Hospital Hell [Bat family, Lisa, semi-open]

The text message had reached Dick's iphone, but not Dick himself. The cell had been left sitting on the coffee table in the living room next to a closed laptop. The cell sat there making a little alarm sound and vibrating as it lay there. There was no sign of Dick. Of course he wasn't there at the time, but someone else was. Some one who Dick probably wouldn't let through the front door with out interrogating for his reasons.

Jason happened to be in the penthouse, there to retrieve so files of any recent crime or information Dick had as Nightwing to be out in the next of the wood he had been the night he had gotten tortured by the Joker. News moved fast through the Bat-family. And Jason was sent to find what he could and get any recent pieces of information he could get from Dick's computer systems.

It had taken him a while to manage to figure away around a few of the security systems on the computer grid, but he manage to get the more recent files he needed. Was everyone in the Bat-family that protective over their computer systems. Jason had shrugged it off. He knew they all where. Just safety in cause someone found them out or was trying to. Jason was still getting a hang of the whole hacking the systems, but was catching on fast at it.

After getting the info he needed, he snooped around a bit. He had never been inside Dick's house. He knew that Barbara lived there, but he didn't work with her much at all. He had picked the lock to get in.

As Jason was walking about checking the place out he heard a sound. He figured it was a cell phone going off. Locating where it was, Jason walked over to the coffee table to find an iphone sitting on the table. It said a text had been received.

Jason of course wasn't going to let it sit. Besides, Dick wouldn't be around to get it any time soon. Not until he got his phone back. Jason fiddled with the phone to find that it didn't have a code protecting it, so he was able to look at the message.

The id. said it was from some one called Selina Kyle. Jason smirked at the thought. He knew who that was. He had seen her at some of those charity events that Bruce threw. What was Dick doing with that woman's number on his phone and why was she contacting him? Barbara would find this interesting.

Jason opened up the text and looked at the message. What did she mean 'holding up'? Something must have happened between the two of them. Jason was stupid. He could put two and two together. But this was only the tip of the ice. There was more to find out what was going on or what had happened.

Jason decided since Dick wasn't around to stop him, he would answer back. Just for the fun of it.

"If you're looking for Dick, he's not around, S. He'll be out for a while. -J"

For the heck of it he would put some sign of his name. Like she would be able to figure that out at first. She'd probably ask who was texting back. And of course for safety reasons, he wasn't about to say that Dick had been torture and was now holding out some where. Jason knew the code of the Bat-family. He'd simple remark that Dick had some business to attend to along with Bruce, or something along those lines.

Jason pressed send and would wait and see if he would get a responses. And if he did, this would probably keep him entertained for a bit. Not like any one would know what he did or what he said. He'd give the phone back to Dick when he next saw him. He had yet to see him since the accident. And with Alfred sending him out here along with what he needed to do for Batman, he was picking up a few things. The cell phone would probably be something Dick would want once he was feeling up to contacting anyone.

Frustration was just the tip of the iceberg in the cause of the headache he gained after hearing about the notorious mugging of Gotham’s own animal activist socialite, Selina Kyle. A crime that wouldn’t have occurred had been on his usual patrol rather than playing the perfectly shaved face of a savvy, loose lipped Bruce Wayne—a mask he had been wearing these nights due to the recent crackdown of surveillance and infiltration the FBI had begun to conduct within Gotham. A citywide lockdown had been put into effect, making it more than difficult for him to shed the shell of multi-billionaire playboy persona by day, to rise up in his true skin of grim, sharply armored vigilante crime fighter by night.

Due to his slacking duties as the Bat, those he held near and dear had begun to take on the broad angles of the fight for justice, and without him at the helm as he was used to being, (as he ALWAYS made it a point to be) those who fought on his side now were reaping the consequences of living this duo-based lifestyle against the hard knocks of Gotham. And though Batman was limited in where he could go and for how long he could make his presence known without the Feds crawling down his neck… Son of Gotham Bruce Wayne was welcome anywhere, anytime—he was a city celebrity, after all.

