Overdrive Into Overkill (Shayera/Hawkgirl)

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[Suggested Listening: "Gone Shootin'" by AC/DC]

Harvey was cornered in an alley, at least six younger men surrounding him.  He stood tall and without fear.  One of them had a bat, another with a knife, and another cracked his knuckles and slipped a set of brass knuckles on.

"C'mon, pops, just give us the wallet and the keys to that sweet little caddy of yours and ain't no one gonna get hurt."

Harvey cracked his own knuckles with a smile.

"You know, I could call up a few friends o'mine, but I think we'll have a fairer fight if its just the seven of us..."

"Your funeral, pops..."

The young men began to inch their ways toward Harvey.  Yeah, he had a gun on 'im, but it had been a while since he had a nice little brawl with some street thugs.  He hadn't even flashed his badge yet.  One of the ones without a weapon lunged at him, trying to land a right cross, Harvey just stepped back and then back in, catching the kid's arm and twisting his wrist, putting him to the ground.  As soon as he looked up the one with the brass knuckles came next.  Harvey caught his fist and began to squeeze down on it.  The kid started to scream.  Harvey twisted his wrist, breaking it. 

Another unarmed one came at him, trying to land punches.  harvey caught one in the kidney and grunted.  He retaliated by breaking the kid's arm so bad that his bone was portruding from the skin.  The one holding the bat took a sucker swing at Harvey's back.  He made the hit, But harvey caught the bat.  He yanked it away and jabbed him in the nose with the butt of it.  Before Harvey had any time the one with the knife stabbed him, aiming for his ribs, but catching him in the arm.  harvey swung the bat, knocking the knife wielding punk clean out.  The last one had a gun drawn.  Harvey held the now bloodied bat down.

"You sure about that?"

The kid's hand was shaking, he'd never used that pistol before.  That was when Harvey moved his coat aside enough that the kid could see his badge on his hip.

"Shootin' a police officer's got a lot of consequences to it, y'know."

The kid's hand continued to shake.  He finally dropped the gun and just took off running.  Somehow the weapon still discharged and caught Harvey in the shoulder.  He was knocked back, losing his balance, and fell.  He put a hand to his shoulder, blood was beginning to stain his shirt, suit jacket, and coat.  Harvey just sighed and got back up.  Some of the other injured thugs were doing their best to hobble off and away, each of them considerably bruised and wounded by the detective while one was just laying unconscious from the generous bash he'd gotten to the back of his head.

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On patrol over the city, Shayera flies low over the buildings. Very little escapes her attention - she's called 'Hawkgirl' not only because of her wings and her characteristic ferocity, but because she hunts down crime like a hawk: scanning the ground from the air with eyes that can literally see for miles. She's still new enough to the city that many of the criminals - especially the lower level street criminals - haven't yet figured out how to avoid her, so the city has kept her busy even if she finds it frustrating that she rarely stops anything substantial. Then again, she has to look at the bigger picture: anyone who avoids her by committing their crime at night when she's not patrolling only makes themselves easier for the vigilantes to snag.

Though today instead of spotting a crime, she hears one. Gunshots in east Gotham may not be that unusual to the people in this part of the city, but for Shayera they're a clear sign that something is up that she ought to immediately look into. Even though she only hears one, she's close enough to pinpoint the alleyway that it came from. Turning sharply and picking up speed, she spots a frightened-looking young man running away from it, so she swoops down low to grab him. He spots her coming and tries to dodge, but she's too fast and can turn on a dime even at speed, so it hardly delays her to grab him from behind and carry him back to the alleyway. Though she really wishes that he wouldn't scream - they always scream... Of course she doesn't know if he's more of a criminal or a victim at this point, merely that he was running from the scene, but either way he'd know what happened so she wants him there.

