Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 17, 2011 0:35:30 GMT -5
Continuation to: Curiosity and the Cat
Of all the stupid things and dumb choices and mistakes...of all nights for this to happen. All those years of hiding their secret identities and now...this. It could all be blown because of one stupid accident. One stupid mistake. Dick mentally kicked himself, knowing he was going to regret doing this. But when someone needed your help, you couldn't just leave them on the side walk.
And of all the people it had to be. Dick found himself on the rooftop across from his apartment building. And in his arms he carried an unconscious Catwoman. He made extra sure that no one had seen him. No one was watching. He had hidden his motorcycle. He had gotten to the rooftop and was now going for his own window of his apartment building.
Dick looked around and located his complex. He had left a window open just for these kinds of situation. More so for getting back late and having away to get in. He couldn't just walk through the front doors and through the halls as Nightwing.
He held on tightly to Catwoman with one arm as he shot a line gun to his building. With ease, he swung over holding onto her as he made it to the ledge of his window. He double checked everything. No one was out. He was safe to enter.
Opening the window to his penthouse he slipped Catwoman in first very carefully. And then he slipped himself in as well. Once inside the building he picked up Catwoman and walked over toward the wall and pressed a button. They were in the back room that was locked off to anyone that arrived in the apartment, It took certain codes and identification to access the room and it's hidden equipment. When the button was pressed it recognized his scan and a medical table set from one of the walls. He laid the unconscious Catwoman on the padded table.
He looked around and kept the lights dim and kept the blinds drawn. He wondered if Babs was around. Dick was in a bit of a panic over the situation. Her was Catwoman, a criminal, and against the Bat-family, well at times, was in his apartment. He couldn't just leave her on the street. He needed to help her. After the motorcycle accident, it was the least he could do.
Dick tried to remain cool about the whole thing and started after a few medical kits. And searched the storage space for any other medical equipment he could use to try and help her. He knew he had to try and wake her up, and he needed to take care of her arm as well. He shuffled through the stuff in the room looking for what he needed. Here was Nightwing going through his own stuff to help an unconscious Catwoman literally in his home.
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Post by selinakyle on Aug 28, 2011 23:19:41 GMT -5
It was bad that she had passed out. But the swinging and traveling; much of what she was used to finally jostled her brain a bit more, and while he was digging through supplies, Selina would let out a low moan, followed by a watery splatter. Her head throbbed. Her arm was a splitting, dull pain. And she didn't even want to pry her eyelids open to see where she was. From what she could gather, other than from her eyesight, it was....safe. Or at least it felt like it, as she lay on the table.
"Oh god. Where the hell am I... " She moaned, fingers on her busted arm starting to check if her domino, backup mask was still on. And thankfully it was, much to the pain in her arm. "Dammit...." She swore again, eyes struggling to open even halfway as she shifted to sit, giving up halfway and leaning on her side, prepared in-case she was about to toss her catnip again.
"Sorry about the mess...I'll get it...once this damn headache goes away..." Gripping the edge of the bed-like table, it hit her what had happened. "Wait...Wait. Where the hell am I?" Last thing she had remembered was trading barbs with Nightwing. Robin. Shit. Her gloves were still fine, her non-injured hand flipping them out quietly. She may be injured, but she sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 29, 2011 11:07:56 GMT -5
"Good, you're up," Dick commented as he shifted through a new more things in the cabinet he was grabbing medical supplies from. "Saves me the trouble of explaining things...," he mumbled to himself as he grab a casting material to be able to help support her arm.
He searched through and found the ace wrap he would need as well. He piled the stuff under one arm as he continued to gather what he needed. He figured she wouldn't be feeling all that great after that bump on the head. Dick knew enough not to trust her even if she wasn't feeling good. Catwoman was Catwoman and could easily double cross those helping her.
And right now, she was in a place she didn't know and he had the advantage. Of course, she was going to question all of this. He would do if the same thing had happened to him. He collected what he needed to try and set her arm. From the corner of his eyes he kept watch on her. It wasn't that hard to keep an eye out.
"Don't even think about it," he said in a slightly annoyed tone knowing what she might try to do. One could see the Bat's training in him at that point. Not taking in eyes of his work, yet knowing what was going on around him.