And though there was slight murmur among the paparazzi he dealt with as one of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors, he was able to shirk off the reporting vultures and eventually made a clean get-a-way from the steely tower-filled downtown scene, reaching his point of destination, Gotham Memorial. It wouldn’t take much to allow him clearance to Miss Selina Kyle’s room...

Clad in a trim and sharply fit dark blue Italian cut suit, looking as though he just walked out of some men’s fashion lineup for fall—his short cut, pitch black hair was combed back saved for a few strands that fell against his clean shaven, picture perfect, handsome visage—easily confirming his stunning looks as a reason why the press followed his carefree playboy antics. He carried a small bouquet of a somewhat odd arrangement of flowers—rather than the typical roses or daisies one usually gets when being visited in the hospital, his assortment wielded the likes of tiger lilies and forget-me-nots. Exotic and animal friendly somehow just seemed fitting for a woman like her.

Though he wasn’t entirely close with Selina Kyle, they had a small history with one another when it came to sharing time with one another at ritzy galas, soirées, or other fundraising events. They had even gone out for a business based luncheon or dinner here and there… and truth be told more than business attraction was kindled within Bruce for the savvy and self-assured business woman and activist—but her busy schedule along with his busy schedule just never gave time for a genuine “date”. Not to mention, there was something… a veil… something he couldn’t put his finger on, something that hinted at more going on behind what she presented to each function—and yet he wouldn’t push for fear a sharp and stunning woman like her may push back—best to leave sleeping dogs lay where they may, right?

Regardless when news struck Selina Kyle had been mugged by some street scum, though there was an unspeakable amount of what Bruce would really like to do in retaliation—he had to lay low in that side of his life—so, visit her with a small bouquets of tiger lilies and forget-me-nots with a small card was the least he could offer. For now. A gentle knock was given to her room’s door and after a he stepped in. Somehow a man of his powerful stature managed to look modest given the situation at hand, though the ultra-rich suit and chiseled demeanor didn’t allow for modesty all too long.

“Hey Selina, I just heard the news… How’re you feeling?” His tone warm. He moved over towards her and handed her the flowers, “I wanted to stop by and give you these—it’s the least I can do.”

And when the small yet bulging card slipped down from the bouquet, he nodded, “Oh, and that’s for special guy you’ve got waiting for your return.”

Upon opening of the card, a small cat-nip mouse shaped toy was clad within, along with a folded check for a nice little donation amount made to her wildlife foundation of choice.

“I would’ve come sooner, but,” He shrugged, slipping his hands into the pockets of his suit. “You know how messy dodging all the P.R. and press can be when it comes to doing something out of the typical corporate routine.”

He flashed a cursory smile, one that didn’t seem to reach the intensity of his blue eyes. He noticed the cell phone before her still being faintly aglow as if being recently used, mildly notating this fact, taking into account her visible wounds and state of being, as well as the slight disarray the room appeared to be in—it reminded him of a caged animal, being pent up against her will. He definitely knew the feeling all too well.

To stave off any awkward silence he then asked, “Any word if they caught the guy?”

Jason was completely unaware of what was going on the hospital. He knew Bruce had gone out, but wasn't sure where he had headed off to. Jason kept the phone with him as he walked around the penthouse a bit more. He had found all that Bruce had asked him to get file while from some of the computer systems he had been able to get into.

He knew Dick had cut off updates with the batcomputer, but was still getting information from it. That and Jason didn't doubt that Barbara was helping to supplies him with some of the recent situations. She had a right to. It was none of Jason's business. He just tried to stay out of the cross fire in this situation.

He walked around a bit glancing around the place at some of the interesting artifacts that Dick had around the place for decoration. Most of which looked like it had probably come from Japan or some where along those lines. The place was pretty well kept, though not as neat as what Alfred would be able to do with it,

Jason heard the text alarm go off again as he walked around. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and read the message that Selina had texted back. He figured she ask those question, but the he now had to come up with a cover story. And thanks to the FBI he couldn't just say Dick was out of town or anything like that. Jason thought quick. Then started to text back:

"This is Jason. And Dick is fine, just working on some research project for a major class for Gotham University. It's going to keep him busy for some time though."

