A Bat With Broken Wings [OPEN]

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The chill of the air pressed up against the Dark Knight's cape, blowing behind him softly as he perched himself on a rooftop. His glowing white eyes searched the surrounding area as his ears searched out for calls of distress. This was the norm for the Dark Knight on patrol. A routine he'd used for nearly a decade in his war against crime. Finally he snapped to attention, the bloodcurdling shriek of a woman cutting through the silence of the night. His eyes searched frantically for the source of the scream to find it only a few blocks away. Instantly he set out - eyes narrow towards his objective as he engaged in his race against time. 

He took his place on the fire escape overlooking the alleyway, fists clenched as the men below demanded money from the defenseless women. "Stop it now. Before I make both of you." The Dark Knight gruffly as the two men froze and began to shake where they stood at the sound of the Batman's modified voice. "O-oh yeah? Why don't you come down and make me, Bat?" One of them replied, trying their best to intimidate the shadow in a shaky voice. The women leaned up further against the wall as the two men turned their backs to find nothing but a pair of glowing white eyes staring into their soul. Within moments the eyes closed as the Dark Knight descended from where he stood perched on the fire escape, landing on the concrete below with a hushed thud.

"You were saying?" The Batman questioned only moments before his fist connected with the second man's face as he began his assault. The first tried to make a run for it only to knocked over by the sheer momentum of the Batman delivering a firm sweep kick that knocked the criminal off of his feet. "S-shit. Don't hurt me! I-I'll let her go I swear! Jus-" The man was interrupted by the sound of the Dark Knight's groan as a knife had been plunged into the hero's side by the man he had ignored. A mistake he had made in his state of blinded rage. The Dark Knight fell to his side in a coughing fit as he began to bleed out - his conscious coming and going.

"What the heck did you do man?" The first man questioned as he stood up and brushed off his clothing. "I t-think we killed him, Frank! Let's get  out of here!" Shouted the second man in a panic as he looked frantically about the alleyway. "Listen Frank, the lady's gone and she took her money with her. We don't got any other reason to be and if the cops find us - they'll f'in drag us back to Blackgate! Let's get a move on already!" The second man tugged at the first's sleeve before pulling him out of the alleyway and into the streets of Gotham City in a hurry as he left the Dark Knight to bleed out on the pavement.

The Dark Knight had enough strength in him to crawl but a few feet from where he had been laying. His breathing heavy and his motions strained as he tried his best to get back on his feet in such a state but found himself ultimately failing. He fell back to the ground with a thud and a groan before his hand reached down to the distress signal located on his belt and activating it with the weak push of the button. 

He needed to get out of this alleyway before any other criminals had any bright ideas.

[Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent]

Dark as night, it was almost the sum of every night in Gotham. Not in just the black sky, but the crime. Any number of things could and would indeed happen. Pretty much every night. It was probably rare it was ever really truly peaceful. Of course it had the potential to be a lot worse if there wasn’t people to help save it. Whether it was Police. Firefighters. Heroes. Vigilantes… The Black Serpent was in her way among them, but with her own darkness. Mysterious questions surrounding her. There was probably no true faith in her as they have in someone called Batman. Some may even deem her as bad. Perhaps they were just afraid. She was a snake… A snake that probably patrolled this city in varies ways than others. She perhaps didn’t have the intel, but she had instincts. That caused her to feel vibrations like no humans are meant to be in tune with. The Serpent could quite literally hear Gotham’s heart beat. Every single one who lived in it. Equipped with enhanced senses. It hadn’t taken a great deal of effort to catch her attention, when the wailing screams of a woman came from deep within alleyways. Somewhere in the outskirts of the city. From a short distance from where The Black Serpent sat upon her bike. Kicking it into gear. With the scent caught within the air and every little bump she drove her, caused the vibrations to seep within her touch. Pin pointing the vibrations to focus on. It was easy to weave through the alleyways and finding her way. Almost like an invisible map. When she felt she was close enough to the zone, but without tipping herself off. She pulled her bike to a stop, hidden within a dark alley. In a swift enough motion, the Serpent didn’t linger and scaled upon one of the walls of a building. Silent. Hidden. Darkened, helped by the black of costume. A strapless black leather jump suit that zipped at the front, a black jacket, boots and gloves. Hair was sleeked back in a black long pony tail. All the better to see her serpent eyes. Once upon the roof of the building. Serpent scaled them, until she was above the intended target. Lost with the shadows, as her eyes pierced down upon the scene. Two men robbing the defenceless woman… Though even as the creature of the night could even utter a threatening hiss. A warning before the attack. It seemed she was not the only vigilante this evening or at least in this part of the city…

