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
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A gunshot wound of any kind is a medical emergency.
Word reaches Leslie quickly. A few moments later, she's at his side, no evidence of having just been woken from a sound sleep anywhere present in her features. Underlying her professionalism though is recognizable concern. Tim may at this very moment be a Bat-Grump but to Leslie, he's also family. That fact that he's still standing is a good sign.
"What happened?" she asks, leading him immediately to an exam room and inspecting him at the same time.
He's a stoic patient as she tends to the bullet in his arm. Lodged in his shoulder, the armor deflected enough of the projectile's impact to prevent bone from being injured.
"Junkie." he replies tersely.
He adjusts his seating to give her a better view of the arm.
"Should have kept my eyes on him while taking down the dealers." he adds.
There was a time when he would grit his teeth to endure the pain of having a bullet extracted. Leslie might now notice that his expression doesn't flicker in the slightest as she digs.
"There are some new and dangerous designer drugs on the street lately." he comments as he watches her skill.
The manner in which he receives treatment concerns her almost as much the wound itself. It seems like he becomes more and more like Bruce every day. It isn't right that they endure pain as well as they do.
She pauses every so briefly at his last comment. "Any leads?"
He nods, impassive as he watches her expert stitching techniques.
"Scarecrow is the safe bet, and there is considerable circumstantial evidence to tie him to it as well. There is a complicating layer to it all though. I think we're seeing a power play between conflicting criminal enterprises."
Reaching into his belt, he retrieves a flash drive and places it on the exam table. "I've been meaning to get this to you. It's a chemical analysis of some of the variants I've found."
His stoic expression turns grim.
"It's designed with the developing neurochemistry of adolescents in mind. Dopamine receptors are targeted, but that's not all. The addictive mechanism does allot of damage. Most users will either end up dying if they keep taking it, but kicking the stuff will require pharmacological assistance in order to survive the withdrawal stage.
I hope it helps if you start seeing some of the addicts showing up at the clinic."
Bane was finally starting to get his sense of awareness back. Whatever the doctor had given him helped immensely. He wasn't quite physically fit enough to go chasing after Scarecrow, but at least he could think straight and speak coherently again. Thank God for small favors.
He could hear the doctor speaking to someone. A masculine voive, young, and it sounded familiar.
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...
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Word reaches Leslie quickly. A few moments later, she's at his side, no evidence of having just been woken from a sound sleep anywhere present in her features. Underlying her professionalism though is recognizable concern. Tim may at this very moment be a Bat-Grump but to Leslie, he's also family. That fact that he's still standing is a good sign.
"What happened?" she asks, leading him immediately to an exam room and inspecting him at the same time.
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"Junkie." he replies tersely.
He adjusts his seating to give her a better view of the arm.
"Should have kept my eyes on him while taking down the dealers." he adds.
There was a time when he would grit his teeth to endure the pain of having a bullet extracted. Leslie might now notice that his expression doesn't flicker in the slightest as she digs.
"There are some new and dangerous designer drugs on the street lately." he comments as he watches her skill.
"Dangerous stuff."
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She pauses every so briefly at his last comment. "Any leads?"
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"Scarecrow is the safe bet, and there is considerable circumstantial evidence to tie him to it as well. There is a complicating layer to it all though. I think we're seeing a power play between conflicting criminal enterprises."
Reaching into his belt, he retrieves a flash drive and places it on the exam table.
"I've been meaning to get this to you. It's a chemical analysis of some of the variants I've found."
His stoic expression turns grim.
"It's designed with the developing neurochemistry of adolescents in mind. Dopamine receptors are targeted, but that's not all. The addictive mechanism does allot of damage. Most users will either end up dying if they keep taking it, but kicking the stuff will require pharmacological assistance in order to survive the withdrawal stage.
I hope it helps if you start seeing some of the addicts showing up at the clinic."
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He could hear the doctor speaking to someone. A masculine voive, young, and it sounded familiar.
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"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...
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"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.
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