Of course, once she actually lands at the entrance of the alleyway, nobody has to paint her a pretty picture for her to figure out what probably happened. "Harvey?" she asks in surprise as she puts down the young man she's holding and then 'gently' shoves him off balance so that he'll land on his butt on the ground. Her eyes quickly glance over the condition of everyone in the alleyway before her eyes go back to Harvey and she comments, "Not bad for six against one."

Though it doesn't escape her attention that several of thugs aren't so injured that they're unable to move, especially the one she just grabbed, so she steps just inside the alleyway and announces, "Listen up! Anyone who stands up or touches a weapon gets hit in the head with this." Taking her mace off of her belt, she briefly activates the electricity, which arcs and crackles menacingly. Though what's perhaps even more intimidating than her weapon is her tone - the complete seriousness and confidence of it that indicates that she means every word she says and isn't the least bit worried about any of them. And she isn't - she wouldn't consider the whole group of them to be troubling in the least even if they were all perfectly unharmed. If they were metahumans, well then they might make for a good fight.

Having said that, her attention goes back to Harvey, and she's quick to ask, "Do I need to be taking you to the ER right now? Or can we take care of these guys first?" She can see the blood on his shoulder, which means that it's probably not an immediate life and death thing, but she'll leave that call to him. Though she hopes not because, beyond the fact that she doesn't want to see her friend have to go through that, she'd have to leave these thugs behind and most of them would get away. And, to make an understatement, she really doesn't like criminals - especially when they get away. In fact, even as she's talking to Harvey she's watching them in her periphery and a part of her is just hoping that one of them gives her an excuse to use her mace. It hasn't seen nearly enough action lately.

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Harvey coughs a chuckle at her as he puts pressure on his wound.

"Hey, dove."

Harvey balances himself on one of the brick walls in the alleyway. He smirks a bit darkly.

"Thanks," he said in response to her comment about six against one. He grunts under his breath when he moves his shoulder a little. Even though he was just in a bit of a brawl and had been shot he still had the halfway brunt down cigar in his mouth.

"I'm alright. Let's deal with these schmucks first. I'll make the call, you do whatever it is you do."

Harvey didn't have much patience for talking to much right now, but he was doing his very best not to sound short with her. He whipped out his phone and called up HQ. Within about two or three minutes sirens off in the distance could be heard. After another three minutes officers were pulling up on scene. Harvey was smart to always keep at least ten zip ties on his person at any given time. He used them to cuff each perp. One officer approached Bullock.

"Lieutenant Bullock, is that a bullet wound?"

"I'm fine."

"But, sir-"

"I said I was fine.  Deal with these punks, I can deal with this myself."

"But-"

"DEAL WITH THE PUNKS FIRST, THAT'S AN ORDER!"

The officer had a little look of fear on his face and was quick to turn away and continue helping round up the muggers.  Harvey watched him walk off and leaned on the wall once again.  Stubborn as a bull...

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As Shayera nods to his words, there's a hint of approval in her eyes. Though a bullet wound to her would be less severe than it is to him, she's unfortunately seen enough shot humans to have some idea about how much pain he's probably in and can therefore appreciate that he's not letting it stop him. And she hardly minds the way that he's talking to her - she's in 'superhero mode' herself at the moment, and that doesn't normally lend itself to unnecessary chatter.

Instead, as he makes the call she 'does what she does', which in this case means keeping the scene secure. Walking in among the thugs, she first gathers the loose weapons on the ground into a small pile far enough away from them to remove the temptation to try anything. Then she checks on the unfortunate guy who got knocked in the head - she doesn't know much about first aid for humans, but she does know how to check for a pulse and is satisfied that she doesn't need to rush him to the hospital when she finds one. After that, she walks back over to the street to shoo away some pedestrians who stopped to gawk at the scene.