As out of his own darkened shadows and just as black as night. Out came the Dark knight or as this city has come to properly dub him, the Batman. He was someone you definitely hear of, when in this city and Serpent certainly had… Although, as far meeting so face to face. This was certainly a first. As the Serpent perched at the edge of the building. She had on occasion trailed him unintentionally, more she’d stubbled upon a mission he’d been called upon. Taken care of it, before he could and disappeared with little trace. Sometimes it might have been the other way around. Circling each other, without actually meeting. The Black Serpent certainly hadn’t gone out of her way to do so, she was a rather solitary creature. Somehow maybe he was too, although his so called Bat family may disprove that… Whatever it was or he was. He certainly knew his city and what he was doing in it… Or at least most of the time. As within the short period of time Serpent had caught sight of all of this and the time Batman had sprung. Battling the two goons, the woman fleeing in between. The Batman had been wounded. Cut by one of the men. As noted by the groan that carried upon the wall. Followed by the faint scent of blood. Though whilst it caused a little raise from Serpent’s attention. Most of her attention was with the two men. As in the short distance between them. The Dark Knight struggled where he’d be struck, but the two men set off in so called ‘lucky’ shot… Hmmm, more unlucky. The Serpent took back a long the roof line, undetected by them as she stalked them. Not very long. Around the corner and down another alley. That was seemingly darker than the last. Subtly, the Serpent let out her warning. Her hiss that growled from the back of her throat. Echoing down to the men and bounced throughout the walls of the alley. Enough to cause hesitation. Curiosity… Growing fear, as the Serpent could smell. Whatever it was, she knew she had the advantage. There was only two, that didn’t feel the need for a great deal of caution. As if sprung from the night itself. The Serpent leaped from the roof and leaped upon one of the men. She didn’t bother with much else. Instead let her fangs sink far deep within his neck. Injecting her venom. Her feeling every bump of the vibrations with in his body beneath her fingertips, until he grew weaker and weaker. Ultimately slumping to the ground of the alley in matter of seconds. The other man had frozen, with knife dripping with blood at hand. The Serpent gaze up from perched on the slumped body beneath her. With the sharp gleam of her teeth and glow of her eyes. A little flick of her tongue, seeped out a hiss. All enough to freak the man out enough to back off and try to run. Seriously, who runs from a snake? With every foot fall, like a trail of bread crumbs. Whether it was speed or play with the shadows surrounding them. The man didn’t quite get to the end of the alley, before he face to face with the Serpent. With fearful. Shaking attempt to strike at her with his knife. The Serpent blocked it and the two that followed. Kneeing him the midsection. A twist at his arm. Took grasp of his neck, before grasping one of the sides with her teeth and causing the same fate as she had with his friend… The Serpent wasn’t much one to linger around, certainly not if the police would come to collect their criminals. Though Serpent did put the two zoned out men in a position that was easy enough to get too or find. Before setting off an anonymous tip.

There wouldn’t be much time before whoever was sent would arrive and normally she would just disappear within the night, but she couldn’t just ignore it. She could still smell the scent of blood two or three alleys down. Hear the faint struggling pulse. He seemed someone that would normally be able to take care of himself, as she generally did as she really had no one to rely on and she had no choice… But it seemed at least this once, he did need help. What exactly she was gonna do with him, she had little clue at the time being. Somehow she imagined she’d figure that out as she went. She had to get him out of this area was really only thing she could go on and she wasn’t sure carrying him would be so easy. So Serpent took the tiny trip back to where she’d hidden her bike. Hopped on it, to kick it in gear again and drove back to the alley again. The engine fired and vibrated through the ground, getting closer to where the dark shadow of the Batman had laid. A few feet from where he had before, perhaps in an attempt to conceal himself. Not too well perhaps. As the dark silhouette of the dark woman behind the glare of the headlight, came inches in view. Settled her bike, but kept the engine going. The Serpent slithered off her bike (which maybe familiar to Batman as it was once Nightwing’s bike, just without any fancy decorations) and approached the man with the face of a bat. There was almost something symbolic about that, maybe, but Serpent ignored that for now. Breaking whatever distance was left. Whether or not he’d feel she might threaten him or not. Serpent hesitated very slightly only for her own caution, but eventually came to his level. A dark hand came upon one of his shoulders, to gently test any mobility and awareness. ”I can help you, but we’ve got to get out of here… This place won’t be quiet for too long.” The womanly voice of the Serpent broke through and offered to whoever was the Batman, if he was aware enough to take it. To understand and not have to question why. There were a few, one being they were both with identities they didn’t exactly want revealed. She honestly couldn’t care less who he was and probably wouldn’t trust him anymore than he’d trust her. She just knew she could help him. Her eyes flashed back to her bike, if she could at least get him on it. She could take him anywhere. ”Can you get to your feet at all?” The Serpent questioned, hoping the intention was easy enough to read, but suppose she also prepared if he’d suddenly freak out or refuse. She’d easily leave if preferred, but she was here to help if he needed it.

