Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 19, 2011 0:10:24 GMT -5
How long a drive had it been, Nightwing wouldn't know. He was hardly there to begin with. As the motorcycle traveled on autopilot, he was only along for the ride. It was a race to get away from the terror he had just faced. After hours of being tortured at the hands of the Joker. Nightwing was lucky to have made it out of the bell tower alive.
The motorcycle had stayed off the main road and was heading for a safe haven. And old friend of Nightwing's. And a place he knew he could get help. He was only half conscious to what was going on as he just held onto the bike as it raced off. He tried to keep it balance the best he could, but the computer took on most of the work.
After traveling for some time, a dim light could be seen in a window not far ahead. Dick's heavy eyes spotted it, but not hope caught inside him. He was too weak. His mind going in and out at this point. But he was conscious enough to made it this far, he could make it through this. The bike pulled up outside the doorway to the building. It looked familiar, but Dick's mind could not place anything at the moment. As the bike stopped, Dick's body fell off to the right side of it and landed on the ground with a thud. The escape had drained him off all this energy. But he knew he had to continue.
He had made it this far and he wasn't going to give up. He was too tired to cry out in pain as he's body hit the ground. Dick looked up from the ground where he lay to the door. And he started to drag himself with his arms as he made it to the first step and pulled himself up. As he made it up the steps, he used the railing to help get him back onto his feet.
Once on his feet, he staggered to the door. And once there, he gave one loud knock, slamming his fist into the door as he body fell forward to leaned on the door way. His left eye was about swollen shut under the mask. A large black and blue made over the eye and toward his temporal. The left side of his face cover in his own blood that had ran down his face. His hair was plastered to his forehead from his own sweat. His breathing was shallow as he tried to keep it steady. He had to have at least four so ribs broken and his back was in pain.
Parts of his suit were singed from the electric shocks he had received, There were three large gashes in the front of his suit. One on the right side from a stab. Another on the left stretching up to where his rib cage started. And one large one stretching around the front of his chest around the blue symbol he wore.
His back had many lashes on it. The many marks where the whip had landed, splicing through his suit and to his back. This suit was riddled with rips and tears in it. And he knew his legs where probably black and blue and swelling from the many hits he had received. He didn't even want to think how his check looked after being kicked around an beaten with his own escrima sticks. His boot were giving his feet support from how battered they were.
Dick leaned on the doorway, trying to keep himself up. Trying to stay alert. His eyes heavy and his legs just wanted to give way to support his body. "Please, please...someone be home," he said in a whisper to himself. This was the closest place he could get to for help. if he went any further he was afraid he might run into the FBI or not be able to get the help he needed. Dick was desperate for someone to help him. He just hoped he had come to the right place and someone would be there to help him.
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Post by canary on Aug 19, 2011 1:14:12 GMT -5
Dinah had taken the night off from patrolling the streets. With the overflow of FBI agents, activity from the rogues was relatively low and there were rumors that the Feds would be coming after the vigilantes next. As such, Dinah had limited her patrol time. It was, after all, the Batman’s city. It wasn’t like there was a pandemic that the Riddler or Joker had unleashed. No, now she would just relax, which was why she was asleep at the hour she would usually be patrolling the streets. She heard the pounding on the door downstairs and was instantly woken. There were only two reasons why someone would be at her door; a vagrant was pounding at her door, needing somewhere to stay, or it was a vigilante in need. Her mother had told her that their home was a safe harbor for any vigilante in the city. As such, their identities weren’t secret when it came to other vigilantes.
Grabbing a baseball bat from the corner, she slowly made it down the stairs in her tank top and sleep shorts. She peeked through the peep hole, seeing a startling sight. ”Oh, God…” She wasn’t sure exactly who he was, but he was clearly a vigilante. Ripping open the door, Dinah caught his limp body before helping him onto the couch. ”Just hang on, ok?” Quickly, she ran outside and pulled his bike into the garage next to hers. She didn’t need cops snooping around right now.
Just as suddenly as she had vanished, Dinah was back at his side. ”What happened to you? I’ve got to get the top of your costume off so I can clean your wounds.” She had a first aid kit with her in moments. She needed to cut away the top of the battered man’s costume so that she could clean the wounds; as painful as that would be. He seemed to be delirious. She just hoped he was coherent enough to realize she was there to help, not hurt. ”Do you have a communicator? Someone I can call for help?”