Not the best answer in the world, but hopefully enough to keep her from thinking otherwise. He couldn't put something about Dick being injured, he didn't want to run the chance of saying they wanted to come and visit him or anything. That would be an interesting one to explain that Dick was pretty much lodging at the manor again, though more of the Batcave at most points.

He'd just have to stay on his feet to keep the woman from getting overly concerned about anything. Satisfied with the text he send it on. She's probably only think of the only reason that someone by the name of Jason would have Dick Grayson's cell phone was because this was the other kid Bruce had taken in. Jason was always just the other kid that had been taken in. He was adopted though, were as Dick was just the ward of Bruce Wayne's.

Still what was the harm in texting this woman back. It wasn't like anyone else would find out and he wasn't telling her the true about the situation. He doubted she'd call him for any other information. Maybe a few more texts with questions concerning Dick. Or whatever. He had heard of the accident Selina Kyle had gone through. Bruce had been talking about it with Alfred that morning.

Well if that didn't scream bullshit to her, nothing did. But thankfully the dichotomy of the text was more 'Jason' than it screamed, “Joker.” She had seen the notification light blink while Bruce was talking, and checked her phone, trying to hide the shock in her face as Gotham's golden boy paid her a visit. Maybe Bruce didn't know the extent of Dick's activities anymore. With taking another boy under his wing after who knows what, maybe he really -was- just that busy.

Clearing her throat she glanced over at Wayne, smiling as her mind was whirring to come up with some response. She was laid up. And Dick had some injuries...but enough for that sort of response? Was it possible that this kid had taken over the vacancy Richard Grayson had left? It was a lot of questions, and right now, there was a pretty big damn distraction right in front of her. In a custom cut navy Italian suit. That she couldn't ask a damn thing about it all.

Unless, well, unless she could do it in a good way. Casually. And she didn't think Dick was working on that in-depth of a school project right now. If her own damn memory served her well, not a whole lot of major projects were started this early in the semester. Holding up a finger to Bruce, she had to excuse herself. “Old friend. Let me just send a response quick...” She murmured, smiling at him.
While this 'Jason' had thought quickly, his lack of experience wasn't covering it against Catwoman.
“So, Jason, he's able to focus despite his injuries?” She sent, the response vague enough without entirely questioning things, nor giving away too much. It was too bad she didn't know about the Joker incident, considering how isolated she was in the hospital.


Tapping 'send,' Selina set her phone down, and turned back to Bruce. “Hear anything good about the FBI's doings? Any vile human scum being removed? Joker? Two-face? You know...” She paused, leaning over a bit. “It makes me wonder if Batman is working with them, or against them, with all they've been spouting about anyone with a mask.” She was curious, always curious, but this time wanted to know what Bruce thought. Even with the fact both Nightwing, and Catwoman were out of commission, and maybe purposefully.

Turning to glance at Bruce, she shrugged. She didn't want to tell him everything, well, due to confidentiality issues. But she could let him know a bit. “Yes. A client, but I wouldn't call him an acquaintance. The sooner I get out of here and back to my home, the sooner I can get the information to the police, which will probably feed it to the FBI. The same for Cobblepot. He was trying to blackmail another client of mine as well. One that doesn't like being asked to do things rudely.” She had to crack a smile at that one. Maybe Bruce got watered down drinks at the Iceberg, but hell, she had a running tab to spend down, thanks to a few heists Ozzie had botched.

As Bruce continued, she shook her head. Cellphone issues? Seriously? She'd never heard a more lame response. But, whatever floated the guy's boat. When they had been at a fundraiser a few weeks ago, she had been chatting on and off about a few things she knew. Well, that was before the harpies started to sqwak. Waving him closer to her bed, she invited him to sit. “Here. My phone is a good example. I have both an iPhone, and an android, depending on what I want to do. But both have similar capabilities.” She started.

Pointing to her phone, she first showed him the sides, the quick sort of shortcut button he could use, or flipping through a few apps, she showed him where he could tap to start the application. “It really depends on how you want to do it, how many steps...all that. And if you wanted to just call someone based off a text...” She started again, her texting program bringing up her last messages, “sometimes you can just swipe and it will either call, or dictate a message, or likewise.”