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He groaned as he pushed himself up again, able to stand just enough to move himself into a more secluded part of the alleyway in hopes that he wouldn't be spotted. He leaned up against the concrete, breathing heavily as he reached down to feel where the criminal had gotten lucky and hissing in pain once he had run his finger over the spot. He continued to try and crawl out of the alleyway knowing that if he could somehow manage to get on the fire escape he'd be safe enough to call in the Batwing for evacuation. 

He was quite literally left to his own devices until someone arrived to save him. There was no telling how much time he had left. The blood was coming fast and he was fading in and out. It was quiet - not a single sound but that of his own heartbeat and slow breath as he tried his best not to slip out. A voice broke through the silence, a woman that he had yet to lay eyes on. She had informed him of the obvious and thankfully didn't seem too keen on maiming him like any criminal stumbling across him would. No. She was different.

He could barely make her out through the dim light of a faraway street lamp that peeked into the alleyway. His savior was just as much of a shadow as he had once been. All he could make out was the outline of her figure as the rest was draped in darkness. "I can try." He informed her, his voice full of strain as he pulled himself to his feet and dug his fist into the wall for support. "Thank you." He said, looking back at her. "I need to get to a high place as soon as possible - the faster we get out of each other's hairs the better."

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A beep chirped into Batman's ear. As soon as Bruce was stabbed, Oracle recieved a notification and was already working on a solution, before he had even sent the distress beacon out; despite of being unsure if any of them would work. All it takes is for one punk to get lucky, only once, and he could be dead. The thought of it made her work harder. "Bruce, your vitals are spiking. I'm going to take over some of the XE functions Lucias applied in your suit to isolate your wound and freeze it shut. Hopefully it'll at least stop the bleeding, but it won't be as good as a suture. You need to get out of there now." Her voice cracked, though she tried to remain calm.

Oracle noticed he was moving and decided to hack into a camera feed to ID what was happening. A woman was helping him out, she had seen her before on several screenings before; even at an event at a museum she held up not too far from her that was thrashed by Joker goons. She didn't have any forms of communication on her; so she worked alone and was just yet another vigilante this side of the city often saw. She whispered under her breath and away from her comlink a small hopeful word. Unsure of it's meaning, but it brought tears to her eyes.

"Please..."

[Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent]

Despite the light from the headlight and maybe even the dim street light. The alley around them played heavily in darkness and shadows. A place they maybe unknowingly shared… Least, until now. As the Serpent had followed the pulse and the scent of blood. The Serpent had barely glimpsed the small pool by his side, as she motioned with caution to his level. Even as she may have possibly expected, he didn’t resist her or push her away… Now with inches away, it was clearly he was drifting in and out of consciousness. It was a good sign he wasn’t out cold, but she knew it was bad if she allowed him to… The Serpent nodded as the dark knight’s voice broke out, shakily, but assured enough. She motioned back a little. He then already began to try to get to his feet, Serpent helped counter the weight. To help him stand. To stop him to stumbling back over. It was then it was clear. The red the streaked. Flowed out. She knew there was hard chance he’d make it anywhere, without potentially bleeding to death. As he’d managed to put some of his weight on the nearby wall. The Serpent, motioned shortly to her bike, a slight smile at her dark lips at his gratitude. She needed to put pressure on the bleeding. Pulling out of the bag at the back, a bandage and pad. Whilst her attention was averted, there was a strange vibration she felt, she couldn’t hear exactly what it was, only that it was radiating from Batman. She shook it off, it was less important and turned back to offer aid enough for the drive. Only to half freeze where she stood. Somehow the wound had changed or at least there less bleeding. Far less bleeding. Almost like his suit was frozen. Had he done that? It was an understatement to say she’d not expected that, but suppose its realistic if he had something like that in his arsenal. Even though she didn’t entirely know what had just happened, she couldn’t trust what she didn’t know and proceeded to use the pad. Motioning to bandage it securely and tightly. Of course he could stop her, if he needed. Otherwise she really only had herself to deal with this…