She pulled out some gauze, dabbing gently around his face to clean up the blood. Dinah needed to get under his domino mask to clean the wounds, but she wouldn’t dare remove it. She knew the vigilante code and how valuable a secret identity was. She wouldn’t take that from him. Instead, she dabbed a thick gauze pad with hydrogen peroxide before carefully cleaning away the dried blood she could get to without tampering with his mask. ”Just give me a second; I’m gunna go get a cold cloth, ok?” She squeezed his hand reassuringly before disappearing into the kitchen to grab a few soft wash cloths, a glass of water, and fill a bowl with some water. His hair was still matted with blood and sweat and she wanted to clean him up as best as possible.
As she cleaned his forehead, she surveyed the rest of his wounds, wincing as her eyes travelled over his body. ”I’ve got to get you to a hospital. I… I don’t have the capabilities to take care of your wounds here. You might have internal bleeding and you need to have a doctor set your ribs so they heal properly.” She continued to clean his wounds, now focusing on the crusted blood around his nose and mouth. Carefully, she pulled his gauntlets and boots off as to allow his feet and hands to breathe. She grimaced at the bruises as soon as she had; he had been beaten to hell and back.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling it gently into a high ponytail to get it out of his face and away from the blood. As she laid a cool, damp cloth on her forehead, she saw the confusion in his eyes. ”I’m the Black Canary. Well… the Black Canary’s daughter. I’m the new Black Canary. I’m not sure who you are, but you need more help than I can give.” She hoped he would come to his senses and give her the answers she needed. He needed professional medical attention.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 19, 2011 10:17:40 GMT -5
Dick stayed there until the door went flying open and he just about fell forward when someone caught him. He hadn't seen who exactly it was. But he was just glad someone had been around. As the woman helped him to the couch, Dick tried his best to try and support his own weight, though his legs were feeling weaker.
He heard the woman's voice speaking to him, but wasn't sure exactly what was going on. He lay there in silence as she disappeared. It hadn't taken long before she was back in the room again. Dick still wasn't completely there as he took in her questions. He wanted to answer them, but his words weren't responding to him trying to speak.
Laying there not exactly sure what was fully going on around him, he wanted to be able to respond. He didn't want to lay there feeling helpless. But his muscle were all too tired and weak as well as his mind. Though it wouldn't stop him from trying to answer back. At the moment, he was more content to being able to lay there and not have to worry about the Joker hunting him down.
Dick could hear was she was saying and tried to give a slight nodded to answer her first few questions about what she needed to do and if he had a communicator. He knew he had one on the motorcycle. There was probably another in his gloves. But the one on his mask had been fried. He wished at that moment he could say something out, his mind still not working with his body.
When she pulled out something to clean his face with, he flinched at the motion she made to get it as she came near his face with it. His body tensed up, until he felt what it was against his face. His sight a bit blurry as he tried to see what was going on. The woman said something again, and he felt her squeeze his hand. He just lay there and let his eyes shut for a moment while she was gone.
He could hear the slight sound of footsteps coming back toward him and opened his eyes again to see the blonde hair woman back. His sight still trying to piece things together. He recognized her. He knew this place. But the woman before him wasn't the person he had known to live there. But still he knew that he knew who she was. His mind just wasn't working fast enough.
Hearing something about a hospital, his eyes widened. He didn't want to go. He couldn't. If Dick was place in the hospital in his condition, it would lead to the FBI question what had just happened and would arrest him as soon as they saw the hints of the Nightwing suit. He was a vigilante, and they were seen to be against the FBI. He didn't want to run the risk. But he also couldn't just stay in his condition. Dick could feel her removing his glove and boots, He groaned in pain a bit as she removed his boots from his beaten feet.
His mind was still trying to piece things together and place where he was. As the woman, ran her fingers through his hair, he tried to gain some energy to try and answer her. As she told him who she was, something clicked within his mind. Yes, that was it! That's how he had recognized her. His mind starting to fill in the blanks as she gave him answers. He remember the Black Canary and he had heard about her. Recalling Batman saying something about her before when he was talking with someone from the Justice League.