"Relax, I'm not going to report you or anything. You weren't exactly robbing a jewelry store or anything. Besides do you really think I would want the police coming around? I'd be hunted down second after if I were to drop you off any where" Dick commented, trying to gain even an ounce of trust over the new situation. He started back toward her. "Do you want an ice pack for your head? I want to get that arm taken care of," he said.
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Post by selinakyle on Aug 30, 2011 2:30:26 GMT -5
Selina snorted, then winced. "If I hadn't thought about it, hell, I wouldn't have done it." She snapped back, peeling off her glove and throwing it at him. "And yes, ice would be great. Some sort of painkiller, too would be great, as long as you're not going to dose me with something, Nightwing." As soon as the words left her mouth, they felt weird. Foreign. To be in this...place, a saferoom, from what she had been able to gather, she thought it odd. Whomever first Robin, then Nightwing was, they had money. Money to near rival her own nightly escapades.
And with that, her now unsheathed hand went to her face, re-checking that her mask was still in place. It was, but the downside was her fingers coming away tacky. "Could you grab a washcloth, or something? I'm bleeding. Don't want you or Batman running some sort of little tests on it. This is risk enough...." She barely murmured the last sentence, shaking her head, trying to go about her usual flippant attitude. But those sort of motions made her sick, and she gently eased herself back onto the padded cot.
She was a hot mess, and not up to acting sexy for the time being. There really was no way to pull off demure coy when you were busted and bleeding, and sequestered away in your oppositions hidey-hole.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 31, 2011 1:19:09 GMT -5
He was carrying all the stuff in his right arm close to his body, and heard hr comment. As the glove was thrown at him, he caught it with his left hand. He was quick enough to react to it. Dick walked over and placed the medical supplies on a table close to the medical table he had placed her on.
"Do I look like the sort of guy that would be planning to do something like that," Dick replied. He should have expected the snide remarks from her. They didn't trust each other, it was obvious enough. He placed her glove near her as well.
Dick walked away from a second and over to a large metal storage cabinet that sort all sort of cooled medical supplies as well as carrying ice packs. Of course, he would have something like that in his place. And on returned he grabbed a tablet for her to take for killing the pain a bit. He handed her both images and then reach got a small plastic cup and filled it with watcher from a water cooler tower that was in the room. The Bats always had plenty of supplies it seemed.
Handing the water off to her as he went of to grab a wet cloth for her. On his return he returned the a comment,"You know, it would have been a lot easier to just hand you over to the police." He set the cloth near her for when she wanted it.
He grabbed the molding plaster like material and wanted to start on her broken arm. "Now stand still, I need to get that arm wrapped if you ever want it to set properly," he replied, a little annoyed in return with the resent turn in events after the motorcycle ride.
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Post by selinakyle on Aug 31, 2011 18:31:40 GMT -5
Her voice caught in her throat. Would he be that sort of man? A few minutes prior, she would have spat out something nasty. But now? She was re-thinking everything. "You're Batman's ex-costumed stepson. Or that's how I thought of things. Unless...you know, his preference was for men." Which, would be pretty odd considering how he reacted to her on the rooftops.
As she took the tablet and water, she downed both rather quickly, setting the cup aside and taking the wet washcloth. "I hate to say this, but what you're doing isn't going to work. You can't cast that over my suit. And it's already torn to shreds." Sighing, one of her eyes was clouded with sticky ochre, a gash seeping into it. "Can you get me two towels? Or a sheet? Something like that, considering I'm guessing after this, you're not going to have me stay overnight for a sleepover." Selina attempted a wry smile, the pain in her head subsiding slightly.
She was already a mess, the leather pitted and slashed, her foot already swelling slightly in her boot, her arm busted. What a night. As he would go to grab the items, she would start to remove items of her own suit; left boot, right boot. Her remaining black glove. The strap over her head for her small bag. She was trying her damnest to dab at the blood around her mask without taking it off, but was getting very little done. And if he was going to help her, she was going to have to trust him.
Thinking on his comment about the police, she nodded. "But then who are you going to chase that keep up with both your witticisms?" She swallowed harshly, the ramifications of her being turned into GPD. "But honestly, if you chose that, my life...would be done." Putting the washcloth over her eyes, that thought settled in deeply with her, bringing about a few tears to her eyes. She'd blame the pain if he asked.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 6, 2011 0:59:21 GMT -5
"I don't think the Bat would let you go the way he does if he didn't have a thing for women. That and I've seen the way you two have looked at each other," Dick commenting her, hoping to straighten out her thoughts on that. Even the Bruce Wayne image he had to hold up was truly a ladies man. The really Bruce seemed to like the loneliness around him though. He wasn't much of a peoples person behind all the faces. "The Bat prefers the company of a stone wall to people any how," Dick commented half jokingly.