She then proceeding to help him again, by offering what weight and strength she had. Helping him towards her bike… She looked up at him at his next words. A high place? ”A building rooftop?” She questioned, though mostly to herself as if debating it. A roof top was usually quite safe. Certainly quiet, but she couldn’t assure that they wouldn’t be found. ”I can’t guarantee our safety!” Zahira concluded, hopefully he understood, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to be caught helping him. That might draw on an even bigger target than she cared to deal with. Serpent then helped him on the back of her bike, with his lack of awareness, he may have almost slumped. She’d keep a hand, just incase he fell and took her bike with him. ”I can’t take you home…. But, I can take you somewhere safe…!” Serpent that informed and also alluded. She couldn’t exactly say where, but she was hoping he at least didn’t feel she was kidnapping him. Unless, he really fought against her destination, she knew it would be safe for both of them. Letting go of him momentarily as she hooked a leg over her bike and sat in front of him. Perhaps he was mostly zoned out, but Serpent couldn’t risk it entirely. So she proceeded to pull from her bike something to cover his eyes. Turned to cover his eyes, of course he could stop her or even remove after. ”I hope you understand. I can’t have you remember how you got there!” The Serpent requested and maybe even assured. It wasn’t like a Bat cave, but she really needed to cover her secrets as best she could. To that she turned her back. Her hands motioned to his, to help place them around her. ”Just hold on!” The Serpent remarked, not even concerned if he needed to lean his weight on her and with that she kicked her bike into gear.

Span it around, from where it had sat in the alley and drove back up. Leaving all, but a small trace of blood behind. Perhaps that was something he may want to clean up later. For now, all that mattered was getting him to safety and keeping him alive. Passing through a couple alleys and there they were. Police already on the move on the scene of the two men she had placed for them. Whilst she had sped fast. It apparently wasn’t fast enough, as one of the police cabs caught her trail. Whilst she wasn’t as they say a villain in this city, she was perhaps wanted for questioning. Of course, not something she was ever going to just hand herself so easily over. She didn’t need that close of attention or even any amount of glory from what she did. With the now blinking red and blue lights a good few feet behind her. The Serpent sped up and broke more distance. Weaving through the varies streets and alleys. In an attempt to lose them. Throw off, but they were keeping up enough… She knew she had to disappear. Whilst she may not know this city as the Batman did, she hadn’t been here all that long, but she was getting familiar with it. Especially the tunnels. As her wheels skidded around another tight corner, followed by another, until pulling through a tight dark alley, no street lights in sight. She drove through a concealed door in the wall. Didn’t break it, it just swung open and closed behind her. Caused by the echoing sounds of the police cab speeding in another direction, meant they had thrown them off, but they weren’t out off the clear. Least not for Batman’s health. The Serpent continued through the dark and winding tunnels underneath the city. Feeling every bump below and even above. Whilst there was no signs down here. She knew exactly where she was going. Eventually popping out of similar opening in the southern part of the city. Into a complete dark and quiet street. As far as she was concerned, they’d been undetected. With what distance was left and streets she weaved through. She’d finally arrived at the location.