But the whole time she's keeping an eye (or at least an ear) on the would be muggers and pauses to glare at any of them who moves too much - they soon get the picture: if any of them tries anything she'd be on them in a flash. Fortunately, (or unfortunately for the more aggressive side of her,) that's an intimidating enough prospect that they decide that it's safer to just go to jail. She's Hawkgirl, after all, and she has a reputation - not as scary as Batman, perhaps, but unlike him her abilities are superhuman. Not as strong as Superman, perhaps, but unlike him she enjoys fighting.

She keeps that up until the police arrive, and then backs off as they take over - once they're all cuffed her presence is hardly necessary anymore. But she does catch the exchange between Harvey and one of the officers. Reattaching her mace to her belt, she casually approaches Harvey and comments, "You know, even I go to the hospital when I'm shot..." Of course, in her case that's not because it's a severe injury and more because they have the proper tools for extracting a bullet out of her thick flesh - tweezers just aren't enough. "They don't need me here - I can go with you," she adds pleasantly, though with a certain firm undertone - because what she means is that she's decided that she personally will see to it that he gets this taken care of promptly.

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Harvey looked up to Shayera and listened to her, the smoke perpetually billowing from his nostrils. Even though they had only met the one time before this, she probably knew it was just a Harvey Bullock staple. He finally nodded to her.

"Yeah, all right."

He looked tired. He had recently been told to take a day or two off, and Harvey being told to leave work meant he was either being a stubborn shit or he was not doing well to the point that he needed to take some time off to get himself straightened out. He pushed himself off the wall. He'd almost forgot the stab wound in his arm. What the hell he was doing in East End tonight was anybody's guess.

He leaned onto Shayera.  He was a whole lot of man to lean onto someone, but she was a whole lot of woman that could take it.  He threw his arm over her shoulders and sighed.

"I really don't want to go to a hospital.  They give me the creeps.  There's a clinic not far from here, they know me.  I'd rather go there."

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When he agrees so easily, Shayera rewards him with a smile. He may be stubborn, but she is too and it's quite likely that discovering which of them is the more stubborn one would prove to be a rather unpleasant experience for both of them - and it would be unfortunate if they'd have to go through that now.

When he leans on her, she takes his weight easily. She's actually not very big - both in height and size she's actually quite comparable to your average human woman, if you ignore the wings, though the wings do tend to give the illusion that she's bigger than she is since they take up so much space. She is visibly quite muscular, though even so she's significantly stronger than she appears to be - holding up Harvey is hardly a problem.

And now that he's so close and her attention doesn't need to be divided elsewhere, she notices the weariness about him and she feels her concern for him increase slightly - enough for her to decide that perhaps she ought to be even a bit more insistent about this than she was going to be. "Alright, the clinic it is, then," she agrees, "Just point the way, and leave the rest to me."

Guiding him a few more steps away from the wall, she grabs hold of the arm he has across her shoulders and wraps the other one around his waist - her grip is quite firm and secure, though she makes sure that it's not too tight. Then she spreads her wings and pushes away from the ground very gently - he's hurt and she doesn't want to overwhelm him with to many gs. And if he had any questions about her strength before, he'd be able to feel it now - he could weigh twice as much and she could fly with him without much difficulty.

It only takes her a few seconds before they're above the level of the surrounding rooftops, and she asks, "So where is this clinic?" If it's as close as he made it sound, she could probably get there within just a few minutes even if she continues to go easy on him. But that's just as well - the way she's carrying him won't be comfortable for very long. The most comfortable way for her to carry someone is in her arms, but men especially seem to consider that undignified for some reason.

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"Its about ten blocks away, on Greenville and 78th."  Harvey was about to turn his head to her and quirk a brow at her putting her arm around his waist, but the next thing he knew he was up in the air.  He clamped his hat down on his head before it flew away.  He didn't scream, he'd met her once and knew she could fly, but he just never imagined that he'd ever need a lift from her.

"This...  this is nuts!"

Harvey didn't care for it.  It was somehow awkward for him.  He'd never cared for planes or any of that.  He didn't have a fear of heights or anything, he just didn't care for it.  Everything looked so small.  He tightened his hand on her shoulder and his other hand over hers as they flew.  When they eventually got to their destination Harvey took a second to recalibrate his sense of balance.

