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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2014 0:01:10 GMT -5
Question watched her to make sure she was coming to her senses. He was afraid she was going to bolt out of the car. Coming back to life like that had to be jarring, he guessed. His face looked down at the vomit on his carpeted upholstery. "Don't sweat it." He replied, turning around, "You're more important."
He belted himself in again and started driving, her apartment wasn't far. "Just hold on."
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 17:25:52 GMT -5
Helena wiped her mouth and pushed some of the hair from her face as she tried to control her breathing. Her head was pounding in time with her heart as she suffered through the effects of the...whatever it was that he kept in that syringe.
"Thank you..." She spoke out weakly and closed her eyes as she went back to resting herself into the seat. He was telling her she was more important. More important that the interior of his car? Perhaps, but her mission? No, she's not more important than that. She squeezed her cape with her hands as she breathed through the pain. Looking out the window, though her vision was a blurr she saw that they were getting closer to her apartment. Once she was well enough she should go to confession. It had been a while since she felt something other than the fervor for her mission.
"P...Pull down the alley...I can't go up the fire exit like this..But..." She shifted again, and bent her neck from side to side, a pained look on her face. "There's service elevator.." She realized who she was talking to, he already knew this. He knew what she had for dinner last night if he was still the same Q she remember. And he would probably give her a long talking to about not changing her locks every week.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 22:37:32 GMT -5
"I remember." Question said quietly as he turned off his car's lights and turned down her alley. He knew his car would smell like vomit for some time. How long was uncertain, but it did make a clear reminder.
He parked the car and then got out, opening the back door. "Don't try to stand." he told her, reaching in to pick her up himself. "Do you have your key with you or did you leave it with the bike?" He lifted her and made his way to the building. His mind was already thinking about whether or not he'd have to kick her door in. Did she re-enforce the lock like he told her? Question doubted it, which would've been a good thing. If she had listened to him... well, he'd cross that bridge when they got there.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 19:57:36 GMT -5
Helena wretched slightly as the car stopped, but thankfully she was able to hold in anything that would have come up. As she leaned her head against the interior, the door opened, the cool night air making her bristle and pull her cape around her for a bit of comfort and warmth. She was tender all over but his touch was gentle, at least gentle for him. "Yea..pocket..." She muttered, moving her her hand to her belt, wincing at the motion as she pulled the key from the back of the arm band on her left shoulder. "Stupid. I know...but convenient"
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2014 1:19:13 GMT -5
"Better than hiding it under a fake rock" He replied casually as they moved into the service elevator. "But I would grind off the building's number, if I were you. Landlord would be pissed, but if anyone steals your key, it's just a key in a city full of doors."
He looked down at her for a moment. It was hard seeing her like this. She was strong and independent. It's how he liked to remember her. Powerful and a little extreme. Holding her in his arms like this brought back the waking reality that a mask isn't protection. It doesn't give you powers. We're all bags of flesh waiting to be popped by a lucky shot or a stroke of bad luck. So why did they keep doing it? Do we all have a death wish and we're walking slowly to our demise? "Is there someone I need to call? I can't guarantee I'm the best person to patch you up."
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2014 17:20:29 GMT -5
She leaned her head on his shoulder, pushing herself back from his arms but still needing to steady herself. But even though he was being himself, she still felt awkward being held when she was like this. She looked at the key, putting more weigh on her legs than she probably should. Who to call? No one. It wasn’t as if Helena had family to trust. Or as if she wanted anyone in this city to see her like this. If Q hadn’t been there already, she would have passed out against that wall without another thought. She didn’t really have friends. Well, there was at least one person in this damn place that would be of any help.
“Catwoman….” She muttered, and covered her mouth again as the pain was flaring up once more. “Phone, burner phone in my back pouch.” She leaned against him again with a bit of a pained groan. Why did she have to live on the fourth floor?
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2014 1:37:08 GMT -5
Vic looked at her for a minute, then reached for her back pouch. He took in the curve of her backside for a brief moment, remembering a few fun flings from time past, but then he went back to the task at hand. He pulled the phone out, going through the contacts for Catwoman.