A very well secluded garage. It was a few yards away from her resistance. Of course, Batman needn’t know that. As she signalled for the door, it popped open. Driving the bike, with hopefully still a Batman on the back. Swiftly the door closed. Serpent stopped her bike, turning it off and kicked out the stand. It wasn’t an overly large space, it was perhaps a little bigger than your average single garage, but it had the room she needed. To keep her bike and supplies. Most pointedly medical supplies. Depending on her own injuries, it seemed wise to keep it out here, not in her resistance. Moving through an apartment building with a potential broken leg, would just warrant all the wrong questions. Particularly, why aren’t you going to a hospital… It really hadn’t even crossed her mind to take him there… Although she was sure her little trundle bed in the corner would be accommodating enough. Serpent didn’t waste time, motioning off the bike and offering her support again. Whilst also possibly uncovering his eyes, if he hadn’t refused or did it himself. The Black Serpent then helped him off her bike and hopefully to the bed. Steadily helping by placing a small pillow and supporting his neck. She frantically pulled at a few supplies, she expected it would need stitching. Of course she couldn’t know exactly what she was dealing with until she saw it. Kneeling herself on the ground beside him. Unwrapped what she’d managed to wrap, but she was going to see it more directly… ”I’m going to need to see your wound… Don’t worry, I don’t need to remove your mask!” The exotic, dark and slightly warmer tone of her voice broke through, breaking into a dark warm smile. With soften expression around the sharpness of her serpent eyes. Informing him, to assure he was comfortable with it. She wasn’t entirely sure how his suit was attached to him, but she assure she’d find away. Whether peeling it up or she’d have to cut some away. There didn’t seem to be any damage about neck level, so she couldn’t imagine any reason to take his mask off. Although many people in this city, if they were in her position, would probably want to.

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He would have likely stumbled over himself all over again if it hadn't been for the adjacent female's support. He was drowsy, weak, and within a few minutes there was a high chance he would be dead. His vision shifted from utter darkness to the alleyway as he continued to fight towards keeping conscious. Gotham wouldn't lose the Batman - not like this. Not to a pathetic lot of criminals who were lucky at best he was far too blinded to realize the shank coming up from behind. He would fight for this city till his last dying breath and now he was fighting to keep it. 

There was little he could make of out what Oracle was saying in his dazed state. He had caught just enough words to expect the abrupt chill in his side - eyes watching his apparent helper like a hawk. His trust with her at the moment was temporary but if she had proved to be a worthy ally after tonight he would perhaps have to reconsider his quick decision. He wasn't all that favorable of the other heroes running about his city but it wasn't like there was enough of him to stop them all. There were only the stories and looming threats of the shadowy protector who would do anything for the city he's spent almost a decade aside.

The woman proceeded to motion towards him with her bandages - something that caused his shaky gloved hand to reach out and stop her. He didn't want her to waste her supplies on him. With his injury frozen and his conscious more sturdy then moments prior he was almost certain he could make it on his own. At the mention of a rooftop he gave a brief nod before the hand that had previously been blocking the woman touched the side of his cowl to activate the comm link. "Oracle, I need you to-" He was quickly interrupted by the other woman's conclusion. She had other ideas. He didn't have enough willpower left in him to object.

She whisked him away on her motorbike - and he almost slumped over in the entire ride. Something was pulled over his eyes and it had seemed as life his world was covered in far more darkness then before.  So much in fact that it seemed to occupy his hearing. He could only assume that this woman - this vigilante had blinded him for security reasons. Not that he'd likely be seeking her help after this. He had Alfred to patch him up for the most part but it was moments like this that had made reaching his butler in time  much, much more difficult.

He locked his boots into the bike's sides tightly as they seemed to weave around streets - ears picking up every inch of their journey up until the sound of a garage door had finally sounded and the engine of the woman's bike quickly hushed. There was almost not enough strength in him from the draining that had come with his injuries to protest even the slightest bit towards his temporary ally. As she came to his side and offered him support, one of his hands quickly pulled off the blinds around his eyes. Scanning and taking in every bit of the headquarters that he could as they passed by it. She lead him to a small bed and he slumped into it with a groan - white lenses peering down at the injury as she proceeded to rush off again to gather supplies.

He could do nothing but let out an almost wordless mumble - a indication that for the moment he would be fine with her approaching and expecting the wound so long as she was smart enough to leave the rest of his suit alone. He didn't want his current caretaker to suffer from her own possible stupidity should she try to take off his mask and becoming the receiving end of a 10,000 volt shock.

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The ID came in through facial recognition, as well as everything on her profile. Zahira Ormarr, 23 years old, has altered DNA, the eyes are snake, as opposed to cat; which for whatever reason some DNA splicers like the cat eyes. Local hero, museum curator. Not much information. If she knew anything about Bruce, he had a hard time trusting people. Though, it seemed as if she didn't trust him either, blinding him on his ride over to her garage; not that that mattered too much, Oracle still had a lock on his signal, and the batsuit had multiple functions for tracking. Strange that she would bring him so close to her home address.

