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Post by selinakyle on Oct 13, 2011 2:40:45 GMT -5
Hospital Hell
(follow-up on the heels of “Fumbling the Truth.”
Selina was sick and tired of laying around. And the nurses knew it. She had a few visitors, and Lisa had been more than helpful after their little spat. Years of friendship finally had trumped their work, well, at least for now and Selina had been given access to her laptop. Which gave her access to her work at home, which had been set on hold for the time being. And as much as she hated it, that meant Catwoman was sidelined for the time being as well.
Kicking at the layers of blankets atop her, she was curious if Liv was going to stop by today. There was only so much one could do when bedridden, as well as having a police escort outside her door. Kicking again, trying to get the itch of the damn splint off her foot, she succeeded in toppling the pile of tabloids collecting at her feet as well. With her mugging, the local riff-raff, and mostly asinine coverage of the balls she was missing, as well as her own mugging.
Rolling her eyes she kicked again, watching the rest of the glossies falling, and she was ok. The FBI was making this difficult. As were her counterparts. “Go find Batman! Woo him! Get him caught!” Yammered at her like she was some sort of dog. Yeah, wrong species, Oswald. Now Eddie was different. He had a task for her to complete. A challenge. Not a man to throw to the wolves. A man that supplied quite a bit of her entertainment at night.
Not that Nightwing wasn't bad, but hell. If she had even been close enough to get on Batman's cycle, hell, she never would have gotten that far without him being two steps behind her. Or closer. The kid still had to learn. And with Liv scanning for her, there were sightings of someone else. A new Robin?” She tried to hide it by turning to glance out her window, but the smirk only grew on her lips. A new toy to play with. The new ones were always fun to tease, to provoke. To suss out how honed their skills were, and how easily they were distracted. Reaching for the small side table, Selina grabbed her cellphone, dropping it twice with her splinted arm before finally being able to grasp it. Coffee in her other hand she toggled through her contacts, finally settling on one. Dick. She was curious how he was doing, she had been so out of it at the time she hardly had time to think of his injuries, considering how befuddled her own brain was.
Opening a window on her phone, she sent a quick text, “How are you holding up?” -S” Before setting her phone back. She had to think. Liv had already done a bit of her errands, and nothing had been moved. It was sad, that she couldn't do most of it herself, but there wasn't a whole lot of rooftop antics that could be done from a hospital bed. Even with her protesting, she had only been able to get the Doctor to reduce her plaster cast to a splint. She hated being injured. It just wasn't exciting.
But she had 48 hours to go. Lisa had said there would be protection, and in exchange for ratting out Oswald and the mugger, she would have a bit of leeway. Rolling her eyes she mentally went over her list, excitement growing in her belly at the thought of slipping into her new catsuit, the re-inforced areas almost completed. 16 hours. Liv could pick up the package. New, shiny toys were always a help in boosting mood.
But for now she was going to rest, enjoy her morning coffee, and bide her time until she received a return text. She had several things to think about, considering she had the time.
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Post by jason on Oct 13, 2011 13:41:45 GMT -5
The text message had reached Dick's iphone, but not Dick himself. The cell had been left sitting on the coffee table in the living room next to a closed laptop. The cell sat there making a little alarm sound and vibrating as it lay there. There was no sign of Dick. Of course he wasn't there at the time, but someone else was. Some one who Dick probably wouldn't let through the front door with out interrogating for his reasons.
Jason happened to be in the penthouse, there to retrieve so files of any recent crime or information Dick had as Nightwing to be out in the next of the wood he had been the night he had gotten tortured by the Joker. News moved fast through the Bat-family. And Jason was sent to find what he could and get any recent pieces of information he could get from Dick's computer systems.
It had taken him a while to manage to figure away around a few of the security systems on the computer grid, but he manage to get the more recent files he needed. Was everyone in the Bat-family that protective over their computer systems. Jason had shrugged it off. He knew they all where. Just safety in cause someone found them out or was trying to. Jason was still getting a hang of the whole hacking the systems, but was catching on fast at it.
After getting the info he needed, he snooped around a bit. He had never been inside Dick's house. He knew that Barbara lived there, but he didn't work with her much at all. He had picked the lock to get in.
As Jason was walking about checking the place out he heard a sound. He figured it was a cell phone going off. Locating where it was, Jason walked over to the coffee table to find an iphone sitting on the table. It said a text had been received.
Jason of course wasn't going to let it sit. Besides, Dick wouldn't be around to get it any time soon. Not until he got his phone back. Jason fiddled with the phone to find that it didn't have a code protecting it, so he was able to look at the message.
The id. said it was from some one called Selina Kyle. Jason smirked at the thought. He knew who that was. He had seen her at some of those charity events that Bruce threw. What was Dick doing with that woman's number on his phone and why was she contacting him? Barbara would find this interesting.
Jason opened up the text and looked at the message. What did she mean 'holding up'? Something must have happened between the two of them. Jason was stupid. He could put two and two together. But this was only the tip of the ice. There was more to find out what was going on or what had happened.