Seeing the message from Jason made her roll her eyes, before she flicked to another more...innocent message. Setting her phone in her lap, she looked up at him, feeling like she was greatly under dressed. “So, Bruce. What model are you currently using? We could look through, and I could show you how it works...considering that is what you stopped by for, you know.” She teased him, knowing that sometimes he was a bit smarter than he put on, especially in public. One on one? Well that was different.

Again, the curiosity that had piqued over her cell phone’s small buzzing to alert her of the next awaiting message made him question the source it came from. Why might he be so curious over who was giving Selina Kyle’s such personal attention? Probably because she had been incapacitated, had been assaulted by the very streets he had taken a personal oath to protect—that was all. … Right. He could practically hear Alfred’s elderly English accented remarking with some sort of quip about Bruce’s attention to detail being much more specified when it came to the likes of Selina. He now gazed out the window in her hospital room, after giving a head nod to her request for a moment to respond to said “old friend”. Upon her finishing her textual response his attention was shifted back over towards her, his tall frame now moving back to her bedside.

“Me? Follow the FBI and their investigation? The most I know about anything FBI related comes from that TV show—with those FBI agents, tall lanky guy and his redheaded partner who investigate aliens or something… Then again Gotham has seen stuff that could give the writers for that show a run for their money.” He shrugged. “I don’t like to involve myself in things like that if I can help it.”

Upon hearing her wonder of the city’s own masked vigilante working with them, another shrug was given.

“I’ll say this, I think it’s good they’re here. I don’t have to worry about anyone from Wayne Enterprises participating in any insider trading or tax evasion—that’s a plus. And as far as the Batman goes, if he is working with them maybe they finally CAN clean up the criminally insane, give more preventative protection to the good people of this city. And if he’s not? Well, I can’t blame the FBI for targeting him considering he isn’t exactly the law. I think he intends for good things but you know, this city didn’t seem so infected with the sickos like it is now until he came onto the scene, hate to say. Maybe they have a point with going after those in masks.” He paused, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“That’s why I prefer to focus on sports car collecting—simple, concrete, validating, and loads of fun when you have your own private driving course to test those speeds.” He flashed her a playful grin.

When she brought up Cobblepot, more internal mental notes were taken—he would have the pay a few of the Penguin’s well known associates a visit to dig up dirt on just what Cobblepot is using as blackmail to whom. His thoughts snapped to when Selina now motioned for him to come beside and learn how to actually utilize a smart phone. Oh, if the woman only knew… And yet? The excuse to sit beside the green eyed, raven haired woman of exotic beauty couldn’t be denied, and neither could the lame excuse of a lie he told as to why he wanted to actually come to her room to give his condolences rather than just send them via delivery.

He was still going on the initial notion that they had become more than simple acquaintances over the years of engaging conversation at the parties and crowds they ran in. A few times here on a business luncheon or a small and cordial nightcap… And each time after being in her presence he would find himself wondering—what if there was something more? Blue eyes took a moment to scan past her own supple form, unable to help it being so close to currently vulnerable Selina, and finally focused on the phone at hand. As she went through the directions of usage, he immediately caught a phone number that was beyond recognizable (and yes, he was someone who despite technology, took the time to memorize cell numbers, home numbers, work numbers… his mind was a living encyclopedia) the phone number belonging to Dick. THAT’S who had been texting Selina?! How? When?

His eyes went razor sharp—he needed to get to Dick and figure out when this little trading of numbers occurred. But as she scanned through the messages to give example, he was able to read the text and caught the initial of “J”… Jason. Great. Jason was responding for Dick, toying around with Selina? As much as his city was unraveling from his deluded control, his home life seemed to be suffering the same fate. Order was needed, a sense of order only he could provide—which he was needed to provide this order? The Batman? Bruce Wayne? Either way, his duties could not be put on hold any longer, the Bat would emerge back in his cowl sweeping the city tonight. Bruce would regain his household and let his unique little family know he was there for them and their support is needed now more than ever. His moment of personal enjoyment beside Selina Kyle had come to an end—he needed answers now from his wards, well, his current ward and the former.