Bruce's words, didn't bother her as much, she was doing everything she could to help him. Regulating the Batsuit and keeping him going was work enough. Extracting him was another issue, she couldn't do it without him being on high ground; something which she had hoped that she was planning on doing after she was done suturing him.

"Bruce, I'm turning off the defense system on your side so she can operate on you. Her name is Zahira Ormarr, she does more street level crime in Gotham. It's hard to say if you can trust her or not. I'm not so sure how well she can patch you up, but it'll be better than what I can do from this distance. Also, I can't send the Batwing to you for a pick-up. The location of where you're at is residential. It'll attract too much attention. Get her to bring you at a safe LZ when she's done."

Barbara was unsure just how she could make the best of the situation; the feeling of hopelessness abounded, there was nothing more she could do, it was like options were being cut off. She sent an alert to the Batcave, if Alfred saw it, he would prep his materials, for him. Fix him up the way he always did; possibly rework stitches and make him a warm hot meal once he got back to the Cave.

One could only hope. She kept a window open, patching through the feed of Bruce's cowl just to make sure she was doing everything right. Again, she felt like Zahira could handle it. If she was a lone wolf as much as her profile proclaimed, it means she would have had to operate on herself in the past. No one becomes a Gotham City vigilante without a few scars.

[Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent]

If there was ever a leap, it was to dub Black Serpent, a local hero. It was certainly a vast stretch, given she’d been here for what? A handful of months, at best close to a year. In that time, sure she did her duty as she seemed fit to do it, but the entire city wouldn’t shout hero. Even less, a local. Now, when she had been in Egypt, a local hero was more likely, though in perhaps slightly different words. She had certainly played a role, similar to Batman’s role here in Gotham, only not so much to a city, but to an entire country, even perhaps sometimes an entire continent . Even then, she’d always played with shadows. Just as she’d done this evening, no one to really fully glimpse her face and even if they did. Snake eyes and fangs. Followed by a hiss was most likely to give a monster vibe, than a saving grace in a cape. Sometimes it was best to play to perception, if it meant ultimately saving them in the end. It really isn’t hard, when deep down there is a predatory instinct, a instinct of a creature that was less likely wanting to get a pat. However, could be a few times. Quite even fewer times, when the creature could lower down enough to, help. Even someone this city painted as an unbreakable mirage. Batman was masking similar as she did, a creature both often feared and misunderstood. Even the Serpent had to wonder what was the need of all the armour, but it was clear as day. Clear as night, now seeing the Bat in flesh. As if wounded with a broken wing. The scent of blood. The sweat. The rapid and jerking pulse that ran through his system. Struggling. He was… Human… Suppose, it shouldn’t be so shocking. It didn’t make her care any more or any less. Trust was never easy for her. The Serpent wouldn’t expect any less from the Batman, if fact she’d think him rather foolish if he did trust her… Though right now, she was helping him. She could and she would. If not, then who knows what could of happened, but he certainly least deserved a far more heroic death.

As she had motioned her weight. Helping him. Feeling the slump in his weak steps. His shallow breathing. The Serpent knew time was of the essence. Even if she couldn’t see his eyes coated in black, nor he see through her Serpent eyes. She was determined not to see him perish. However, she knew she had to follow her instinct as she always did. Simply taking him to a rooftop. Even as she half brushed over his nod, he was not in his right mind and he didn’t. He couldn’t know hers. Let alone anyone out there, that would very much like to take advantage of a wounded Bat. Given any room for error. Serpent was more on the side, where there was less things to tie up. Of course in her choosing, there was a risk. There always was, but simply putting your life on the line for this kind of destiny. Wasn’t that already a risk? Somehow even though this was not about trust, but rather an understanding. Like two shadows of the abyss. That and he suppose he wasn’t in all much state to struggle. As she had struggled mildly enough to get him upon her motorbike. Soon, speeding off into the night. Escaping police and escaping into tunnels. Arriving in haste time in her ‘garage’. Her risk. Minor, really. As it would be incredibly difficult to tie to it, she didn’t own it by name, she carried no pictures, no DNA to even compare and well no fingerprints. A little nifty thing with her powers, that caused her prints to change… But somehow, she had to assume there was nothing in it for Batman to know, let alone tell an entire City. Besides, one could very well see it. His life was in her hands.