Jason decided since Dick wasn't around to stop him, he would answer back. Just for the fun of it.
"If you're looking for Dick, he's not around, S. He'll be out for a while. -J"
For the heck of it he would put some sign of his name. Like she would be able to figure that out at first. She'd probably ask who was texting back. And of course for safety reasons, he wasn't about to say that Dick had been torture and was now holding out some where. Jason knew the code of the Bat-family. He'd simple remark that Dick had some business to attend to along with Bruce, or something along those lines.
Jason pressed send and would wait and see if he would get a responses. And if he did, this would probably keep him entertained for a bit. Not like any one would know what he did or what he said. He'd give the phone back to Dick when he next saw him. He had yet to see him since the accident. And with Alfred sending him out here along with what he needed to do for Batman, he was picking up a few things. The cell phone would probably be something Dick would want once he was feeling up to contacting anyone.
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Post by selinakyle on Oct 16, 2011 3:07:51 GMT -5
The mug in her hand was nice enough, and as she lie there, half-reclining in the bed, breathing in and out to a count of 7, she hadn't expected the buzz to interrupt. Peeking out of one eye to see her phone blinking a notification she grabbed it, setting her coffee mug aside. Sliding the phone open, she was shocked to see a message. From a “J.” Initially this caused her alarm, because the only “J,” she knew, was Jack. Well, that was what she called him. Joker, more formally. Shit. Her heart thumped several times as she just stared at her phone, her mind racing.
What the hell was Jack doing with Dick's phone? The connections could be made easily, but it didn't make sense. They hadn't spoke in a few days. But Jack usually didn't send text messages. Then again, he might, if the opportunity permitted. After setting her phone down, she just took another breathing, thinking. The only conclusion she could come to for the time being would be to respond. “Is he not feeling well?” She typed in. “And who are you, J?” Both questions, if it were Jack, would get some sort of smarmy answer, trying to be like Eddie, no doubt. But Jack was a Joker, not a Riddler. Hopefully this would shine some light on what the hell was going on. Because if Jack grabbed Dick, not only would he be up a certain creek without a paddle, but her own livelihood would be at stake.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2011 6:56:38 GMT -5
Frustration was just the tip of the iceberg in the cause of the headache he gained after hearing about the notorious mugging of Gotham’s own animal activist socialite, Selina Kyle. A crime that wouldn’t have occurred had been on his usual patrol rather than playing the perfectly shaved face of a savvy, loose lipped Bruce Wayne—a mask he had been wearing these nights due to the recent crackdown of surveillance and infiltration the FBI had begun to conduct within Gotham. A citywide lockdown had been put into effect, making it more than difficult for him to shed the shell of multi-billionaire playboy persona by day, to rise up in his true skin of grim, sharply armored vigilante crime fighter by night.
Due to his slacking duties as the Bat, those he held near and dear had begun to take on the broad angles of the fight for justice, and without him at the helm as he was used to being, (as he ALWAYS made it a point to be) those who fought on his side now were reaping the consequences of living this duo-based lifestyle against the hard knocks of Gotham. And though Batman was limited in where he could go and for how long he could make his presence known without the Feds crawling down his neck… Son of Gotham Bruce Wayne was welcome anywhere, anytime—he was a city celebrity, after all.
And though there was slight murmur among the paparazzi he dealt with as one of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors, he was able to shirk off the reporting vultures and eventually made a clean get-a-way from the steely tower-filled downtown scene, reaching his point of destination, Gotham Memorial. It wouldn’t take much to allow him clearance to Miss Selina Kyle’s room...
Clad in a trim and sharply fit dark blue Italian cut suit, looking as though he just walked out of some men’s fashion lineup for fall—his short cut, pitch black hair was combed back saved for a few strands that fell against his clean shaven, picture perfect, handsome visage—easily confirming his stunning looks as a reason why the press followed his carefree playboy antics. He carried a small bouquet of a somewhat odd arrangement of flowers—rather than the typical roses or daisies one usually gets when being visited in the hospital, his assortment wielded the likes of tiger lilies and forget-me-nots. Exotic and animal friendly somehow just seemed fitting for a woman like her.
Though he wasn’t entirely close with Selina Kyle, they had a small history with one another when it came to sharing time with one another at ritzy galas, soirées, or other fundraising events. They had even gone out for a business based luncheon or dinner here and there… and truth be told more than business attraction was kindled within Bruce for the savvy and self-assured business woman and activist—but her busy schedule along with his busy schedule just never gave time for a genuine “date”. Not to mention, there was something… a veil… something he couldn’t put his finger on, something that hinted at more going on behind what she presented to each function—and yet he wouldn’t push for fear a sharp and stunning woman like her may push back—best to leave sleeping dogs lay where they may, right?