Selina: “So, Bruce. What model are you currently using? We could look through, and I could show you how it works...considering that is what you stopped by for, you know.”

“Currently using Nadia Sparavec, Russia model for the newest Prada line. ” He now responded with a sly, cocky grin. “Wait… I think it’s Nadia—maybe it’s Anya. It’s something like that. …Oh, you meant the phone. Pick one, I have several to watch each branch.” He stated with a shrug. “Right now I’ve got the Droid on me and--“

His phone had been set to activate an alert text when his recognized voice spoke the word ‘droid’—enabling him to excuse himself from any situation.

“Now I’m the popular one,” He added sheepishly and took his phone from his pocket. “Speak of the devil, I completely forgot we have a lunch date in an hour and I still have a stockholder’s meeting to catch.” He stood quickly and then looked to Selina, “Sorry to cut this short but…”

And given all the upheaval going on, he figured why not at least add to it with a silver lining.

“… Rain check? Next Friday night, granted you’re feeling well, we can continue this tutorial over at the French restaurant with the sky bar overlooking the city?”

And before she could respond he was already out the door. However her phone would buzz once more with a text, this time coming from Bruce’s phone:

‘Fast learner. Text me your answer, I can always use the practice. -Bruce’

Another text this time, was sent to Dick’s phone—entirely meant for the youth on the other end of that phone, Jason and if Dick was beside him, even better. This text a response to the last one he glanced at upon Selina's phone.

Jason: "Seems to be doing alright, but may be taking longer than what he wanted since he's probably having trouble writing with that bad wrist."

‘Good thing Dick has such a caring friend to text hospitalized socialites for him given his bad wrist. Begs the question of why you have his phone, Jason. Be home soon. -Bruce’

Jason had gotten into the elevator and was heading down when the text alarm went off again. He figured it was probably that Selina again. He was getting a bit bored of his. Leaning up against the wall in the elevator as it traveled down to the lobby, Jason pulled the phone out of his pocket.

He got the screen up again and got back to the inbox. Looking at the number, it wasn't the same number that had been texting him before when it was Selina. It only took him a moment to recognize that number. What would Bruce be doing texting Dick's cell at this time.

Jason opened the message and read it over. His eyes widened when he read the message. How the heck did Bruce found out about this? There was only one answer, he must have been at the hospital or Selina had told him that he had been texting her.

Either way it was enough to make Jason shut the phone off and leave it be, ending his fun at that. He knew he was in for an interrogation when he got back to the Manor if Bruce got there first. Jason wasn't all that happy now thinking about it.

His goal was to get there and out again before Bruce got him. First thing Jason was going to do was slip into Dick's room at the Manor and leave it on the night stand there, hoping not to be caught over it. And if he could sneak out before Bruce got the chance to track him down and question him for himself.

How did Bruce always have away of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, which would be the effect against Jason at that point, but probably the right place at the right time for him. Jason stuffed the phone back into his pocket and as the elevator doors opened to the lobby, Jason walked quickly through and head to the street. He pulled out his phone and called for Alfred to pick him up if he had the chance.

Her room was still untidy, her laptop on the bedside table, her half-finished coffee, the card and flowers from Bruce. Sitting partially up she had been dozing, nearing a cat-nap when she heard the door click. Yawning slightly, she had half-expected to see one of the nurses. Instead....it was..she didn't know who it was.

Awkwardly pulling herself up somewhat, she smiled, pressing the back of her hand to her lips to stifle a yawn. Her sleep deprived green eyes went to look at him, finally seeking out his nameplate. "Mugged, Dr. Elliot. Walking home, and a client got me. I was able to fend him off, mostly...but-" She shrugged, her casted arm going up in resignation. Selina yawned again, trying to look somewhat presentable before she realized she was a patient. In a hospital. So she looked like, well, a mess, and not the socialite most were used to seeing.

But she did have to admit, it was nice to finally have visitors other than Liv. Bruce first, and now this Dr. Elliot? Why not.