"Yeesh.  At least you're a good pilot.  How do you do that everyday."

Harvey hunched over, hands on his knees.  He got his balance back and started to walk toward the clinic.  When he got inside a woman in  nurse's clothes seemed to recognize him.  She went to pull a file from a shelf.  Once they were close enough to hear her she gave Harvey a wry smile.

"Hey, Harv.  You know where to go, she'll see you in a minute.  We ain't to busy tonight, hon."

"Thanks Betty."

The woman winked to him and smiled to Shayera.  Harvey seemed to know where he was going.  He headed to a door in one of the hallways.  He leaned against it as he opened it.  It was a room like you would sit in in a doctor's office while you waited for the doctor to show up.  Harvey settled on the little patient bed and laid back on it.  He sighed heavily, laying back a little, seeming to relax quite a bit more.  He grunted as she began to attempt to get his trenchcoat, suit jacket and shirt off before the doctor got in.  He looked over at Shayera as he absent-mindedly fumbled with all his buttons.

"Hey, thanks for that.  You showed up when I needed it.  I appreciate it."

His words, while he meant them, sounded tired.  His voice was strong, like usual, but something about the way he said all of it was a little off.  There was an exhaustion in his voice that was hard to describe.

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A grin comes to Shayera's face at Harvey's reaction to being airborne. Every human seems to react to it differently, and you never can tell to look at a person whether they'll like it or not - she's had grown men scream and little girls squeal with delight. Harvey doesn't seem too thrilled by it, but at least he doesn't freak out on her - and she can respect that. Humans just aren't designed to be airborne, even if she's known more than a few of them who choose to ignore that.

When she reaches the cross streets he'd said, she spots the clinic and finds a space in the parking lot that's large enough to land in, hanging onto him until he has his feet back under him. His question causes her to laugh lightly and she answers, "I'm a birdbrain, literally - my brain is designed to handle that." Not to mention she's simply had the practice - it's as natural to her as walking to do the simpler movements. But she's actually a very good pilot for various flying machines like spacecraft as a result.

When they head into the clinic, she looks around curiously, giving Betty a smile and a nod and allowing Harvey to lead the way. Though when they reach the proper room she has to pause and take a deep breath before she goes inside - she really hates smaller rooms. She can handle them, and this one isn't that small, but she still doesn't prefer them...

She distracts herself from that by paying attention to Harvey, smiling and nodding to his thanks. "You're welcome! Though it looked like you'd already done the hard part before I got there," she says. In fact he'd have walked away from that no worse off if the injured muggers decided to leave him alone at that point, though it's also possible that the less injured of them would note how beat up he was and try to take advantage at that point. Still, she figures that most of what she accomplished by showing up when she did was ensuring that they didn't get away.

"What were you doing there in the first place?" she asks, her tone indicating that she's simply curious. She knows that it's an especially rough neighborhood right there, but she also knows that he'd know that even better than she would so she figures that he must have had good reason.

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Harvey sat up a little to pull off his coat and then his suit jacket.  He didn't hAve a tie on like usual.  
The first and foremost sign of any point in time in which our dear detective has not been to work that day is always the absence of a tie.  Shayera does not yet know this because not only is this only their second time running into each other but the occurrence of Harvey having a day off is exceedingly rare.

He couldn't help but grin at birdbrain.  It was cute, but he didn't want to be the ads to call her that.  He's fairly certain the lady has met more than her fair share of asses.  He had to loosen his belt a bit to untuck and remove his oxford.  His undershirt had a bit of blood on it, but nothing to cry home about.  He wore a gold chain with a small gold pendant on it.

He grinned a tired beat grin again and leaned back into the bed.

"Well, sorry I didn't leave a bite."

Even in his current state of pain and exhaustion he was still his ornery playful self.  His grin softened at her question.