Regardless when news struck Selina Kyle had been mugged by some street scum, though there was an unspeakable amount of what Bruce would really like to do in retaliation—he had to lay low in that side of his life—so, visit her with a small bouquets of tiger lilies and forget-me-nots with a small card was the least he could offer. For now. A gentle knock was given to her room’s door and after a he stepped in. Somehow a man of his powerful stature managed to look modest given the situation at hand, though the ultra-rich suit and chiseled demeanor didn’t allow for modesty all too long.
“Hey Selina, I just heard the news… How’re you feeling?” His tone warm. He moved over towards her and handed her the flowers, “I wanted to stop by and give you these—it’s the least I can do.”
And when the small yet bulging card slipped down from the bouquet, he nodded, “Oh, and that’s for special guy you’ve got waiting for your return.”
Upon opening of the card, a small cat-nip mouse shaped toy was clad within, along with a folded check for a nice little donation amount made to her wildlife foundation of choice.
“I would’ve come sooner, but,” He shrugged, slipping his hands into the pockets of his suit. “You know how messy dodging all the P.R. and press can be when it comes to doing something out of the typical corporate routine.”
He flashed a cursory smile, one that didn’t seem to reach the intensity of his blue eyes. He noticed the cell phone before her still being faintly aglow as if being recently used, mildly notating this fact, taking into account her visible wounds and state of being, as well as the slight disarray the room appeared to be in—it reminded him of a caged animal, being pent up against her will. He definitely knew the feeling all too well.
To stave off any awkward silence he then asked, “Any word if they caught the guy?”
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Post by selinakyle on Oct 16, 2011 7:50:32 GMT -5
Her room was sparse. She hated it, especially considering there was really not anyone allowed in to visit. So because of that, there really were no flowers, no happiness, no Jasper, even. At the insistence of Lisa, a small stuffed cat was sitting on her bedside table. She had been allowed to have coffee brought into her as well. And a good cup of coffee was one of the things keeping her from going stir crazy.
Shocked at the sound of a knock, she was prepared to be prodded, tested, or given some sort of check, considering they had her hooked up to a few IV's, and were clearly monitoring her sleep considering the magnitude of her concussion, and the force of her injuries. Her initial face was for the nurse, her eyes going wide at the shock of him standing there. While most people had a 'work wife,' or 'work husband,' the two of them were more 'fund raising' pals. When the two were both at a function, they tended to gravitate towards each other, drinking, and chatting, mocking this or that, and at times even conversing about stocks, the markets, and how their respective companies were doing. If it were possible, she had a glass of his drink of choice in hand, and he would present her with a wine. It was a bit of a joke that she had been able to get in on.
Most of the time those would think of course, Bruce Wayne is chugging a beer, but in reality, it was root beer, Selina a time or two taking a sip at his insistence. But now, she was not in her best form. No jewels, no fancy facepaint, no off the runway gown. There was Selina Kyle in a hospital gown, her hair thrown back in a ponytail, small earrings in, her lower half covered by several hospital blankets, her spained left foot in a cast, on-top of the blankets, her right in another cast. She shouldn't have had two, but considering she had been walking around and wasn't listening, they had slapped plaster on her to make her stop.
Selina's mouth opened, shocked he would be standing there. Italian cut suit. She'd lived overseas long enough to be able to pick up on the details. It hung on him well, even. “Bruce!” She choked out, her thumb shutting the screen on her phone down. Pulling herself up would normally not be such a chore, and the thought was lost on her as she braced both arms against the bed, the pain in her hand alerting her she wasn't able to use both arms as such. “Dammit.” She said quietly, realizing there was no way to make herself look better with him there. Even a cursory glance reflected...poorly. Her coffee, water, phone and laptop all stacked on her bedside table. A stack of papers, and pens next to it. The toppled magazines at her feet. At least the chair beside the bed for her non-existent visitors wasn't piled with items.
“Sit!” She invited him, motioning to him with her non-casted, non-IV laden arm. She greatfully took the flowers, opening them and gasping. “Lillies. Tiger lillies. You didn't get these on the little place off 5th, did you?” She asked him, her cheeks pinking slightly. They meshed perfectly with the little forget-me-not, the colours of the two almost reminding her of Robin's get up. Setting them on her lap as she took the card, and opened it, laughing that he remembered her cat, Jasper. “I can probably get Liv to-” She paused, realizing what he had put in the check, wanting to roll her eyes right there. Taking the folded piece of paper between two of her fingers she handed it back to him. “I believe this may have slipped in my card, Bruce.” She said tersely. Selina wasn't going to take his money. Even if it was for a charity donation in her name. Folding the card and setting it aside with the mouse, she settled back in her bed, the back of it bent to support her.
“And don't worry about being late to visit me. As it is, I'm under lock and key for another-” She glanced at the clock. “36 hours. My old roommate from college is the ADA with the Feds, and considering I was mugged...she wants to make sure I am ok. Trust me, we had words on the topic.” Clearing her throat, she let her hands fall atop the blanket when he mentioned the mugger.