Though there was a bit of truth behind it. Bruce just wasn't the type for talking. He should know, he has had many patrols where it was like talking to a wall. And even now a days it seemed the Bat was being coming even more antisocial. If it weren't for Alfred at the manor, Dick would start to worry about Bruce just losing himself in his work. They were all that way. If it weren't for the constant reminder of their lives outside the masks, they would probably just live with their heads buried in the sand.
"I wasn't really planning on casting it over the suit," Dick replied flatly. He knew what he was doing. He'd was going to take it a step at a time, He was sure both of them were uncomfortable about all of this. Dick was risking his identity with having her here.
Before he was about to leave to go and get her a sheet, he stopped as she continued to banter at him a bit at first. He looked over at her and notice her tearing up a bit. He didn't say anything about that. Dick knew even with Babs not to bring up things like this. "I'm not going to," he said flat out. No hint of it being a lie at all. He wasn't going to and that was that. "We've gotten ourselves into a war and need to stand together when we can," he spoke honestly his opinion on the matter. "Though that is not to say someone like the Penguin or the Riddler shouldn't be taken down."
Even though she was a criminal, at times she acted on parts as a vigilante. Catwoman had never killed for any unlawful reasons. Heck, as far as he knew she had never killed anyone. She only seemed to do what was in her best interest, but there were times when she had taken a stand for others. And Dick knew those were also some of the reason Batman had let her go. That and maybe a few other reasons.
"You just hang tight. I'll get you a sheet. I'll be right back," Dick replied. He wasn't about to stay don't leave the room, because mostly when you told someone not to, they often did. Dick was still in his Nightwing suit, but no one would notice him since he was in his penthouse. He walked toward the door and opened and closed it behind him as he walked over to the hall closest to grab a clean sheet for Catwoman. It wasn't that far a walk from the room he had been in.
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Post by selinakyle on Sept 7, 2011 1:42:43 GMT -5
She wasn't going to stay put. But at least her little show of tears did get some consolation from him. "Thank you...I..." And then he was out the door. The room she was in was pretty sterile, something she mused he picked up from Batman. Then again, she had the same sort of 'safe room' in her own apartment. Easing herself to the floor, her ankle shifting painfully, Selina made her way to the door, quietly opening it as she awkwardly, and near silently started looking for a bathroom.
Hobbling into the opposite hallway, she noted a few photographs. A few aerial acrobatic shots...and one of him with an older man. Taking a bit of a closer look she startled herself, backing into the hallway wall with a minor thud. "Shit.." She whispered, continuing to move down the hall, hoping a bathroom would be near by.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 7, 2011 2:05:36 GMT -5
Dick had gone into the spare room, which was now the room of Babs. There was a small closest in there that the two of them agreed to keep it the way it had been. It was where most of the clean wash for the bathrooms and bedroom were kept. There were towels and bed sheet in it. Dick grabbed one of the white bed sheet from on of the shelves.
At first he hadn't been in a rush, but when he heard a small thud in the hallway, he jumped into action. He rushed out of the room toward the hall. It didn't take him long to get back to the hall way to find a noise Catwoman out and about. Dick was stopped at the sight of her. "I thought i told you to stay put," Dick said, more annoyance in his tone over finding her wandering around in his penthouse.
Dick just couldn't believe this! This was just not his night...He wasn't sure all what she would be able to figure out just by walking down the hall. But to him, it was over. She'd be able to tell. There was too much in the penthouse to give it away. The many small framed shots of his parents and others would be enough.
Dick wasn't sure if he was more freaked out over this or furious over what she had done. She had broken the number one rule of the vigilante life. Though there really wasn't a rule about this, he had been the one to break it himself by bring her here. Either way, this was a disaster. Dick had falling into something completely new and unwanted.