"Well, I've just been tryin'tuh relax a little.  Been having' a hard time sleepin'.  Anyway, I was on my way home from a little blues joint.  That pack of jackasses cornered me.  You saw what happened."

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"Either way, six criminals who will be off the streets for awhile," Shayera says with a satisfied smile. No, she's not bothered that she missed the action, except she probably could have spared Harvey his injuries - they wouldn't really have made for a decent fight for her. Now, if he'd managed to get between her and a real fight, then she'd be annoyed. As it is, she suspects that it shouldn't be too difficult for the law to give these guys a generous amount of time to think about what they did.

Looking around the room, she eventually positions herself by a wall, pulling her wings forward just enough so that she can lean back against it. No, she won't sit - for a couple of reasons, actually, but she will try to relax somewhat.

When he mentions his difficulties sleeping, she makes a face and says, "Oh, I know that feeling!" Though she's guessing that his sleeping problems are quite a bit more acute than hers - she's not visibly droopy. Though she certainly wouldn't mind it if she could sleep for a week straight, if only that were possible - it would take a chunk out of all the sleep that she's missed over the past several months.

Smirking slightly, she adds, "Yes... What's that saying? Don't corner something meaner than you?" She finds a lot of human sayings a bit ridiculous, but that's one that she likes - perhaps because she considers herself to be quite mean when she has reason to be.

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Harvey chuckled at her again. He had to hand it to her, she was funny. She didn't seem to try to be funny at all, it was just the way she tried to grasp things about humans.

"Something like that. Its a pretty good one, I just can't remember the actual saying, but you deliver the point."

Harvey looked at his bullet wound. A moment later a woman walked in, she had the white coat on over her clothes, she was definitely a doctor by the looks of her. When she walked in she carried a tray of tools she would need. She'd already been informed by 'Betty' that Harvey had a bullet wound. When she walked in she noticed Hawkgirl and smiled to her.

"Ah, well hello there."

Harvey smirked a little toward the woman once she approached him.  She set all the stuff she brough in on a little rolling table and first began to look at Harvey's wound.

"Well, well, detective, I see you're keeping busy."

"Always.  Never stop."

"Good to hear, but I'd like you to do that without coming in here at least once a month with a bullet wound."

"I do my best, but you know how it is."

"Unfortunately I do, indeed, know how it is, Detective."

The doctor began cleaning his wound and starting the process of removing it.

"Do you want something for the pain?"

"No."

She just shook her head and continied with removing the bullet.  Harvey looked over to Shayera.

"So, that weapon of yours.  Looks pretty wicked."

Harvey, of course, was referring to her mace he saw her threaten the thugs with earlier.  Harvey definitely would not want to get whacked upside the head or anywhere by that thing.  It looked a little terrifying.

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Some people make the mistake of thinking that Shayera has no sense of humor at all, but in truth it's simply very dry humor most of the time. So she actually does know that she's being funny - it's just that a lot of people either miss it or don't get it, but she won't cry over people not getting her jokes. Though there's also some truth in the fact that understanding humans is just... hard sometimes.

When the doctor arrives, Shayera gives her a friendly smile and a nod, "Hello! Don't mind me..." Though it's been her experience that doctors seem to be a bit less taken aback by her than your average person. Probably because they see more of life, and it takes more for them to deem something to be 'unusual' - even a superhero just happening to be here.

Going quiet as the doctor begins to work, Shayera simply observes until Harvey seems to randomly ask about her mace. Though she strongly suspects that he's actually doing so in order to distract himself from the pain since he feels the need to be too tough for painkiller. But then, thinking badly about someone for skipping the painkiller would be quite hypocritical of her.