“Well, that's the thing. Once I'm out of here, I'm going over to the headquarters to give word on two topics. Cobblepot, and the mugger. The latter was a client of mine that I finally had to hand over to the police. He...got me when I was walking. I fought back, but still...” She raised her plastered foot. Still, she smiled up at him, thankful at least he had snuck through the rules to see her. “You really didn't have to stop by...but I do appreciate it. And yeah, the gossip rags already are having a field day with this.”
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Post by jason on Oct 16, 2011 16:47:41 GMT -5
Jason was completely unaware of what was going on the hospital. He knew Bruce had gone out, but wasn't sure where he had headed off to. Jason kept the phone with him as he walked around the penthouse a bit more. He had found all that Bruce had asked him to get file while from some of the computer systems he had been able to get into.
He knew Dick had cut off updates with the batcomputer, but was still getting information from it. That and Jason didn't doubt that Barbara was helping to supplies him with some of the recent situations. She had a right to. It was none of Jason's business. He just tried to stay out of the cross fire in this situation.
He walked around a bit glancing around the place at some of the interesting artifacts that Dick had around the place for decoration. Most of which looked like it had probably come from Japan or some where along those lines. The place was pretty well kept, though not as neat as what Alfred would be able to do with it,
Jason heard the text alarm go off again as he walked around. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and read the message that Selina had texted back. He figured she ask those question, but the he now had to come up with a cover story. And thanks to the FBI he couldn't just say Dick was out of town or anything like that. Jason thought quick. Then started to text back:
"This is Jason. And Dick is fine, just working on some research project for a major class for Gotham University. It's going to keep him busy for some time though."
Not the best answer in the world, but hopefully enough to keep her from thinking otherwise. He couldn't put something about Dick being injured, he didn't want to run the chance of saying they wanted to come and visit him or anything. That would be an interesting one to explain that Dick was pretty much lodging at the manor again, though more of the Batcave at most points.
He'd just have to stay on his feet to keep the woman from getting overly concerned about anything. Satisfied with the text he send it on. She's probably only think of the only reason that someone by the name of Jason would have Dick Grayson's cell phone was because this was the other kid Bruce had taken in. Jason was always just the other kid that had been taken in. He was adopted though, were as Dick was just the ward of Bruce Wayne's.
Still what was the harm in texting this woman back. It wasn't like anyone else would find out and he wasn't telling her the true about the situation. He doubted she'd call him for any other information. Maybe a few more texts with questions concerning Dick. Or whatever. He had heard of the accident Selina Kyle had gone through. Bruce had been talking about it with Alfred that morning.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 22:59:42 GMT -5
Stark blue eyes now shifted instantly to the small cellular phone as it vibrated the anouncement of an arriving call or message. He listened intently to her words, easily turning whatever guilt he felt about not being around as the guardian Gotham needs, into pure rage--going over accute attention to detail in her story.
A dark brow lifted when he heard her speak of Cobblepot. The Penguin...? What was his claim to fame in this chirade of politics, checkbooks, and organized illegal crime? Something suddenly began to tick in his mind and didn't add up either about the mugging or Selina's story or something... Though again, pin pointing what was off was at this point somewhat impossible. Didn't mean he wasn't going to try, though.
"So the mugger was a known aquaintance? That's a lucky break, considering..." He looked to her now, sharp blue eyes watching closely, "What's going on with Cobblepot? Last I heard he was keeping himself busy with the Iceberg Lounge? Though if you ask me, drinks are way too watered down for what he charges."
A mechanical smirk was placed on his lips. When the phone buzzed off again he slipped his hands into his pockets and nodded to the device.
"Looks like you're pretty popular, Miss Kyle. I don't mean to keep you--just wanted to give my condolenses in person. Still having a hard time trying to figure out my new smart phone's voice to text feature--that's my excuse for coming to see you in person, by the way."
This time, for the briefest of moments a true and quick and small grin now slipped over his chiseled features and then the smug playboy look was back in its place like the puppet-visage Bruce Wayne was so good at portraying.
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Post by selinakyle on Oct 20, 2011 1:17:24 GMT -5
Well if that didn't scream bullshit to her, nothing did. But thankfully the dichotomy of the text was more 'Jason' than it screamed, “Joker.” She had seen the notification light blink while Bruce was talking, and checked her phone, trying to hide the shock in her face as Gotham's golden boy paid her a visit. Maybe Bruce didn't know the extent of Dick's activities anymore. With taking another boy under his wing after who knows what, maybe he really -was- just that busy.
Clearing her throat she glanced over at Wayne, smiling as her mind was whirring to come up with some response. She was laid up. And Dick had some injuries...but enough for that sort of response? Was it possible that this kid had taken over the vacancy Richard Grayson had left? It was a lot of questions, and right now, there was a pretty big damn distraction right in front of her. In a custom cut navy Italian suit. That she couldn't ask a damn thing about it all.