Looking over at her, something had sparked within him to get him to react a bit more to her questioning. "Nightwing," he said through his breath in a quiet tone. Dick tried to settle his mind to answer her back and he was finally making progress. He tried to prop himself up, causing only more pain for himself, but he wanted to stay alert and answer her. He winced in pain at his own movement. "No hospitals...FBI is....every where," he said in a weak voice. Though Dick probably knew his condition was bad, but he didn't want to get taken in by the FBI.
"The Batman...might be...Joker was at....the tower," Dick started to say out. The words jumbled as he tried to say Batman was probably around. He was giving off the information of the Joker. "Was a...trap," he said as he body gave way to his weight trying to be supported. Dick lay back against the couch completely again, groaning in pain as he tried to protect himself.
While she sat near him. He had a feeling he could trust her. She'd know who Batman was. The League knew. Though she might not be apart of the League, her mother had known the Bat-family. He slowly started to raise his right hand. He couldn't see with his mask on, his eye were getting tired and the swelling on his left eye was throbbing underneath it. His hand was making it's way towards his face, and toward the mask. It felt like it took so much strength just to try and do a simple task as he hand fell limp along side his head. Dick needed to pace himself. He was exerting too much energy all at once. If he wasn't carefully, he might just end up blacking out. He had not been able to finish the action to remove the mask. If there was anything going to be done at a hospital or involving any other people. He was not going into it looking like Nightwing. His mind still not completely together with his actions.
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Post by canary on Aug 20, 2011 0:39:15 GMT -5
Dinah shushed him lightly as she wiped away some more sweat and blood from his brow. His words were broken; a mirror to the state of his body. Slowly and carefully she pulled apart the tattered pieces of his costume and cut it off at the waist, revealing his battered torso completely. The usually impeccable muscles that would make a woman swoon were covered in bruises, broken blood vessels, and deep cuts. The knife wounds on his chest and sides were the easiest to address as she placed pressure on his right side which was still slowly bleeding. She knew it would hurt, but she had to get it to stop. ”You’re safe. I won’t take you to a hospital. I won’t let the Feds get you, I promise. Your bike is in my garage, safe and sound.”
She continued to put pressure on his wound with her right hand while unrolling some gauze to place over the long cut across his chest. Carefully, Dinah wetted a cloth with rubbing alcohol and began to clean the shallow wound before taping a piece of gauze over it. Once that was accomplished, she grabbed a thicker piece of gauze and cleaned the deep wound on Nightwing’s right side, carefully taping up the wound before doing the same to his left side. Now that the deep cuts were taken care of, she could take the time to contact someone for help. ”I can contact the Batman if you tell me how. I don’t know where my mother left her communicator the Justice League.“
When he moved for his mask, she felt shocked. Was he honestly going to trust her with his secret identity? Of course, she would likely not know him just by his face, but it was still something that most vigilantes weren’t comfortable with. ”Do… do you want me to take your mask off? I can bring you some sunglasses if you want to keep your face hidden.” She could imagine that the mask was uncomfortable over the sweat and blood that had dried beneath it, and she did need it to be removed to properly clean his wounds, but she wasn’t going to just peel it off without his consent.
In the meantime, she began to wrap his swollen wrist – the one the Joker had dislocated – with a spare ACE bandage she had in her first aid kit. There wasn’t much she could do for his bruises other than ice, and she didn’t want to freeze his already weakened body. His ribs, like she had said, would need to be set by a real doctor. Other than that, she could clean the wounds to his back, which would be difficult as she didn’t want to move his torso more than absolutely necessary. Right now, the most important thing was contacting the Batman and getting Nightwing somewhere safer.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 20, 2011 9:12:46 GMT -5
Dick dropped his hand back to along his side. As she started to remove the tatter pieces of his suit, he winced and with his right hand clenched onto the couch. Parts of the suit had stuck after small amounts had probably melted through the electric shocks he had received, parts sticking to his skin. He knew she was trying to be careful. His body temperature adjusting to the change of now laying there with his chest exposed to the drafty room. He simply lay there and let her work seemed to get to work again helping patch him up for the time being.
"Ah," he gave a light cry and winced in pain as she started to put pressure on the wound on his right side. He tried to brace himself by grabbing at the couch again, it helping a bit to keep him quiet. He knew she was just helping him, and he wasn't going to fight back. Her words were reassuring, but he did not answer, letting his head fall back to rest on the couch again.
