10057/City Fall: Questions, answers, and stitches.

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City Fall: Questions, answers, and stitches.
Date of Scene: 15 November 2019
Location: Infirmary, The Nest
Synopsis: Vic wakes up to an unfamiliar ceiling and has his injuries tended to. Information is exchanged.
Cast of Characters: Shadow, Oracle, June Connor, Question
Tinyplot: City Fall


Shadow has posed:
    You never quite know what the Shadow will bring back to the Nest, but a badly bleeding man without a face is somewhat unprecedented. Still, they did call ahead for a stretcher to be ready, so it's a matter of moments to transfer him from the passenger seat onto the stretcher and wheel him into the infirmary, where the Shadow takes a moment to switch their heavy leather gloves for sterile latex ones and start cleaning the injuries while directing June to fetch and prepare bandages for the slashes across the gut.

    "Your former master seemed more than a little irked at the downturn," the dark figure informs June as Vic's shirt is cut away. "He doesn't appear to be very accustomed to being thwarted. I'm afraid he took it out on this gentleman."

Oracle has posed:
While Natasha might be the mistress of the shadows, Oracle knows them pretty well herself. The dark clad figure of the Digital Knight steps out of one where she was watching with her arms crossed. A hood is up over the glowing green eyed mask, jacket open over the segmented armored plates baring the 'digital green' bat symbol. When she speaks, it's in a heavily auto-tuned, highly distorted voice filtered through her helmet.

How's the patient?

June Connor has posed:
    June had been near the Nest when the call came in, and so she got there just ahead of Natasha, in time to clear the bed and grabbing the basics and getting them out and ready. As Natasha explains the situation, the punk rocker looking girl helps put him on the table.

    "Fuck," she responds. "He tried to pick a fight with the Shredder himself? That's some balls right there." She is far better versed in hurting people than healing them, though, and as such, she is not about to take the lead in what needs to be done, looking over with a curled lip at the bloody stab wounds.

Question has posed:
For a faceless man who has been sliced up and had his abdomen perforated at least 4 times with large blades, The Question is doing about as well as can be expected. Unconscious and bleeding the man in question doesn't move as his shirt is cut away, his chest rising and falling in shallow but steady breaths.

Shadow has posed:
    A nod. "I don't question his courage, or his conscience. Just his judgement. He took exception when the Foot started to lay out the bodies in a Bat pattern, hoping to cast suspicion on Batman's associates for the slaughter."

    The Shadow falls silent again as they quickly yet methodically clear away the majority of the blood before laying absorbent pressure bandages over the main injury. "Apply pressure there," they direct June.

Oracle has posed:
I saw the footage. Babs says in her distorted voice, pushing a button on her neck causes the helmet to segment apart and collapse down into the neckline of her chest armor, "He's got my attention, at least. Not sure about Batman's..." She moves over then to give them a hand positioning and applying needed pressure. She's done her fair share of battlefield surgery, but she'll leave the needle work to Natasha.

Shadow has posed:
    "You already had the place under surveillance? Interesting," the Shadow replies, peeling latex gloves off and stepping away from the still unconscious man for a moment to pull a compact yet effective camera out of one of their coat pockets. "Regardless, it might be prudent to present this footage to the media instead, given that it's obviously from a held camera rather than a stationary one. I suspect you'd prefer the presence of that surveillance at the church not to be common knowledge..."

June Connor has posed:
    June gives a quick tilt of her eyebrow. "I mean, I can get that. Still a pretty batshit crazy response." She starts to apply the pressure as directed, holding it on the wounds. "No pun intended. Fucker bleeds like a stuck pig," she observes, "What's with his face? That's one creepy ass disguise."

Oracle has posed:
Babs shrugs at Natasha and smirks, looking from her to Vic's creepy mask when June mentions it, "Is it really though? I mean think about the city we live in... Clowns with big grins, short, fat, bird men.. we're a hive of scum and villain of the circus variety." Motioning to Vic, "This is par for the course."

Shadow has posed:
    The Shadow turns to face June, looking the ex-Foot ninja over with those blazing blue eyes staring out from between a wide-brim hat and crimson scarf. "... Define 'Creepy'." they point out with a chuckle before turning back to the body with a bottle of wound sealant.

    "Speaking of disguises, you may want to restore yours; given how long it took for him to lose consciousness after taking this much damage, he may wake up sooner rather than later..."

Oracle has posed:
Babs touches the same button and the mask reconstructs around her face, encasing it in segmented plates. "So he's tough. That's good.. if you have to pick one of tough or smart..." Joking through the distortion, glancing up with glowing green eyes. "So do we have any idea who he is?"