Unless, well, unless she could do it in a good way. Casually. And she didn't think Dick was working on that in-depth of a school project right now. If her own damn memory served her well, not a whole lot of major projects were started this early in the semester. Holding up a finger to Bruce, she had to excuse herself. “Old friend. Let me just send a response quick...” She murmured, smiling at him. While this 'Jason' had thought quickly, his lack of experience wasn't covering it against Catwoman. “So, Jason, he's able to focus despite his injuries?” She sent, the response vague enough without entirely questioning things, nor giving away too much. It was too bad she didn't know about the Joker incident, considering how isolated she was in the hospital.
Tapping 'send,' Selina set her phone down, and turned back to Bruce. “Hear anything good about the FBI's doings? Any vile human scum being removed? Joker? Two-face? You know...” She paused, leaning over a bit. “It makes me wonder if Batman is working with them, or against them, with all they've been spouting about anyone with a mask.” She was curious, always curious, but this time wanted to know what Bruce thought. Even with the fact both Nightwing, and Catwoman were out of commission, and maybe purposefully.
Turning to glance at Bruce, she shrugged. She didn't want to tell him everything, well, due to confidentiality issues. But she could let him know a bit. “Yes. A client, but I wouldn't call him an acquaintance. The sooner I get out of here and back to my home, the sooner I can get the information to the police, which will probably feed it to the FBI. The same for Cobblepot. He was trying to blackmail another client of mine as well. One that doesn't like being asked to do things rudely.” She had to crack a smile at that one. Maybe Bruce got watered down drinks at the Iceberg, but hell, she had a running tab to spend down, thanks to a few heists Ozzie had botched.
As Bruce continued, she shook her head. Cellphone issues? Seriously? She'd never heard a more lame response. But, whatever floated the guy's boat. When they had been at a fundraiser a few weeks ago, she had been chatting on and off about a few things she knew. Well, that was before the harpies started to sqwak. Waving him closer to her bed, she invited him to sit. “Here. My phone is a good example. I have both an iPhone, and an android, depending on what I want to do. But both have similar capabilities.” She started.
Pointing to her phone, she first showed him the sides, the quick sort of shortcut button he could use, or flipping through a few apps, she showed him where he could tap to start the application. “It really depends on how you want to do it, how many steps...all that. And if you wanted to just call someone based off a text...” She started again, her texting program bringing up her last messages, “sometimes you can just swipe and it will either call, or dictate a message, or likewise.”
Seeing the message from Jason made her roll her eyes, before she flicked to another more...innocent message. Setting her phone in her lap, she looked up at him, feeling like she was greatly under dressed. “So, Bruce. What model are you currently using? We could look through, and I could show you how it works...considering that is what you stopped by for, you know.” She teased him, knowing that sometimes he was a bit smarter than he put on, especially in public. One on one? Well that was different.
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Post by jason on Oct 20, 2011 3:12:37 GMT -5
Jason was now just walking about the penthouse and was getting bored of investigating over random things that were laying about. He had gotten what he needed for Batman as well as for Dick. He had the phone and he wasn't about to put it down for now. Jason had only grabbed a few extra things so Alfred wouldn't have to run out any time soon.
Alfred did enough work around the place and having Dick back under the roof was just making things more miserable when dealing with Bruce. Though Jason took joy in the taunting of this new comer's condition while being back at the Manor.
Jason could get away with just about anything at this point if Alfred wasn't there to give him a warning. It seemed Dick and Bruce tried not to cross paths while at the Manor either. It seemed the batcave wasn't big enough for the two of them. When Jason wasn't involved in any of the arguments going on between the two, he rather enjoyed just listening to it. Bruce had been really chewing him out lately.
He had noticed how irritated Bruce even seemed as Batman. Things were definitely getting stirred up at the Manor. Jason could taunt Dick to an extent before he was either bore or Dick tried to take a swing at him with a crutch. Things had been going fine between Bruce and him and now with Dick around, everything seemed to irritate Bruce. Jason only seemed to be trying to get back at Dick for him having to deal with Bruce's seeming cold shoulder or harsh training schedule of late.
After a while more, Jason figured it was probably time to head back. He figured he could get back drop off the stuff he had gotten and either go back out again or stay hidden in the many room of the Manor to avoid everyone until it was time for night patrol.
The text alarm went off again and Jason quickly grabbed for the phone. Seeing the text he figured she must know something or the rumors getting about of Dick's injuries. Well there wasn't a full story on it, just something going about a car crash and being mugged. There wasn't much else that could be said because any major injuries couldn't be explained since they could not get out of the city.
Jason started to text back. "Seems to be doing alright, but may be taking longer than what he wanted since he's probably having trouble writing with that bad wrist."