Quite literally. As she had managed to get him to the bed in the corner of her darkened garage. There was no time wasted. Kneeling down beside where he laid. Her hands were cold, but calm. Careful. Had even been a little extra careful, incase she was expecting a Batman with fight left in him, but it was clear now. Even more from the apparent groan. The mumble of not even words. Just sounds. Her darkened Serpent eyes looked upon him with a hint of concern and a hint of understanding. Pulling her eyes upon his blood stained side closest to her, it wasn’t so easy to spot, given how deep it blended in with the black, but close inspection gave it away. Carefully, dark hands started circling around the torn fabric. Frozen stiff. ”Stay with me… Why don’t you tell me a story? Any story..? Have you heard of the one about the ‘Big Friendly Giant’?” The Serpent looked upon the darkened face of The Batman, she couldn’t entirely see his face, but enough to tell he was in and out of it. She knew trying to keep him aware, even talking would help, of course she’s not really had a patient, so she suggested a story? The Serpent took to her feet shortly. Flicking on a lamp that shone over above, it wasn’t super bright by any means, just a means to focus. Slipping her arms free of her jacket as she pulled it off and hung it swiftly over her bike. To offer her no restriction, revealing no real secrets apart from another glimpse of her darkened skin and deep gash scars upon her right forearm, one bigger one across her chest. A small token Man-Bat had left her before she had taken him down. Locked him away. It was high chance her scars would eventually fade… Moving swiftly to the little sink and bench. Serpent made a strong point to sterilise properly any utensils she may need. Before grabbing scissors. Serpent reclaimed where her knees had been.

The lamp had already eased a little of the icy surface. Finding as she pulled the fabric, an open enough for the scissor blade. Cutting through the fabric was no easy task, it was certainly strong fabric, but the knives damage certainly weakened it. Cutting through enough, that there was enough space. Her Hands then pealed the fabric away from the wound. Even pulling for safety pins of sorts to keep them at bay. With her attention highly focused and her hands inspected. It was quite the wound, luckily whatever had set his suit had certainly stopped a lot of the bleeding. Even more lucky the cut was a clean line cut. Serpent motioned for some of her supplies. Cloth and some disinfectant. Bringing her hand back, perhaps there was no way to avoid if it stung, but it needed to be done. Thoroughly Serpent worked to best clean the area. Of blood or anything, but with such a clean cut it wasn’t to difficult. She motioned him gently enough so she could access all of the wound, as it was generous. Not excessive in size. Deep, but not far past the first layer of tissue. Getting a little more disinfectant, Serpent made sure it was thoroughly clean. ”Its deep, but a clean cut… Its going to need stitches. Luckily for you, I’ve stitched a thousand wounds…” Serpent concluded almost with a hint of humanity, almost, though she hadn’t really expected an answer or even her patient to even be aware. Least her stitching skills were no lie, mind you they were namely on herself, but no she could certainly guarantee perfection. When you often find yourself lost for days in a desert, survival is key.

With the wound soon clean enough. The Serpent moved back to the utensils she had sterilised. Namely the needle for sure and pulling out a lengthy wind of thread. Carefully threading the needle on the thread. Whilst kneeling back into position, yet slightly leaning forward. So to best see where she needed to start. There was nothing to numb the pain, she was so use to it and generally it really wasn’t that painful. Though suppose everyone may feel differently. Etching her fingers to the further edge of his wound. It felt tender, but a touch was painful. Whilst there was calmness in her touch. Her movements, they were still precise. Of course her contacts extremely helped, as without them she was rather blind without glasses. Not that anyone would know that so easily. Especially now, as she poked the needle into the edge of the skin. The needle was passed through the other side, pulled firmly. Whilst continuing a seamless pattern. Also deep enough that there would be even less chances the stitches would tear. Of course there was no stopping someone redoing her work, but it wouldn’t be needed. Although as the Serpent focused on the wound. The stitching on hand. There was that unknown vibration she had felt earlier. She peaked only slightly out of the corner of her eye, but the Dark Knight appeared to be mostly out of it still. She could have no idea what technology he possessed. Pulling her eyes back on the task, but kept her senses open to the vibration. She couldn’t so much hear voices, but the changes in tone. Though maybe at least her name. There was the slightest frown to her already darkened brows. For now she shook it off. Continuing to stitch his wound with one hand as her other held firmly upon the surface of where she had previously stitched, holding them firmly in place!