June Connor has posed:
    June glances over as Natasha makes her point regarding her own costume. "Yeah, but I'm used to your creepy," she confesses. Naturally she wasn't wearing anything to disguise her face, which is fairly normal. Her disguise is in the form of actually not being anybody worth noting, except for her foul mouth and currently neon green hair. "I'll take smart over tough." Though she seems to have picked the latter in life.
    June takes her left hand from the wound and pulls a pocket knife from her pocket. She flips it open. "We can cut it off and answer that," She suggests. "He should be glad he's not dead yet. But I'm guessing he isn't a problem for us if he's tryin' to fist fight the Foot Clan."

Shadow has posed:
    The Shadow puts out a hand, waving June back. "He isn't an enemy. He's as entitled to his privacy as any of us would prefer to be," they point out. "If he wishes us to know who he is, or how he wishes to be called, he can tell us himself when he regains consciousness..."

Oracle has posed:
"Point." Babs says with her chin jutting out towards June upon comment of smart over tough, nodding with Natasha. "Irony of asking a masked man who he is, right?"

Question has posed:
"I'm hard to kill..." says the faceless one to June as a quiet but audible voice emanates from behind where his mouth should be.

Aside from the spoken words, there are no other indications that the man on the table is awake. He doesn't move, even as bandages and pressure to his open wounds. "If you need to call me something, Question works. Now, who wants to tell me where I am?"

Oracle has posed:
"Well, hello there sunshine." Babs says with a cant of her head encased in helmet, "My name is Oracle, but I think you've worked with some of my colleagues.. Robin and Red Robin. Maybe Nightwing, I'm not sure... you're..." She glances around at the infirmary, then back down at their patient, "You're somewhere safe.. we'll work on more once we've got you stitched up."

Shadow has posed:
    "I am most commonly known as the Shadow," the Shadow adds as they continue working on the Question's gut wounds. "You are currently in no danger of bleeding out, and given how quickly you regained consciousness I suspect you'll make a full recovery in not too much time, given sufficient rest while you heal. I would not recommend anything more strenuous than a slow walk for right now, however..."

June Connor has posed:
    "You're in a secret superhero lair and shit," June says, taking the mystery out of life. Such a kill joy. "Here you went a round with the big Shreds himself." She closes her pocket knife with the one hand, and leans forward on her elbow, still applying pressure with her right on the previously directed wound. "Props to ya for not bein' dead. They call me June. I suck at code names."

Question has posed:
"Fair enough." says the Question as he moves his head to look towards Oracle before lowering it again.

"I do know this isn't the cave. To bright. Not enough rock...and no tea. I could really use some tea. Green preferably. If that isn't available, water? Apologies, it's going to get smoky here for a second."

Vic's hand moves towards his belt, triggering the button on it that releases the smoke/gas that acts as a catalyst. Slowly his clothing and hair color change color, darkening from the lighter and more vibrant colors they are to a duller and darker tone. He reaches up and pulls the faceless mask from his face, revealing the face of investigative reporter Vic Sage.

"It was a couple rounds, and I wish I could say I gave as good as I got, but...I didn't."

Oracle has posed:
Babs nods, "Good. We have tea, I'm sure." She glances to Shadow for that, but she regards Vic's facial shift with a raised brow behind her mask, "Huh... well I can't say as I'm terribly surprised with a name like Question." Musing absently, she takes a step back and glances down at the phone she's been clutching in one hand, "Can you two fill him in on the details? I have a... PTA meeting..." One gauntlet'd hand waves in the air, "Don't ask."

She nods once more to Vic, then makes her way towards the exit with her hood pulling up over the helmet as she goes.

Shadow has posed:
    The Shadow flicks a switch, and a hitherto barely audible fan shifts into higher gear, drawing the smoke away efficiently. "Water or tea can be arranged... Mr. Sage," they reply, blue eyes narrowing briefly in recognition. "Your recent expose of smuggling by organized crime in the Metropolis area was quite enlightening."

    "We call ourselves the Birds of Prey," they continue, indicating themselves, June and the departing Oracle with a wave of their hand. "And no, the Shredder is several steps out of your league. Mine as well, to be honest - at least in a direct confrontation. Which is why I'd intended to avoid one."

    The last is said with a slightly emphatic glare on the general theme of 'you idiot'.

June Connor has posed:
    June backs up a little from the smoke-laden display, watching as he reveals himself. "Shit, if you're still breathin' after takin' him on you're doing better than anyone I've ever seen try to screw with him. I'm sure I'd be down for good in round one. That fucker doesn't dick around. Take it from one who knows." She doesn't elaborate on how she knows. There doesn't seem to be any recognition from June regarding Vic's personhood.