Jason sent the text on. The woman seemed to have already heard something about it. Jason was just about to put something about wish that Dick had gone to stay in the hospital rather than with them, just out of frustration, but knew he couldn't. This woman didn't know everything about them, And he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
Looking at the clock, he placed the phone in his pocket and grabbed his book-bag he had come into the room with. Which was now full of a few supplies and the files Bruce wanted. He was now heading for the door and ready to crash for a bit before tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2011 2:17:53 GMT -5
Again, the curiosity that had piqued over her cell phone’s small buzzing to alert her of the next awaiting message made him question the source it came from. Why might he be so curious over who was giving Selina Kyle’s such personal attention? Probably because she had been incapacitated, had been assaulted by the very streets he had taken a personal oath to protect—that was all. … Right. He could practically hear Alfred’s elderly English accented remarking with some sort of quip about Bruce’s attention to detail being much more specified when it came to the likes of Selina. He now gazed out the window in her hospital room, after giving a head nod to her request for a moment to respond to said “old friend”. Upon her finishing her textual response his attention was shifted back over towards her, his tall frame now moving back to her bedside. “Me? Follow the FBI and their investigation? The most I know about anything FBI related comes from that TV show—with those FBI agents, tall lanky guy and his redheaded partner who investigate aliens or something… Then again Gotham has seen stuff that could give the writers for that show a run for their money.” He shrugged. “I don’t like to involve myself in things like that if I can help it.” Upon hearing her wonder of the city’s own masked vigilante working with them, another shrug was given. “I’ll say this, I think it’s good they’re here. I don’t have to worry about anyone from Wayne Enterprises participating in any insider trading or tax evasion—that’s a plus. And as far as the Batman goes, if he is working with them maybe they finally CAN clean up the criminally insane, give more preventative protection to the good people of this city. And if he’s not? Well, I can’t blame the FBI for targeting him considering he isn’t exactly the law. I think he intends for good things but you know, this city didn’t seem so infected with the sickos like it is now until he came onto the scene, hate to say. Maybe they have a point with going after those in masks.” He paused, slipping his hands into his pockets. “That’s why I prefer to focus on sports car collecting—simple, concrete, validating, and loads of fun when you have your own private driving course to test those speeds.” He flashed her a playful grin. When she brought up Cobblepot, more internal mental notes were taken—he would have the pay a few of the Penguin’s well known associates a visit to dig up dirt on just what Cobblepot is using as blackmail to whom. His thoughts snapped to when Selina now motioned for him to come beside and learn how to actually utilize a smart phone. Oh, if the woman only knew… And yet? The excuse to sit beside the green eyed, raven haired woman of exotic beauty couldn’t be denied, and neither could the lame excuse of a lie he told as to why he wanted to actually come to her room to give his condolences rather than just send them via delivery. He was still going on the initial notion that they had become more than simple acquaintances over the years of engaging conversation at the parties and crowds they ran in. A few times here on a business luncheon or a small and cordial nightcap… And each time after being in her presence he would find himself wondering—what if there was something more? Blue eyes took a moment to scan past her own supple form, unable to help it being so close to currently vulnerable Selina, and finally focused on the phone at hand. As she went through the directions of usage, he immediately caught a phone number that was beyond recognizable (and yes, he was someone who despite technology, took the time to memorize cell numbers, home numbers, work numbers… his mind was a living encyclopedia) the phone number belonging to Dick. THAT’S who had been texting Selina?! How? When? His eyes went razor sharp—he needed to get to Dick and figure out when this little trading of numbers occurred. But as she scanned through the messages to give example, he was able to read the text and caught the initial of “J”… Jason. Great. Jason was responding for Dick, toying around with Selina? As much as his city was unraveling from his deluded control, his home life seemed to be suffering the same fate. Order was needed, a sense of order only he could provide—which he was needed to provide this order? The Batman? Bruce Wayne? Either way, his duties could not be put on hold any longer, the Bat would emerge back in his cowl sweeping the city tonight. Bruce would regain his household and let his unique little family know he was there for them and their support is needed now more than ever. His moment of personal enjoyment beside Selina Kyle had come to an end—he needed answers now from his wards, well, his current ward and the former. Selina: “So, Bruce. What model are you currently using? We could look through, and I could show you how it works...considering that is what you stopped by for, you know.” “Currently using Nadia Sparavec, Russia model for the newest Prada line. ” He now responded with a sly, cocky grin. “Wait… I think it’s Nadia—maybe it’s Anya. It’s something like that. …Oh, you meant the phone. Pick one, I have several to watch each branch.” He stated with a shrug. “Right now I’ve got the Droid on me and--“ His phone had been set to activate an alert text when his recognized voice spoke the word ‘droid’—enabling him to excuse himself from any situation. “Now I’m the popular one,” He added sheepishly and took his phone from his pocket. “Speak of the devil, I completely forgot we have a lunch date in an hour and I still have a stockholder’s meeting to catch.” He stood quickly and then looked to Selina, “Sorry to cut this short but…” And given all the upheaval going on, he figured why not at least add to it with a silver lining. “… Rain check? Next Friday night, granted you’re feeling well, we can continue this tutorial over at the French restaurant with the sky bar overlooking the city?” And before she could respond he was already out the door. However her phone would buzz once more with a text, this time coming from Bruce’s phone: ‘Fast learner. Text me your answer, I can always use the practice. -Bruce’Another text this time, was sent to Dick’s phone—entirely meant for the youth on the other end of that phone, Jason and if Dick was beside him, even better. This text a response to the last one he glanced at upon Selina's phone. Jason: "Seems to be doing alright, but may be taking longer than what he wanted since he's probably having trouble writing with that bad wrist." ‘Good thing Dick has such a caring friend to text hospitalized socialites for him given his bad wrist. Begs the question of why you have his phone, Jason. Be home soon. -Bruce’
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Post by selinakyle on Oct 27, 2011 20:07:58 GMT -5
Opening her mouth, Selina snapped it shut just as quickly as she peered queerly at Bruce. “You mean, X-files?” Clearing her throat, she fiddled with her phone a bit. “That's...only tv, Bruce.” She said, hoping he understood. He was so flightly sometimes. Not dumb, nor vapid, because they wouldn't have chatted at so many functions, but just...flighty at times. But he did have a good point. Ever the hopeful, altruistic optimist. Nodding, she felt dumb fiddling with her phone, but hell, he'd asked for help. And dropped by flowers. And a check. Rolling her eyes, she knew what his real reason for stopping by was. ...or at least she thought she did.