He would wince every once and a while as she worked on the wounds on his chest. He could feel her putting gauze on it and wrapping it. And at her asking about calling for the Batman, he remained silent for a bit. His mind trying to phrase the words in his head. He was still mixed up and trying to find the energy to communicate again.
He heard her question him for reaching for his mask, he glanced at her. To be honest, he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. He started to question himself a bit. He glanced over at her as she started to wrap his right wrist. Dick wanted to pull away at first. But he knew she was trying to help him. It was numb at the time and he had put a lot of pressure on it when he had been escaping, he had only been able to because the rest of his body was aching more than his wrist.
"Be quick...about..it," he answer back quiet. "Do what...you must..." Dick was trying to explain about his mask. He wasn't sure all what he was dong and just could piece it together at the moment. His mind wasn't adjusting to questioning himself or second guessing. But if she could just lift the mask up a bit and work at cleaning it. "Sunglasses....but...want mask....back....after," he tried to get it all out.
Dick looked down at his glove sitting on the floor. He did have a communicator to spare. She would be able to contact the Batman, but it hadn't been used since he had gone on his own. Him mind not allowing him to thing about anything in the past that had happened. His mind set on the torture he had just gone through and the terror of trying to get away from it all. "Right,...second compartment....blue strip," he tried to direction. The comm link he had for the Bat-family line was in the right glove in a compartment stored in the section that had the blue stripe running over it.
The communicator was a small thin device that was black and had a small hologram projection that could be used for communicating, but mainly functioned as a radio link. "Frequency set...just activate by side silver button...set to third wave....Batman's line," Dick said. His eyes searching over his gear laying on the floor away from him and out of his reach. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment and his chill came over him. He jolted away from viewing his stuff out of reach, causing himself to groan in pain over his sudden action. A flash of memory going back to being tied up and having his gear within sight, but out of reach. His breathing becoming more rapping for at the moment. But then his mind got a slight grip on itself and he opened his eyes again and faced Black Canary.
He knew he was safe with her, but his mind was making him flash back to the recent torment. And right now, he felt helpless. Too weak to really do much at all. Even with the situation, he was not stubborn at all about calling for his mentor to come and help him. Normally he wouldn't have allowed it, but his mind held no grudge against it. He just wanted help. He needed help. Dick's mind was going in and out, trying to figure things out. His mind not focusing on the past of everything that had happened between them. Dick just wanted to escape this all. He wished it had all been a bad dream. His thoughts not on wanting revenge on the Joker at the time, but more wanting to run and stay as far away as he could from him that night.
His body started to flinch a few times at the thought of it all. And the small actions around him. His eyes darted around the room to make sure he wasn't imagining this all. It was just his mind going into a shocked state to try and get away from the reality, Dick stopped and tried to grab the couch again with his right hand, feeling the restraint of the ACE wrap on it, it brought him back to an almost stable set of mind for the time being. "Call...him," Dick said when he looked over toward her, His mind set on her for the moment, showing that he was back to a conscious state of mind again.
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Post by canary on Aug 20, 2011 21:03:40 GMT -5
Dinah nodded at his instructions on removing his mask. She carefully lifted it up off his non swollen eye and cleaned the crusted blood away before completely removing the mask from his face. She didn’t study his face or even look at his features. She was focused on the swollen eye which had a gash in it. ”Just don’t move. This is going to sting, ok?” She rubbed the cut with a pad dabbed in rubbing alcohol, wiping away the blood and cleaning the wound. His wounds had a chance for infection, and she wasn’t about to bandage something that hadn’t been cleaned. Once she was done, she placed two butterfly stitches over the wound, effectively holding it together.
Once his face was completely cleaned of the blood and sweat, she placed a pair of dark aviators over his eyes, concealing his face once again. ”Just keep your eyes closed, ok? I know it hurts, but I don’t want to give you any aspirin. We don’t need your blood to be thinned. You’re bleeding enough.” She touched his cheek gently before reaching for the discarded glove, using it as instructed. The glove was unscathed; it had apparently not been on Nightwing’s body while he had been tormented. However lucky as one could be in this situation, this was certainly a turn for the better. Now it was just a matter of reaching the Batman.