He walked over to her and held out the sheet to her. Glaring at her from behind his mask for her walking into his personal life outside of the vigilante image. "Here. There's a bathroom, the next door to your left," he said almost through gritted teeth, trying to hold back his anger over the new situation. He couldn't believe he had let this happen. What was wrong with him lately? This was definitely not like him. Then again, they had just come from an accident on a motorcycle with no helmets. He could blame that for now to make himself feel better. But he was annoy beyond belief, but even more upset with what he had allowed to happen as well.
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Post by selinakyle on Sept 7, 2011 2:17:38 GMT -5
She glanced up to him, the shock unable to be hidden. "Actually, you said you would be back, never said you wanted me to stay put. I...thank you." She reached out, lamely grabbing the sheet as she continued to hobble towards the bathroom. "This time, I'll call for you to bring me back to the room.." She continued, closing the door behind her.
She couldn't believe it. Dick Grayson. Bruce Wayne's adopted son. She blinked a few times, staring at her rather ragged visage staring back at her dumbly from the mirror. It was ridiculous. Truly, truly ridiculous. The kid came from money! And heartache, that was sure. Lost both his parents. Hobbling to the rather nice bathtub she started the water, testing and adjusting it to a warmer setting. Going back to the mirror she peeled off her mask, the secondary one she wore beneath he cowl-just in case for times like this. Dropping it into the sink, she stoppered it and let some water dump onto it.
Her face was no better, several lacerations revealed, the wounds already ceasing bleeding. But...she still couldn't stop thinking about who she had crashed with. Who was now taking care of her. No wonder he had become Robin, and then Nightwing. Bruce was so damn dull, at least the kid had finally gotten some sort of decent rolemodel.
She had to sit on the closed toilet to tug off her boots, and wrestle with the zipper on her tattered suit. But soon enough she had been able to get under the water of the shower, her body stinging where droplets hit her wounds. It was akward to move, her having to lean against the wall to shed the blood and grit, but she was able to finally finish, snapping off the water and grabbing a towel.
Dried somewhat, she looked more herself in the mirror, twisting the sheet into a sort of makeshift dress, something that would allow him to be able to tend to her wounds. Her catsuit, boots, and one glove were nicely folded and tucked beneath her arm. Glancing about the bathroom, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next few moments that would occur.
With Dick Grayson.
Nee Robin.
Now Nightwing.
Whom was going to cast her arm. Treat her wounds, and hopefully get her ass back home. Rapping her good hand against the wood of the door, she knocked, finally calling out to him, "I'm done..." and waiting for him to escort her back.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 7, 2011 13:24:50 GMT -5
Catwoman's comment annoyed Dick to no end. When someone says to hang tight, it pretty much meant the same thing. He held his tongue and didn't reply as she made her way to the bathroom. Dick was angry enough over what had happened. He wasn't about to say something he might regret.
Dick had stood in the hallway a bit away from the bath room door. Still with his mask on, he stared at the photos on the wall that had passed before the eyes of Catwoman. She had to know now who he was. There weren't many in the city with his back story. It had been a head line event on both parts. Both the circus accident and Bruce taking him in as his ward.
Dick stayed leaning up against the wall his arms crossed. He was just deep in thought over the whole thing. He wasn't sure what he was going to do now. He had done the stupidest thing by trying to help her out like this. But it had been the only way. With the FBI out there, everyone was at risk. And Dick wasn't about to throw Catwoman to the lions and her lose her life. Just like he wouldn't have wanted her to do the same to him if it had been the other way around.
After a whiles wait, Dick heard a knock at the bathroom door, and heard Catwoman call out. Dick got up and walked over toward the door. He opened the door slowly when he got there. Once the door was open, he stood out of the way. But he did notice she had forgotten something. Her mask was not on. "Well, looks like we might be even on the whole identity thing now," he replied less than pleased with everything going on. Just by looking at her, he recognized her face. He had seen her before at the Wayne charity events quite a few times.
"Lets go back, and I'll take care of your arm," Dick replied waiting for her to walk back to the room. He didn't want her wandering around any further. She didn't need to know about his personal life even with finding out his identity. Especially with Babs living with him. Though that was probably all over town how the Commissioner's daughter had moved in with the ward of Bruce Wayne.
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Post by selinakyle on Sept 7, 2011 17:47:29 GMT -5
Standing their bare-faced was intense. She felt like her entire body was shaking, but that could be from the adrenaline coursing through her body, the end of it finally revealing how wounded she really was. "I guess we are..." She replied, a wane smile on her freshly scrubbed non-masked face.
