize the figure, and acknowledge fully- Batman shouldn't have clearance here!
The why is an even more terrifying question to consider.]
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Batman doesn't say much, only striding forward. He ducks down, placing his shoulder against Yumeno's waist, throws himself forward then up, and he now has Yumeno slung over his shoulder. ]
Jack Kelly needs your help.
[ That's the whole of the explanation before he's flying down the corridors again, heading towards the exit of the building and his motorcycle so he can get Yumeno to Skye. ]
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But then his world is completely up-ended, shouldered with a strength he somehow never intended any man to possesses (A defensive-type entourage, perhaps, but not-) But this is Batman.
This is-
No time for speculations like that. His lab is getting further and further away down the hall, still unlocked, and Daedalus is still not entirely certain this isn't some new kind of abduction.]
But I can't just-! [He protests, clutching to the cape because that's the only way to stop the sensation of tipping, and there's so much he'd say if not for security and the racing fear they might be shot at by some security guards.]
I'm on shift! [He hisses, and it might as well be an explicative.
But the name finally connects, the message, his first thought is: Oh God, Jack Kelly- what has Re-l gotten herself into now?]
He's been found!? [Daedalus whispers, the minute they hit those doubled darkness sealing doors.]
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There we go. The crackling of a PA system. Batman doesn't wait to hear what they say, only telling Yumeno- ]
He's been found. Close your eyes and hold on.
[ A confirmation and a warning and instructions all rolled into one. Batman dives into the corner of shadows, one foot sinking into it and pulling Yumeno with him. He breathes quietly, and steps out on the other side of the road, the laboratory's white lights hard and glaring against their eyes.
He moves over to the motorcycle and lets Yumeno drop down until he's sitting on the front seat, right-side up again. ]
He's been tapped for his blood for at least a week or more. [ And he swings his legs over the motorcycle, starting the engines. ] I don't know how his powers work exactly, but he's malnutritioned, at least.
[ Engine's on, and they are zipping down the streets. ]
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And that self-preserving thought, along with the spiraling panic (already) about excuses...
Jack's been found. But that alone is a relief. That means she'll stop hunting.
His stomach does an odd sort of bellyflip. He's tempted to rebel and open his eyes, half-tempted, but also half-anticipating that he'll find himself midair, or be met with a sharp drop off...even if he works on the first floor.
There's a scent like leather and steel and the rot of the darkness with another familiar one, blood, a metallic tang which draws the taste of iron up past his teeth.]
We're outside.
[He chokes in a muffled whisper of understanding when the engine revs, with the very paralyzed fear of a man who's careful, who has been outside after siren fewer times than he can count off on his fingers.
And then there's more information, as he clings for balance on the cycle with his thighs, unsure of where to steady his hands. They wind up bracing at Batman's arms.]
You're taking me to him? But I was- [was working, and now his job and possibly his repute is in jeopardy. There's little to be said that could be heard without shouting, so Daedalus sits tight and doesn't at all trust the man he's with, but he's left with little choice in the matter, on the seat of a motorbike. He murmurs more for himself.] He's critical? Jack regenerates. Where are we going?
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[ The answer is half-shouted into Daedalus's ear, over the roaring rush of the wind against them. He brakes, and swerves suddenly, ducking into an alleyway when he sees a group of monsters start for them. He shakes them off easily enough - this, after all, isn't his first time in the Darkness. He can count the times where he avoids the Darkness with one hand.
And he can feel the fear in the tension of the body in front of him, and not for the first time Bruce wonders what on earth keeps Daedalus to Re-l, given their completely disparate personalities.
It doesn't take very long for them to reach Skye's - it's one of the few advantages of Darkness. The vehicles outside are extremely few, and no one is there to make sure that traffic laws are being obeyed. As long as Bruce can keep control of the bike, he can go as fast as he wishes, down whichever road he chooses, and he doesn't even have to stop- which reminds him. Out of the corner of his eyes, there's a monster chasing after them by running along the walls.
One disadvantage of this: he can't see properly. Not enough to identify. But it doesn't matter. Casually, he takes a hand off the handlebars, shaking off Daedalus's hand, and takes out an explosive batarang and sends it straight into the monster. At the same time, he turns, sending the bike down the road straight to Skye's.