Her voice was low and calm as she held her breath hoping that the Batman would respond. ”Batman? This is the Black Canary, can you hear me? Batman, I need you to respond. Nightwing has been injured. He’s at the designated safe haven on the Gotham outskirts. He needs medical attention. If you can hear me, please respond.” She knelt next to Nightwing, placing her hand on his shoulder gently. She wanted to make sure he knew she was next to him.
She could tell just by the look on his face how distressed he was. The Joker had done terrible things to him; things she didn’t even want to try to comprehend. Dinah knew what the Joker had done in the past and she knew what he was capable of. It broke her heart to think that he had likely endured some of the most devious things the Joker could imagine. She just hoped that the Batman would hear her and respond. She wasn’t sure how much longer Nightwing would made it.
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Post by royskopp on Aug 22, 2011 16:06:45 GMT -5
He had been driving through the streets when the distress signal came in. Batman listened to "The Black Canary" as she told him about Nightwing being injured and where he was located. As she told him this, Batman's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, a white hot fury raging through him that he wanted to direct at the person who had done this. But he forced himself to reign his emotions back in control. He couldn't afford to do something stupid, not when Dick needed him the most.
Batman picked up radio mic and spoke into it.
"I'm on my way,"
Then, slamming the breaks, he spun the car around 180 before gunning off towards the safe house near Gotham Outskirts. There were several of these houses dotted around Gotham, each one stacked to the brim with everything needed to patch up an injured crime fighter.
It didn't take too long for Batman to reach the safe house. Getting out of the car, he pushed a button upon his utility belt whilst bullet and fireproof plates began to cover the whole Batmobile.
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Post by canary on Aug 22, 2011 17:40:38 GMT -5
Dinah released a sigh of relief as Batman responded over the communicator. She hadn’t realized that she was even holding her breath until she heard his gruff voice crackle over the speaker. Looking at Nightwing, who had heard his response, she could tell he was relieved as well. Nightwing clearly needed medical attention and apparently the Batman was trained to provide it. ”Just hang on, he’ll be here any minute.” She rewetted the cold cloth and placed it on his forehead to help with the throbbing he was surely feeling inside it. They were close; he would be safe soon.
Quite frankly, she was a little overwhelmed with this whole situation. Her mother had told her the background on the whole vigilante thing, but she hadn’t told her many specifics; like where the advanced medical supplies were, or where the hell her mother’s communicator was. Perhaps the Batman would know, not that he had the time to teach her the history of crime fighting in Gotham. No, she’d figure it out on her own.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only minutes, she heard a soft commotion outside. While she was quite sure it was the Batman, she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t want to take chances that the injured vigilante before her had been followed, so she grabbed one of his escrima sticks tightly in her right hand.
Slowly, she crept outside where she spotted the fully armored vehicle. That’s when she saw him; the Batman. He towered over her with his broad, muscular body which was covered in Kevlar plated armor. He was as terrifying as everyone had said. ”He’s on the couch. It’s pretty bad.” She paused for a short moment, not wanting to give him the information she needed to deliver. ”It was the Joker.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she stepped aside to let him inside. She knew that this information would upset him even more than he already seemed to be; she just didn’t want to be in his way.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 23, 2011 1:57:05 GMT -5
Dick winced at the stinging sensation that followed as she started to clean around the eye. He stayed quiet other than the small shifts of discomfort over the treatment. But he wasn't going to fight against it, he knew it needed to be done. This body was adjusting to the situation. He was just trying to get his own mind to settle on the here and the now. Though he longed to get away from it.
As she placed the sunglasses on his face, everything became darker to him. He didn't like this darkness. He wanted to see, he wanted to be alert to everything around him. Dick's mind was playing it against his own better judgment over the situation. Though he laid still and did not protest.
He heard the words she spoke slightly, in his mind knowing she was calling for help. He could feel her lay her hand gentle on his shoulder. Dick lay there with his eyes shut, his mind fading in and out from where he was and what was going on. But, he turned his head facing toward the Black Canary. He opened his eyes, he didn't like the darkness he saw. All it came back to was the torture and he didn't want to replay anything in his mind. Even if he couldn't stop it.