Once she walked back to the safe-room she used her good foot and arm to get herself back up, sitting there like a kid at the doctor's office. No snark, no coyness, no attitude. The gravity of whom was now helping her was sitting heavily in the room. Glancing up at him, face masked still, she finally ventured a few words. "I guess, we have met before. Several times. If...it's any help, I can see why you did it. In my book..." She paused, a faint smile on her lips. "Batman is a better role-model than Wayne could ever be. Save for all that black and white...but still, good choice, Richard..." She added his name softly, letting him manipulate her arm when he came closer.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 7, 2011 19:25:17 GMT -5
Dick followed her back to the safe-room. Once they were in there, he collected a few items again to try and take care o her arm. He was more of planning to up her arm in a splint rather and a cast. But he had the equipment and supplies to do either if she wanted.
He returned over to her as she was already on the medical table. Dick listened to her speak as he looked over her arm. From the look of her arm, he wasn't sure if it was a clean break or not. There wasn't much out of place. But it was enough by her lack of movement and the swelling that was starting that he could tell where about it was. At her words of 'why he did it' he looked at her from where he stood.
He didn't return the light smile she seemed to be trying to give off to ease the tension. He was still frustrated over all this. Bruce would have his head if he found out. Though it was more of a when factor than an if. "Yeah. You get used to the life pretty quick though," Dick made sure to cover his trail. He would let her say what she wanted about Bruce and Batman. There was no way he was going to let in on that secret. It was the least he could do since his identity was blown.
Looking back down at her arm, he carefully moved her arm a bit. Lightly turning it over slowly and ever so carefully. He didn't want to cause her any more pain than what it might be causing her. Dick stopped for a moment. He leaned away from her arm and with his right hand reached up and removed the mask from his own face. "Fair is fair," he commented as he did this. "You already figured it out and you don't have you're on any more," he said revealing his face to her now. He lay the mask to the side.
"Now would you prefer a cast or a splint," he asked her. Dick would give her the chance to chose before he took on the job of getting her arm some support and proper care.
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Post by selinakyle on Sept 7, 2011 20:35:02 GMT -5
She watched him carefully as he shifted and moved her arm. Rolling her eyes, she nodded, "Tell me about it. But it seems that us sort of socialites like to have other extracurricular activities." She added, looking up at his face. "A splint, in case I need to actually go out during the day. You know how it goes, disguising a wound.." Her foot kicked out toward his already bum ankle. Clearing her throat, she looked over his shoulder while he worked. "Well, there was no point to be wearing it in the shower. And...after I saw those photos, well, we may not exactly be on the same sides, but...fair is fair."
She walked the fence quite often. But considering she knew who he was, and now he knew her, it was only fair. Yes, she taunted him, and Batman more often than not, but hell. She didn't kill, and she did most things for fun. At least that is what she told herself.
Clearing her throat, she reflected on what he said about Batman. He did tend to work alone. He didn't talk that much. But...she could see that flash in those ice blue eyes when she pressed up against him. Lightly clearing her throat, she fixed those green eyes on Nightwing, now Dick, she said to him, "Thank you."
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Sept 7, 2011 21:30:16 GMT -5
Dick noticed her foot kicking out toward his right leg. The covered up ace he and Babs had designed for him to be able to still patrol after staying off it for a while. He still remember the attack, but the wound was healing well. He knew there would be scarring on it for some times. Scars sometime faded over time. And some stuck around longer. But he was sure it would leave a trace of something.
He worked with the plaster he had brought over. He got up for a second and turned on the water from a small medical sink built into the counter that lined one part of the wall. He soaked the plaster material and came back over. Working fast he started to shape it around her arm. It started at the palm of her hand and went back around her elbow and back to the back side of her land. This would allow the most support as it was wrapped in place.
He applied pressure on it to make sure it would support her arm enough. He held it there for a few moments. Trying to be careful, but he need to apply pressure on it. Dick looked at her when she said her thanks to him. "It's the least I could do," Dick replied. He knew as well as Batman the reasons they didn't just arrest her. She was less of a threat than most crook in this city.
Though Dick knew there was more behind the cold stare of the Batman when it came to Catwoman. Dick grabbed the medical wrap and started to work on her arm again. "You do know what this means now," Dick commented. "Because of this, you know too much." He gave the slightest hint of a weak smile at her. Dick was some what joking.
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