Behind them, the monster explodes in a gust of fire, smoke, and guts- but they are already at least three hundred meters away. ]
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[His eyes are round, Daedalus gulps for breath maybe once every thirty seconds or so, cheeks burning in the icy wind, until he turns his face, curling inward against Batman's armoured front. His whole body cringes, knees pulling up when they suddenly swerve and there's a scattering of gravel and slush, wetting his ankles with grime. After that his breath comes fast and panicked, like a small and terrified mammal huddled behind the handlebars.
But I'm not even On Call! (I'm not supposed to do consultations or serve as attending) Why am I even-
It must be Re-l. Re-l needs me. She must have called for me. Made Batman come and fetch me.
That's a ludicrous thought, but the only motivator that keeps him from wanting to roll back his eyes and count slowly to twenty, hoping he'll pass out from overstimulation.
He is steering this forsaken adrenaline generator with one hand!
A loud sound behind him, and even with Daedalus' dangerous curiousity, he won't look back. Can't. Blackness is shrouding him.]
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Bruce blinks down, keeping half an eye on the road, the rest of his attention taken up by Daedalus, who seems to have slumped completely against him. At least it's against his right arm, which by necessity's sake will never leave the handlebars because that's where the accelerator is, and he lifts his left arm to try to shake him awake.
At the same time, he starts to brake. They are almost there, Skye's lights showing the way and keeping the Darkness monsters away from the front doors as much as possible. When he reaches the hospital, he swings off the bike, and literally lifts Daedalus up by his armpits and sets him to the ground, turning him until he fades the entrance of Skye's. ]
Jack Kelly is asking for you. He's been trapped under the basement and his healing abilities strained for two weeks. Right now he's suffering from malnutrition.
[ As he speaks, he has a hand around Daedalus's elbow and is practically dragging him into the hospital. ]
You're the doctor. Heal him.
[ And he lets go- but not without a final little push between the shoulderblades. ]
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And when he's hoisted off the bike and placed on sailor's legs, Daedalus sways on the spot- one, because he's off balance, but also because the task set before him (with that almost-gentle push between the shoulders) is unbelievable. Malnutrition and shock from hemorrhage.
His autoreivs could handle that, without manual command instruction.
It's both the highest commendation and the most ludicrously banal and offensive task that's been set before him since 'Here is this comatose specimen, Doctor Yumeno. Your Purpose is to keep it asleep.'
So he laughs. It's Batman who teases it out of him, not Joker. It's more like a heady, hysterical little scoff, as he stumbles two steps forward then wheels around, pacing backward towards the double doors, flinging one arm out for emphasis.]
There are a slew of capable, trained medical staff in this building!
And yet you drag me, from my job, through the night, and expect me to just-
[His mouth hangs open, and it dances alluringly on the edge of his teeth.
'Just who do you think you are? Bruce Wayne.'
The sort of perfectly climatically spat accusation, blown opportunity, that he'll hate himself for weeks about, and replay mentally over and over in tweaked cerebral cinema. Because Daedalus does not let those tantalizing words slip.
It's what he'd dare to say, in this moment, if he were just a hairpin's wobble more self-indulgent. It would be the perfect time to, after all. Alone, in front of the ER glass, with no one to see a shadow's twitch of all the confirmation needed.
But he has a patient in ICU, to see. His priorities take a split second's pause, reshuffling. He reaches for the lapels of his lab coat and straightens it, flicking his head upright and wrinkling his nose, which somehow gives him the distinct suggestion of a very ruffled pygmy owl.]
You insufferable Gotham citizens will be the death of me.
[He punches the entrance button, and the sliding glass zips open.]
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And a little farther back, sitting right where Batman had set him, is Jack Kelly. Fear and anger switches back and forth in his expression, fighting for dominance; a nurse stands next to his gurney, looking hesitant. She holds an IV drip on her hand, and it's clear she wants to slip it in-- but it's equally as clear, from the way Jack keeps glaring at her, that he absolutely won't let her.
He gives Daedalus a tight smile when he catches sight of him.]
Evenin', Doc, and how are you?