Then he somewhat heard the low grumbling voice over the small communicator she had used. He couldn't hear the exact words, but knew the voice was familiar. And he listened to the woman's voice again. She seemed so calm and a bit on edge at the same time. Though it was enough to help calm himself down for a bit.
As the minutes passed, he started to drift in and out on consciousness. He knew he'd be able to stay something if he needed to, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to understand fully. Then the woman got up and left his side, he had noticed that much. But he could not likely hear what was going on outside as he lay motionless on the couch. He could only wait. A cold breeze coming in as the door was opened sent a shiver down his spin as he lay there with the cold towel on his forehead, and lay without the top part of his suit. The wraps on his chest and sides helped immensely with the pain that would have been if left open. His eyes tried to search the room for anyone else coming back to the room, but his head started to feel a bit dizzy and light headed.
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Post by royskopp on Aug 24, 2011 16:21:02 GMT -5
Batman seemed to glide over to the room as he went to Nightwing's side. When the Black Canary told him who was responsible for these injuries, Batman's blood turned cold in his veins and a white hot fury bubbled from within. He remembered Lisa Novak telling him that the Joker had escaped from Arkham... and now he had resurfaced. Batman knew that The Joker always made a dramatic entrance whenever he broke out but this time, he had managed to break Batman's hard exterior. For the dark knight was scared, these injuries were life-threatening.
Batman turned to the Black Canary and looked her deep in the eyes.
"The medical facilities here won't do much good," he said, "We have to get him to the lower levels. Lock the front door and get into the shower. I'll carry Nightwing there."
Without waiting for a reply, Batman leant over and picked Nightwing up in a fireman's carry. He had to get him to the lower levels of the sanctuary. On the outside, the safe house looked like a dilapidated shack that was always locked. There were several items hidden on the top floor but this wasn't the main area.
Batman carried Nightwing into the bathroom, a filthy and dirt encrusted area which smelt horrible, and into the equally dirty shower. In truth, it wasn't dirt at all... it was all cosmetic and was meant to look filthy. The smell was coming from a built in aerosol that sprayed cigarette smoke and other ungodly odours, giving the distinct impression that this toilet probably held several diseases.
Batman waited for the Black Canary to enter the shower with him. It would be a tight fit, but the room downstairs would be spacious enough for all of them.
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Post by canary on Aug 24, 2011 20:36:27 GMT -5
Dinah moved quickly at each of Batman’s instructions. She locked the front door, securing the deadbolt and chain, before scooping up Nightwing’s equipment she had removed. There could be no trace of him being there in the event someone else stumbled in on the old shack. Plus, Nightwing would likely want to take said equipment with him rather than just discard it. She regretted having to cut away the top half of his suit; she knew what a pain in the ass it was to have to repair the Kevlar garments. The least she could do was to make sure the rest of his equipment could be salvaged.
In a matter of moments, she was squeezing herself into the shower next to the other two masculine vigilantes. Apparently, the Batman was aware of what was hidden inside the safe house. Perhaps he had helped her mother set it. Hell, it could have been used by vigilantes for years before her mother ever even came along. Regardless, she would trust the Bat and follow him wherever he led. He was Gotham’s defender, after all. ”He’s been in and out of consciousness since he showed up at my doorstep. He hasn’t formed a complete sentence the entire time. All I got out of him was to call you and that the Joker had done this to him.”
She didn’t want to bring up the part about removing his mask. Even though it had been at the vigilante’s instruction, she didn’t want to anger the Bat. Patiently, she stood completely still as he fiddled with some sort of switch and a stairwell opened up behind them which led to a basement of sorts. This was apparently where the real medical supplies were. No wonder her mother had wanted her to stay there; vigilantes obviously needed it on a regular basis. ”Wow…
She made her way down the stairs, looking around the basement in wonder. It was an extremely impressive set up. It made sense that Nightwing’s bike had taken him here. Perhaps he was in the right place. Now it was just a matter of the Bat being able to help him appropriately. Of course, she would help in any way she could; she just didn’t want to be in the way.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 25, 2011 12:26:26 GMT -5
Dick lay there, but took notice to something coming toward him. At first, his mind wanted him to back away, constantly replaying the night's scene in his head. Always wanting to move away from the figure coming toward him. His sight was blurred to him and darkened at the moment with the sunglasses he had on.