    She moves the absorbant tissue a little to check out the bleeding on the wound. "Shredder thinks he's gonna rule the world, shit on all our garbage judges and cops and set the record straight. Man with a mission, nobody's gonna talk him down from it." Even after all of her dramatic exit to the Foot Clan, there's a tone of resonance that comes in her voice with the idea of what was preached, even if it is a lie.

Question has posed:
"Wait till you see my report on the underground railroad that Arkham has set up for those 'well to do' criminally insane inmates. Every wonder how they always seem to escape? I do." says Vic, as he moves to try and sit up at least a little bit, leaning back on his elbows to support himself.

"Being outclassed has never stopped me before, and it isn't likely to stop me in the future. You never know what you are capable of until you try. Water erodes rock, it just takes time. Tea would be lovely."

Vic turn his head to look at June, "He's good. I didn't know how good, but I do now. He's up there with Shiva. If it wasn't for the blades, I would have given a little better than I did. Not saying I would have won, because I am not that arrogant...anymore. But I would have at least done more damage than just a bruised quadricep.

Shadow has posed:
    "It looks like you'll live to write it, at least," the Shadow comments, helping Vic sit up to secure the bandages around his torso.

    "As it stands, morale among the gangs that chose to follow the Shredder has gone down severely -- his designated lieutenants lost a great deal of credibility when they'd been planning to build it up, and the demonstration of violence caused a great deal of buyer's regret. Similarly, the gangs who chose not to follow his lead have heard of the slaughter and will not respond to another overture with anything other than gunshots. All in all, a bad day for him."

    A shrug as they tighten the bandages. "Admittedly, not as bad for him as for some others."

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, the Shredder," June tells Vic, "If you believe in the mumbo jumbo shit, is immortal. He ruled Japan in like four hundred years ago. He was part of what MADE ninjas known as badass. But he was a general, a war lord. Can't be killed, destined to rule the world one day. So he's had a while to work on his techique. One guy told me that he killed himself so he could go to the afterlife and fuckin' take it over and make it his bitch, so whenever an enemy dies, they are under his foot forever." She tells it the way a superstitious kid might tell a friend. Full of mystery and terror.

Question has posed:
Letting a little bit of a wince show on his face as the bandage is tightened, Vic clears his throat. "Well, that's good that we put a little hiccup in his day I guess. I still feel like it was a failure. To many people died, the collateral damage was to great."

He turns his face over to June, a brow arching as she tells her tale. "I've seen stranger things. There is always an air of truth to most tales, it just depends on who is telling it. Could just be that the armor is passed down and given the appearance of immortality as well. Just another question to answer at some point."

Shadow has posed:
    "And yet, four centuries later, the world remains unconquered," the Shadow comments drily. "Perhaps destiny is not quite what it was supposed to be."

    "I'm afraid your shirt is a total loss, but your coat should provide sufficient cover until you're back at your apartment..."

June Connor has posed:
    "Well, some of that I hope is a long way from real," June admits. "I don't much care for the idea of getting ass-fucked by demons for eternity." She lets out a sigh as she finishes the statement, as if to brush it off. "So what now? You two kicked the hornets nest, we just let them sting each other to death?" June asks. "If that works, it's so much less effort on my part, and I can get behidn that."

Question has posed:
Vic rolls the faceless mask up into a little ball and stashes it away inside the secret compartment of his belt buckle. "Yeah, if I belt it around it should work just fine. I doubt anyone will pay close enough attention to notice the bullet holes. Sadly, this isn't my first rodeo and it won't likely be the last, I'll just have to use the fire escape to get past the doorman."

He pauses, looking over at June with a smirk on his face, "Ass-fucked? Colorful. I'm pretty sure that would be unpleasant."

"As for what we do, we wait. Or at least I do, I can't do much for a few days at the least. Maybe longer. At least not as The Question. Now as Vic Sage on the other hand, if there were cameras at the event, and since there were cellphones there were, I can run some footage that will bring some of this out to the light."

June Connor has posed:
    June gives a thumbs up. Colorful language has never been something she's been shy on. "Yeah, well the Foot tapped into the city traffic cams, planted a bunch of extra cameras around the city as well. Oracle's got the shit on that, maybe she can give you some down and dirty stuff. to use," she suggests.

Shadow has posed:
    A chuckle. "As fortune would have it, someone did indeed have a camera with them," the Shadow replies. "I'll make sure Oracle forwards you a copy of the footage via an anonymous yet verifiable source. I look forward to seeing your news report..."

Question has posed:
Vic Sage nods to both June and The Shadow, leaning back against the table after the bandages are applied and tightened. "Sounds like a plan. Now if you both don't mind, I think I need to pass out for a while. I'll be out of your hair soon."