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One look at Jack, sitting up, speaking, churlish with the nurses- and it's almost painful, how unnecessary his own presence here is. He releases a long sigh, swiftly surveying the situation. And comes to the sudden striking realization that he probably left his good bedside manner- oh, in the settling dust on some gritty street corner now covered in charred monster guts.]
Vitals? The nurse chirps status in return, and he shakes his head with a little roll of his eyes ("Stable!")
[It's singsonged, with a brisk click of irritation. He hasn't exchanged pleasantries with the patient yet, and some of the passing staff seem surprised to find him here in the night clinic, the bottom half of his trousers (not scrubs!) stained with mud.]
BP? (in units, please.) [He quizzes the nurse, still fighting to fluster into some state of preparation..]
And with that kind of significant blood loss, I assume we're all ready for transfusion, here? [He eyes Jack meaningfully.] His file, Kelly, jack- I hope you might at least have managed to pull it up without me?
[The assembled nurses seem bewildered, but compliant, and Daedalys Yumeno is thoroughly done with bike rides and games. He doesn't want to think yet, about the headache of excuses he has yet to concoct to satisfy SERO, and Jack Kelly has just lost parking privs on the NCC roof.]
(I wasn't on call, for the record. Please cooperate.)
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[He doesn't bother to keep his voice down, too exhausted for that. One of the nurses glances back, attracted by the tightly held fury in Jack's tone, but the others hustle her away.]
Well, excuse me, Doc. Why don't you go home? Get some beauty rest. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'll just be rescued from torture at a more convenient time, oy? Say, nine AM, that work for you?
Fuckin' hell, I don't need this, I can take care o' meself--
[He slips off the gurney-- and for a moment, the world spins sickishly. Jack sways, his face paling, his hands gripping at the bed in an attempt to steady himself.]
Just call Sirius and I'll nurse myself back and you can go back to bed.
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[And that's really more like doctor's orders, straining to curtail the tired, trying patience of one who's be hauled through hell to get here and play cooperation staredown with a boy too stubborn to take a needle.
It's little wonder Dr. Williams was so quick to turn over attending position.]
You are probably quite dehydrated, and could use some overnight observation. So sit down, stay awhile. Since we're both here till sun up now.
[Daedalus frowns, in no mood.] And let Sirius get some rest too. He and Re-l have been combing the city for you, for days.
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I don't fuckin' like needles and I can drink water on my own. Go home, I don't want to be in the damn hospital and neither do you.
[But he's trembling with the effort of speaking, and he's covered in enough blood and dried vomit and tears and god knows what else that he's getting looks from every person in passing.]
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[But his tone is leveling, gradually, adjusting to that place where the dynamic meets into something workable. Because he's really not so stuffed (Diego Armando would never have compromising if he wasn't.)
Daedalus looks him up and down with sympathizing crease in his brow, although the vomit doesn't help the queasy feeling in his stomach from the jostled sandbagging and the ride over.]
You wouldn't like to change into a gown, and have some towels bought over right now?
[He finally leans in and cajoles, wondering just how long Batman left him waiting here, that no one's gone ahead and cleaned him up.
Then, in one of Skye Medical's fine off-cuff traditions, one that he still hates clearing his throat and hollering clear across the ER and all too casually for, the coded language of a hospital that certainly doesn't run on SPGH's kind of behavioral restrictions-]
Heeeey! How far do I have to go for a hand towel!
[ "White Star!" Chimes a cheerfully cheeky voice from down the hall. ]
Thank you!
[He calls back, surprised at how easy it is to fall back into that patter, and soon there's the squeak of an orderly's cart with damp towels, Daedalus passes them off to Jack while the man in scrubs tries to instigate small talk.
"Heeeeeey, it's Doogie! They got you pulling nights again, Kid?"]
No. A favor. Busy now.
[ "Yeah, yeah, clean your boy up, Dr. Malthus. Good to see you on the floor." ]
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And when he thinks Daedalus isn't looking, he presses the damp cloth to his lips, sucking out a bit of water there.]
You know I can regenerate. I'm fine, I know how to take care o' malnutrition. Daedalus, please. Let me go home.
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