His mind kept jump back between the reality of what was happening and what had sadly happened not long before he had gotten there. His mind just seemed to be over riding itself and when his body just wanted to shut down. The pain he felt was unbearable and he was left without actions to stop it. He couldn't do anything. Dick's body felt so weak, but his mind was still going and still trying to fight.
Shifting his view toward the dark figure looming toward him, Dick's mind recognized it. He knew that figure any day. And the gravelly voice of his. He could somewhat hear what he was saying. He looked up at the first when he could make out the name Nightwing being said.
He could feel Batman starting to pick him up to carry him off. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on again. His mind shifting in and out again as he tried to stay with them. Dick groaned in pain from his ribs aching as he was being carried. But there was little he could do or say about it. If he hadn't been in the condition he was and was able to move more on his own, he would have protested and tried to get up on his own, but his body just felt weaker,
His body was limp as he was carried off. He'd have to go with what ever was going on. Then he heard Black Canary's voice again replying to the Batman, telling him what had happened. When he heard the name of the Joker being said, he shuddered at the mention of the name. His mind couldn't handle it. Dick didn't want to remember, but that same psychotic laugh seemed to echo in his thoughts. How long the torment had gone on that night, Dick had no concept for. All that had gone on had taken time and planning along with the patients the Joker had to inflict physical as well as mental pain and suffering.
These small motions of his gave signal that he was still there with them. That he was still trying to find away through this to get to them. He'd speak again once he got the energy. No questions were directed at him. He wanted to speak, but his mind was keeping him quiet as his body tried to recover from the pain inflicted that was still burning all over his body.
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Post by royskopp on Aug 30, 2011 14:11:07 GMT -5
As they made their way to the basement, the scenery changed dramatically. The safe-house looked disgusting, smelled horrible and looked as if that you would catch a disease if you spent more than a day there. But that was all cosmetic for once Batman, Canary and Nightwing got to the basement area, lights began to flicker to life as everything was illuminated. It was a spacious area which housed plenty of equipment. Batman had built the base as an emergency 'Batcave' as it were, although cave was not the word to describe this base.
The walls were painted a dull grey to simulate the inside of a cave. Down some more steps was a small crime lab, and to the left was a large computer network that had been set up to allow remote access to the Batcave computer. Batman indicated to Canary that they were to go to another room. Inside the room was a medical bed and walls lined with medication.
"Get him onto the bed," Batman said, as he went over to the various medical equipment. He would have to get ready to treat Nightwing quickly to avoid any complications. Batman knew that he was conscious for whilst they were carrying him to the medical bay, he felt Nightwing move a little.
Batman came over with a medical tray which contained antiseptic, a needle and thread, bandages and more.
"Nightwing, don't move or try to speak." he said.
Then he set to work to his injuries, which were grave and numerous.
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Post by canary on Aug 30, 2011 19:12:02 GMT -5
Dinah lifted the much larger vigilante onto the medical bed as carefully as possible, not wanting to worsen his injuries. She was appalled by just how calm and level headed the Batman was able to remain in spite of the situation. Had this been someone as close to her as Nightwing was to the Batman, she would be a complete mess. She could handle facing twenty thugs with guns, but one of her friends with life threatening injuries? No thank you. That was simply too much for her to handle. She didn’t even know him all that well and she still wanted to rip the Joker’s head off. She spared a brief moment to wonder just what the Batman would do to the demented clown in return. Surely he wouldn’t go unpunished; she just hoped that the Dark Knight wouldn’t cross the line and kill the Joker, no matter how much he deserved it.
She made sure the sunglasses were still over Nightwing’s eyes to protect his identity. With the Batman there, she wanted to be especially careful not to let him be exposed. If she knew who Nightwing was, she’d likely be able to figure out who Batman was. ”Everything he says is broken. I’m not sure if he’s even coherent most of the time. He gets nervous when you come too close to him.” She moved his hair back again, smiling gently at him. The poor guy had been through hell.
Standing back, Dinah watch in awe as Batman worked quickly to help his young protégé. There wasn’t much more she could do for him; she hadn’t been trained in medical aid. Now, she would just have to trust the Bat that he knew what he was doing and pray that Nightwing would be ok. Otherwise, the Joker really would be dead.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Aug 31, 2011 1:00:24 GMT -5
As they continued on, Dick's eyes started to grow heavier. His body telling him to shut down even more. It wanted to recover. It wanted to escape. Then some bright lights started to flicker one and his eyes caught hint of the scene around him getting brighter. He was blinded by the new lighting of the setting. Compare to the darkness he had been seeing even in his own mind.