"Queer company you keep." He replied, letting her steady herself. His firm body didn't move at all, providing an anchor. He couldn't judge her for who she chose, though. Had the situation been reversed, who did Vic have? Dragon? Tot? Tot might've been the best bet, but he was a long shot. That's the price for being a crackpot.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 4:39:48 GMT -5
It was one of those nights of running. Running and pausing and right now as the phone vibrated against her side, she'd been just about to run again when she answered, rolling her eyes. Her phone was synced to the headset she was wearing, so everything was covert. And in that instance she hadn't been able to screen the call. Then again, anyone who'd be calling this number over her other number would need her at this time of night.
"Hello?" She blinked once, then twice at the male's voice, and what he was telling her. Shit. Huntress and Question were at least...seven minutes out. Clearing her throat she responded she'd be there as timely as possible.
But she really wasn't the best person to do this. Didn't Huntress know that Leslie was a better choice? Just beause she had claws didn't exactly mean she could fix things with them. As Vic continued on the line as long as need be, while Catwoman queried him on the wounds, she started in the direction of the fourth story home, rattling off a phone number to a doctor that Huntress would be about. "If I don't get there soon, and she heads downhill, call Leslie. That number." It was a few more steps in a running leap, and she neatly dove off the edge of the rooftop she had been on prior, hoping to close the gap between friend and the edge of death.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 17:46:40 GMT -5
Helena didn’t know what to expect from this. Even if she was fairly doped up, she was very aware of his hand. A lot of good memories of that hand and things it could do. And she was vaguely aware of the rip in her top. Damn, Q must have been in panic if he could rip through the mesh armor she wore. She could hear the muffled sounds of Q and Catwoman talking on the phone. She didn’t know why Catwoman was her first call, probably because the woman was the only person in this town who really understood her. And she had a much clearer head than the pain fill, barely alive vigilante who was currently using a man in an overcoat and orange socks to hold herself up. She may still walk the line, but she leaned more towards the light more than she would admit. Catwoman pushed Helena to become the loner, and not depend on anyone else or seek approval from the Batman like the rest of them, but boy did it have its down sides.
As Question finished the call she looked up at him almost wanted to ask what she had said. But her face hurt. She could fill her bottom lip had swelled a little. Had she gotten a hit in the face? Maybe, she couldn’t remember every hit that came at her. She did recall she had left more than a few of theirs down for the rest of the night though. That was enough to satisfy her ego for now. She let her blue eyes wander up to the faceless man and a pained smile came over her face. “We gotta stop meeting like this…”
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:55:37 GMT -5
Whenever he got off the phone with Catwoman, Vic kept repeating the number for Leslie in his head. He typed it into Helena's phone and added it as a new contact. "It's not like people don't already talk about us." he replied to her, waiting for the elevator doors to open. "Catwoman's a gossip. I'm sure by the time I make it home I'll be stopped at least twice by Batman's family to see what my intentions really are."
"She's on her way, though she doesn't think she'll be doing you any good." Vic told her, honestly. "She did give me the number to Leslie Thompson, though."
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 16:08:53 GMT -5
Helena was fading in and out of her conscious state. Was she fully aware of what Vic was saying? Not really. His voice had this ability to lull her to sleep when she was exhausted. Not that they had a lot of experience with that. She jerked her head up as the elevator stopped. “…She’s in the Bat’s corner….” Her voice was muddled with pain and attempting to keep her spirits high, but no body in that family particularly liked her, well except Robin, for some reason. She knew what her injuries were, but she had to be too stubborn to let them win.
But this was around the same time that her body began to give into the pain once more. Her hand squeezed Q’s shoulder tightly as she interrupted his speaking. “Whateve...r….call someone…” She growled and took deep heaving breaths and soon she started to cough. Her chest hurt as the site of the injection tensed a bit. “I need to lay down…” She mumbled it, but she figured Question was used to the listening to the garbled messages of so many people he could figure it out. She kind of hoped that the stupid doctor made house calls because she could stand to move any more than she had to.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 2:23:43 GMT -5
Vic laughed at that, "Right, and Luthor doesn't keep tabs on the Superman fan club." But that was an argument for another day. Most people were fickle when it came to loyalty is it were, but Vic supposed that's why he liked Helena over most of the costumed heroes. He could count on her. That could bring him down someday, she was human, after all. But... It was worth the risk.
