It's not like Leslie to be absent upon an emergency arrival. Whatever has kept her though, doesn't keep her long. She explodes into the emergency room and proceeds directly to her patient. There isn't a moment of wasted time as she reaches for vitals and begins to access.
Most of her attention is drawn to the hole in his stomach.
Selina stands up and walks over toward Leslie. She isn't a doctor or a nurse but she is a second pair of hands. If Leslie needs them, they're her's for the using.
"Don't go anywhere," Leslie orders, her eyes never leaving the man on the table. "I'm going to need you sooner rather than later."
The amount of blood escaping the bullet wound is significant and suggestive of extensive damage. Selina will find a compress pushed into her hands and her hands led towards the hole. It'll buy them enough time to set up the IVs and attach him to the monitors.
No, right now she's not in a place where she's willing to take any credit for this. She's the one who caused it. Yes, Harvey pulled the trigger but she's the one who set the wheels in motion for that meeting to happen.
A rapid succession of expressions crosses her face. Anger, disbelief, resignation. It all occurs in a flash. She sags, not from exhaustion of a physical type.
"Why don't you use the couch in my office? Get some rest. You'll be more comfortable."
Time passes, an hour, then another. No surprise, really. Eventually, however, the black lashes flutter, then the lids lift a fraction to allow Bruce to peer at the world.
Selina's currently slumped over in the chair near to where Bruce is laying. There is a blanket that has been placed over her in the time between her falling asleep and now.
Bruce's hand grasps the rail beside him to pull him upright, slips, and ends up pressed to his just-repaired stomach. This time the groan's louder, clearer: "Alfred..."
Bruce is silent for a minute, concentrating on breathing in, breathing out, mustering his energy, determining the extent of damage based on pain. On weakness. That's the problem presently: he's weak. He'll recover, of that he's certain, but the blood loss and surgery have sapped him.
Damn it, this happens too often. And this wound...
"Shouldn't have happened," he mumbles to Dick. "Damned stupid, confronting Dent."
He knows Bruce hates to be like this, lying prone in bed -- he hates it almost as much. Maybe moreso, for a natural athlete who lives to move and made his living from movement. In this world, lives depend on being able to move.
He knows the price of not moving fast enough. He's got scars to prove it -- and one of those is in his shoulder from Joker's bullet.
He paces the room slowly, vicariously. Doing the movement that Bruce can't, as if, subconsciously, that'll help. It's not deliberate. It's just something he does -- maybe in part it's also discomfiture at seeing his adoptive father laid up again like this. Like another incident that happened far too recently for his liking. Silence reigns for a little longer as he stops, leaning against the wall directly across from him and folding his arms.
I have to admit, I'm coming into all this a little late.
He has his own issues with Dent. Wounds that have never truly healed, mentally.
Inhale. Exhale. He watches Dick move around with that irritatingly natural grace, like a cat; Bruce's body is made for strength, not for the cat-like reflexes that seem second nature to his adopted son.
And to his fiancee, for that matter.
After looking past Dick and around him in general, Bruce swallows and lowers his voice to a discreet level, which may make hearing him more difficult still. Slowly, as if to ensure he does not expend all of his energy, he explains, "Dent paid Mad Hatter for Tetch technology. Got Strange to use it on Thorne. Used it to get Thorne to murder, confess. Told Selina."
He knows about Thorne. He knows what he's responsible for. But the relationship between Selina and Gotham's former DA ... that's something he's never understood; even less, why she'd warn him after he did something like that. It shows in his expression, which comes entirely from being around Bruce for so many years
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Most of her attention is drawn to the hole in his stomach.
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"Don't go anywhere," Leslie orders, her eyes never leaving the man on the table. "I'm going to need you sooner rather than later."
The amount of blood escaping the bullet wound is significant and suggestive of extensive damage. Selina will find a compress pushed into her hands and her hands led towards the hole. It'll buy them enough time to set up the IVs and attach him to the monitors.
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No, right now she's not in a place where she's willing to take any credit for this. She's the one who caused it. Yes, Harvey pulled the trigger but she's the one who set the wheels in motion for that meeting to happen.
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"Why don't you use the couch in my office? Get some rest. You'll be more comfortable."
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"Thank you."
"I'll stay here for now."
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And groan.
Of course, trying to sit up doesn't help at all.
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Selina's currently slumped over in the chair near to where Bruce is laying. There is a blanket that has been placed over her in the time between her falling asleep and now.
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It's time to leave.
Bruce's hand grasps the rail beside him to pull him upright, slips, and ends up pressed to his just-repaired stomach. This time the groan's louder, clearer: "Alfred..."
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"Stop."
She stands up, making her way over to him.
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The monitors behind Bruce show marked improvement...and have since the butler's arrival was noticed.
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I got here as soon as I could -- what's his status?
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Damn it, this happens too often. And this wound...
"Shouldn't have happened," he mumbles to Dick. "Damned stupid, confronting Dent."
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He knows the price of not moving fast enough. He's got scars to prove it -- and one of those is in his shoulder from Joker's bullet.
He paces the room slowly, vicariously. Doing the movement that Bruce can't, as if, subconsciously, that'll help. It's not deliberate. It's just something he does -- maybe in part it's also discomfiture at seeing his adoptive father laid up again like this. Like another incident that happened far too recently for his liking. Silence reigns for a little longer as he stops, leaning against the wall directly across from him and folding his arms.
I have to admit, I'm coming into all this a little late.
He has his own issues with Dent. Wounds that have never truly healed, mentally.
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And to his fiancee, for that matter.
After looking past Dick and around him in general, Bruce swallows and lowers his voice to a discreet level, which may make hearing him more difficult still. Slowly, as if to ensure he does not expend all of his energy, he explains, "Dent paid Mad Hatter for Tetch technology. Got Strange to use it on Thorne. Used it to get Thorne to murder, confess. Told Selina."
He pauses, swallows harder.
"She warned Dent."
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