But finally she had been able to coax him from standing there, yapping about his toys to sitting beside her. Shifting slightly, or as much as her casted and bruised body would allow, she would sit up to show him her own Android phone, encased in a sleek purple cover. She was prone to dropping the thing, but she hated to admit that. But it seemed as soon as he sat, he tensed. Pressing a finger into his side, she hoped to loosen him up a bit. “Bruce, C'mon. I'm not going to bite or anything. Hell, I can barely walk.” Those big green eyes met his. “and...it's not like they casted my sprained ankle because I kept getting up and walking on it, or anything...” She quietly admitted.
But soon enough, he had his phone out, clearly mimicking her own actions just a few minutes before. And his smartass remark? It garnered a swift swat to his Italian clad arm, with her non-casted hand, of course. “I didn't ask what feminine model you were using. Seriously, your brain is only ever on tech, which woman you're taking for the evening, and your toys. “ She mockingly held a finger to her cheek, thinking, “Well, save for when I see that Bruce that will talk stocks and other such interesting topics with me to steer me from the harpies.”
As he finally answered her, his own phone went off. He was a busy man, after all. And she was just a cooped up animal, sick of being unable to go walk to a toilet when she needed to. Blinking, she glanced at a clock, as if that would help to tell her when Friday was. Stumbling slightly, she was able to plaster a pleasant smile on her lips when he stood. “Sure. Let me know. I'll be released soon enough-” But he was already out the door. Rolling her eyes again, she settled back against her pillows.
“Such an odd man.” And then, her phone blinked. Murmuring slightly, she noted it was from Bruce. An odd number, one she didn't have. Thumbing open the message she let out a chuckle. Fast learner her ass. He more than likely knew how to use the voice function. “Of course. Meeting there, or are you picking me up?” She shook her head, not believing him. The new French restaurant with the sky bar? That was sad she hasn't heard about it yet. Probably because he'd just either bought, or built the damn thing.
And with that, Selina voice dialed her own phone, “Call Liv.” Once her assistant answered, Selina would rattle off a few things. Her green dress needed to be ready. As did her fur trimmed stole. And she needed better crutches, or at least something that would allow her to make them more comfortable. And with that conversation over, she'd lean back, and set her phone on her thigh, resting a bit.
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Post by jason on Oct 27, 2011 20:31:36 GMT -5
Jason had gotten into the elevator and was heading down when the text alarm went off again. He figured it was probably that Selina again. He was getting a bit bored of his. Leaning up against the wall in the elevator as it traveled down to the lobby, Jason pulled the phone out of his pocket.
He got the screen up again and got back to the inbox. Looking at the number, it wasn't the same number that had been texting him before when it was Selina. It only took him a moment to recognize that number. What would Bruce be doing texting Dick's cell at this time.
Jason opened the message and read it over. His eyes widened when he read the message. How the heck did Bruce found out about this? There was only one answer, he must have been at the hospital or Selina had told him that he had been texting her.
Either way it was enough to make Jason shut the phone off and leave it be, ending his fun at that. He knew he was in for an interrogation when he got back to the Manor if Bruce got there first. Jason wasn't all that happy now thinking about it.
His goal was to get there and out again before Bruce got him. First thing Jason was going to do was slip into Dick's room at the Manor and leave it on the night stand there, hoping not to be caught over it. And if he could sneak out before Bruce got the chance to track him down and question him for himself.
How did Bruce always have away of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, which would be the effect against Jason at that point, but probably the right place at the right time for him. Jason stuffed the phone back into his pocket and as the elevator doors opened to the lobby, Jason walked quickly through and head to the street. He pulled out his phone and called for Alfred to pick him up if he had the chance.