Still, she doesn't mind providing a distraction - especially if that means that she can talk about her weapon. Most people are quite proud of their weapon of choice, and she's certainly no exception. "It's actually even more wicked than it looks - it's Nth metal," she says with a grin, "Lighter than aluminum, stronger than..." She pauses and frowns, actually having trouble finding the right words to explain just how strong it is, but she finally says, "Well, lets just say that if I hit Superman with it, it would be kind of a draw." Because neither the mace nor the Kryptonian would suffer any permanent damage. "It can also destroy magic and absorb electricity," she adds with a smile.

In a way, the mace is practically her partner - its unique properties when combined with her inherent skills is quite the formidable combination. Though she hasn't really used it much in Gotham - it's a bit of an overkill to use it on humans. When she'd told the thugs that she'd hit them in the head with it, she'd meant the gentlest of taps, as that would be plenty to knock them out for awhile.

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"Nice! I'd love to be able to lay a punch on that Kryptonian and it actually do something."

Harvey had to admit he sure liked the brooding pissy Batman better than the over powered boy scout. He always had a worry at the back of his mind about what would happen if a guy like that went a little nuts what kind of havoc he would wreak. He prayed Batman knew how to take the guy down. He seemed like the type that would have a plan for that.

The doctor pulled the bullet out without warning Harvey. He grunted and sighed at the same time, he let out a tiny little gasp but stifled it the moment he realized it he was gasping.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly. The doctor began to clean the excess blood with a sterilizer again and soon she was sewing the tough detective's wound back up. She happened to notice the stab wound on the same arm his wounded shoulder was attached to. She just looked to him. He shrugged to her and she just shook her head and continued. He looked back over to Shayera.

"You hungry? I'm hungry."

The doctor snorted a laugh and continued on. Harvey glanced at the doctor and then back to Shayera.

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Shayera chuckles and comments, "I've hit him quite a few times actually - because he deserved it. But with my fist, not my mace - because he's a friend." And one of her better friends too - or at least he was. But just because she likes and respects the man doesn't mean that he doesn't occasionally say something that makes her want to punch him. And since that does nothing but annoy him and makes her feel better, she doesn't bother to restrain that feeling when it occurs. It's actually kind of liberating to be able to do so when she spends most of her days having to restrain that impulse - which she gets quite often, actually.

If Shayera is paying any particular attention to Harvey's reaction to the bullet being removed, she gives no sign of it. Though his question certainly gets her attention. "Famished, actually - I didn't have much time for dinner today," she explains, glancing up at the clock on the wall. The time it displays makes her quietly sigh, "My next 'shift' starts in about seven hours." Hardly enough time for a decent night's sleep, given what she needs to do right now before she can sleep and in the morning before she can be off. Fortunately, a decent night's sleep is a pipe dream anyway, so she'll have plenty of time to get her other stuff done. The clock is simply a reminder that not enough sleep will happen for the umpteenth time in a row.

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Harvey grit his teeth at the sutures the doctor was now sewing. He let another grunt come from him at a particularly difficult one. He looked to Shayera with a slightly distracted grin.

"Ah, well, we can make it quick. There's a diner around the corner I think you might like. Hope you like breakfast food, but even if you don't they make a mean bowl of chili. I don't see how those Texans do it."

Eventually the doctor finished patching up his shoulder and his arm. Once she was done Harvey picked up his bloodied shirt. It was too stained and had holes in it to save it. He tossed it in the trash, opting to just wear his undershirt for the rest of the night. He pulled his jacket and coat back on. He handed the doctor a nice sum of money, but she attempted to turn it away. Harvey insisted she at least take it for the sake of stocking up more supplies that she would surely need in the future. She didn't have to think twice as she accepted the money before they left.

Harvey led the way to a quaint little twenty four hour diner. It was pretty inactive on the customer end of things. They were the only ones there when they walked in. The man behind the counter knew Harvey well enough to call him Harv. Harvey opted to sit at the counter top versus a booth, he figured booths weren't the most comfortable for Shayera. At least with the open space at their backs she would have plenty of room for her wings.

"So, Dove, what'cha hungry for? My treat."