It was only a matter of seconds before he was being placed on a medical bed. He noticed the difference between the Batman and Black Canary was he was shifted off to the next person. He could slightly hear the notices around him. His eyes partly looking around under the the sunglasses. He had become a bit more weak and was hardly giving out a groan of pain after all the movement of them going down the steps and then being placed on the medical bed.
His blinking being coming quite slower as he rested more with his eyes closed more than he had up stairs where he had seemed a bit more alert when he had gotten there. He could feel a head on his head, but his sight was even more blurred and the blinding light didn't help. He could hear Black Canary's words in almost a mumble. The sounds starting to become muffled to him. Dick shifted his head off to one side, looking toward the dark figure of Batman again.
He tried to focus on who it was and what was being brought over. His mind fading even more as he seemed to be going into another state of consciousness. His mind losing a bit of scene of where he once once again, it drawing back to the nights previous encounter. Which was not a good this at this time.
He could feel that the woman was no longer along side of him and he lay in the open on the medical bed. It all too similar to the previous experience. Dick was lost concept of them trying to help him at the moment. He could hear a muffled voice again, but this time was less able to hear it.
Dick's body was still as the Batman came over to him. Not reaction to anything. His eyes closed for the time. He could sense the dark figure over him. After the medical tray had been placed near by, Dick seemed to be coming to again in consciousness.
But this time, his mind taking a severe flash back. He opened his eyes and tried to adjust to the sight of some shiny object laying near where he was. Dick tried to make out what they were. He could barely make out the content on the try, but caught sight of the needle and some containers of something on the table. His mind was too weak to fight off the flash backs as he got tired.
His breathing started to grow more rapid. His eyes slightly darting around at the figures around him, the equipment, and the lights. Dick's mind was almost going into some type of stage of shock. More in flash backs and reaction to things that were similar in to the same that had inflicted the pain before.
Even with Batman there working, trying to help him. Dick's mind was just not on the right set to comprehend that this wasn't the torture he had gone through, but it was hard to stop it as it seemed to take on control of his mind. He was breaking out into a light sweat, as his eyes tried to look around at the objects around him, the blurriness only making it more difficult for him to relax at this point.
His mind took it's chance to jump back and try to fight against the pain that could be inflicted. This time not being restrained. Dick was in shock and reaction to another mind set of the flash backs. It all appeared to be so really and to be happening then. Dick's body jolted with the mind set of what was and could happen. It could happen all over again. His mind carrying him away from the setting he had found to seek shelter and help and back into the world he wanted to escape, his minds own memories of the event.
As the one figured moved away and the other was coming at him. Even though it was the Batman, Dick's mind was playing tricks on him. His body started to shake a bit. And the images within Dick's mind were becoming all too real once again.
This time he tried to lash out, rather than the flinching that had take on earlier. He wasn't restrained like he had been against the Joker and this just gave his mind even more to react to. As the Bat went to work on him, Dick's head snapped up to looked toward the looming figure and his eyes went wide, as wide as they could with what injuries he had sustained. His body taking on a small surge of energy. "No," he tried to yell out, but it came out weak. Though there was much fear in it.
Dick's body started to shake more violently. He took a weak attempt to try and get away from this all. It was enough to try and push himself off the the medical bed. But his body was so weak, yet it found the energy to push on and try to get away from this, just like he had from the tower. His mind replaying what he had wanted to do when the Joker had been torturing him as the torture had worsened. You had to give it too him, when he tried to fight for survival, he would put up a fight. Even though this was against the people who were trying to help him. But Dick's mind couldn't tell the difference. He was confused and lost in his own mind. Mixing up the past events with the reality of what was going on now. He yelled out in pain as he started to thrash about to try and fight back, only causing himself more pain. But he wasn't able to really tell what he was doing. All Dick knew was he wanted to get away from the torture. His concept lost on the people who had been trying to help him out. His mind wasn't lost, it was most in shock over the event of something so similar to the last. It was tying things together. Linking them back to the torture.
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