He led her to her bedroom and laid her down. "I'll work on your wounds best I can until the doctor gets here. Just, try not to pass out, would you?" Vic squeezed her hand gently before dialing the number for Leslie.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 10:06:51 GMT -5
Dr. Thompkins was sitting in her favorite chair in her favorite spot in her living, enjoying a nice cup of tea with honey. It was her first day off in a long time, she need it poor thing. Leslie was the hardest working doctor in Gotham I bet, well maybe even one of the hardest working people in the city. She was watching one of her favorite movies Citizen Kane and admiring the cover of her new book that was just published and would be soon on the shelves. It was an memoir novel about her years right before college, going to med school, her time as an ER doctor, her kidnaping by a mobster, opening a clinic in the most dangerous part of the city and just living in Gotham City for the past 64 years. The title was Stronger Than Medicine: The Memoir of a Doctor and a City. She was proud of that book, she had put her blood, sweat and tears into it and it got the green light from her publishers. The last book she had written was a medical type book and that was back in the 90s. Hopefully this book will catch eyes and give an insight to just how hard it is to be a doctor, coming from the early years to the world we live in now. "Hope it's not a disappointment... right Monet?" She said to her cat Monet, a grey colored feline with piercing blue eyes. She held the animal and slowly caressed it's head as the cat purred. Then her phone rang. Leslie became alert and then cat likewise. "Wonder who that can be..." She then put the cat on the ground and made her way to her phone. Hoping it was not the clinic and that everything was going okay. "What is this number? Hmm..." Contemplating to answer it, only a few had her number, but non the less it could be urgent. She then answered the phone. "Hello...?" She said confusingly. "Why yes, this is her? Who is calling?" Pausing for the answer. "You need help? My what's wrong?" Who is this! "Well you should take her to a hospital dear... Wait... Catwoman gave you my number?" Ah, Selina Kyle, Leslie was very fond of her. She has such beauty and grace. Leslie had known Selina she Ms. Kyle was a teenager robbing the streets. She had helped Selina on numerous occasions and had became a friend and confident over the years. "Okay, yes... I will be on my way. How bad is it? What injuries?" Concerned very much now. "A gun shot wound? Multiple wounds? Oh my goodness, alright... give me about 15 minutes to gather my things and I will be on my way... Oh, you have an address, dear?" Welp! Looks like the doctor can't rest today! Leslie then glanced at her television for a moment, darn it she missed the best part. She then looked to her cat Monet. "Bye! Darling, mommy has to go and help people..." she then kissed the cat on the head and then made her way to gathering things she would need. She then got in a taxi and went to the clinic, got what she needed there and was on her way to the injured person's location. "Hope it's not too bad... Nothing I can't handle..." As she spoke to herself and the driver then looked to Leslie in the rearview mirror and she gave him a slight smile.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 17:24:45 GMT -5
As she scaled the rooftop, she really hoped Q would not sit and ask questions about how she knew the location of Huntress. It would take a bit of time to get to her, and she hoped in the interim the clearly non-masked man would call the good Doctor. There were only so many things she could do to fix someone up.
A short time later, several more buildings behind her she could see the view of the apartment. A window was thankfully cracked, and she let herself in from the night's chill air. There was no one in the main room, but she could hear voices; male, female, the female's strained.
Shit.
She knew Helena well enough to know that tone was not a good one. So as she strode through the rooms until she nodded to the Question, her lips pursed. "You called Leslie, right?" Was her terse greeting. She went closer to Huntress, but hesitated when she saw the pale face and the blood seeping. While she was quite aware she had a reputation after dark, Catwoman clearly was concerned for her friend, even if she wasn't quite on the 'good' side. Huntress was a woman who she could admire. Independent. And her choice of color for her suit couldn't be held against her."What...exactly happened. Do you know?" She asked the man.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 18:29:12 GMT -5
“Okay, slugger…” She muttered, half under her breath, fighting to keep awake, but she was failing miserably. Her brain was doing the only thing it could at the moment. She muttered something in Italian. She was speaking as if she was talking to her brother, complaining that women can’t be popes. And she hoped her father was burning in hell for the things he did. Her breathing was still shallow but she had calmed down considerably from the initial encounter. Her eyes closed as she laid back into the bed, holding Question’s hand with as much strength as could muster at the moment.
She was unaware of Catwoman, but something, maybe a sixth sense, told her there was someone there. She couldn’t open her eyes, but she could groan a little. Trying to convey the words, but she couldn’t.
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