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Post by hush on Oct 27, 2011 23:38:05 GMT -5
Thomas yawned as he walked through the corridors of the busy hospital. Today was the last day he felt like going into work. He'd been so busy with the steady flow of customers wanting his underground surgery services. He'd pretty much been pushed to his breaking point with all the stress, and now he had to come into work or risk losing his job. He didn't want to be there, yet, after the events of last night, he felt completely revitalized.
As he turned a corner and walked past the reception desk, he could've sworn that he saw Bruce Wayne walk by. No. It couldn't have been him. Elliot's mental condition must be worsening. Nonetheless, he has no choice but to be the doctor today. After all, he had to avoid arousing any suspicion as to his whereabouts for the past couple of weeks.
"Dr. Elliot!" Thomas turned to see a rather petite woman approach him holding a clipboard. Great. It was Melissa Tibbetts. She was possibly the single most annoying member of staff in the entire hospital. Thomas feigned a smile and waved politely. "Melissa! How are you?" Melissa pushed the clipboard into Elliot's hands and folded her arms. "Look, I don't know where the hell you've been for the past couple of weeks, but we needed you here!" Thomas flipped through the pages of the clipboard, trying to ignore Melissa. "Well gee, I'm sorry for not stopping in... I'll remember to do that next time I become violently ill."
Elliot attempted to proceed further down the corridor, but Melissa continued to follow him, chatting in his ear. She wore very thin on his nerves. He continued to wear his fake smile, nodding to everything Melissa said, he kind of just wanted to cut her face off. After what seemed like forever, Thomas finally interrupted. "Right. So there was a patient you wanted me to see?" Melissa nodded. "It's messy. Broken right arm. Concussion. She also sprained her ankle, but she wouldn't stop walking on it, so we put it in a cast." Great. This patient sounded like some kind of strong, independent feminist type. Yet another thing Thomas didn't want to deal with today. "I'll go take a look."
As Thomas entered the patient's room, he was casually flipping through the clipboard before he glanced up. "So... got yourself into a spot of trouble, have you, Ms. Kyle?"
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Post by selinakyle on Oct 27, 2011 23:47:47 GMT -5
Her room was still untidy, her laptop on the bedside table, her half-finished coffee, the card and flowers from Bruce. Sitting partially up she had been dozing, nearing a cat-nap when she heard the door click. Yawning slightly, she had half-expected to see one of the nurses. Instead....it was..she didn't know who it was.
Awkwardly pulling herself up somewhat, she smiled, pressing the back of her hand to her lips to stifle a yawn. Her sleep deprived green eyes went to look at him, finally seeking out his nameplate. "Mugged, Dr. Elliot. Walking home, and a client got me. I was able to fend him off, mostly...but-" She shrugged, her casted arm going up in resignation. Selina yawned again, trying to look somewhat presentable before she realized she was a patient. In a hospital. So she looked like, well, a mess, and not the socialite most were used to seeing.
But she did have to admit, it was nice to finally have visitors other than Liv. Bruce first, and now this Dr. Elliot? Why not.
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Post by hush on Oct 28, 2011 3:59:26 GMT -5
"Mugged, huh? The streets of Gotham are a dangerous place, Ms. Kyle. Compared to some of the things I've seen working here, you can consider yourself lucky." Thomas looks back down to the clipboard and removed a pen from his coat pocket, clicking it and jotting down something.
She'd tried to fend off a mugger. His suspicions were accurate. She was definitely strong-willed and independent. She was able to fend him off? She seemed to be a slender, delicate looking woman, so she couldn't have simply overpowered her assailant. She must be well versed in some form of martial arts or other self-defence. Hell, most women in Gotham take self-defence classes nowadays anyway, so this wasn't too surprising. It was a normal occurrence for Thomas to have these analytical thoughts running through his mind whenever he met a new person. Ever since he was a boy, it'd just been apart of his psyche. You never know when you might need to use your knowledge of an enemy against them.
Thomas manoeuvred around the edge of the bed and removed his stethoscope from his neck. "Hold still, Ms. Kyle. I'll be out of your hair in just a moment." Thomas delicately pressed the stethoscope against Selina's shirt. Her heartbeat was normal. Thomas smiled and removed the stethoscope, placing it back up around his neck and picking up his clipboard again. He quickly jotted down a few more notes and began to walk back around the bed. With his eyes fixated on the paper in front of him, Thomas failed to notice the bedside table in his path, and he bumped into it, clumsily knocking the contents onto the floor.
A white porcelain coffee mug shattered on the floor, spilling the brown liquid across the pristine tiled floor. Noticing the liquid edging closer to the card and flowers, Thomas snatched them both up and placed them back on the table. But something caught Elliot's eye. As he placed the card onto the table. the inside was clearly visible. It was what looked like a check for a particularly large sum of money. Thomas raised an eyebrow before grabbing a towel from the other side of the room an dropping to his knees, dabbing at the spilled liquid.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Kyle. I'll get you another coffee." Thomas popped up to his feet and handed the towel out the door to a passing nurse. He rubbed his hand against the back of his head, then motioned towards the flowers and the card on the table. "Were your other visitors as clumsy as me?"
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