12079/Raptors' Nest

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Raptors' Nest
Date of Scene: 25 August 2020
Location: Gotham, Alleyway Behind Municipal Hospital
Synopsis: A chance encounter may just start fleshing out a flock of Birds.
Cast of Characters: Oracle, Sandra Billings




Oracle has posed:
It's been a busy night on Gotham's rooftops. The Clown Prince of Crime has been pulling shenanigans all over town with his little troop of Keystone Clown-types. Enough so that medical personnel are being called in from other parts of the nearby cities to deal with the collateral damage -- car accidents, assorted assaults and injuries from exploding whatever-the-hell they're throwing. It's justa messy night in Gotham. Even the volunteers have been warned to be on the watch for trouble as they make their way toward the hospital.

Batgirl's chase across two city blocks for a cackling idiot who has been hurling (thankfully) small shrapnel grenades into public spots like outdoor dining areas at local retaurants culminates in an unexpected way -- a lucky throw has one of those blasted grenades explode just above where her hands are holding her swing line and she plummets from the arc to land hard in the alleyway and tumble arse over teakettle into the shadows with a loud smashing sound as she hits the dumpster back there.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Finally, a break! A BREAK! Sandy loves breaks. It means she can escape for at least fifteen minutes of listening to pained screams and cries for help. It's fifteen minutes away from the blood, the tears, the chaos. Gotham is all of those and more. This is her fourth tour of Gotham and it has never been dull or boring. Currently, she is making her way down the sidewalk at a quick pace with a taco truck burrito. She is quickly tearing into it, trying to gobble it down before she has to get back into the grind.

While most people may be timid on the streets of Gotham at night, Sandy is in her own little world of burrito and music in her hears. She is jamming out to a new album hitting the radio waves from a popular artist, bobbing her head as she goes. Where people are running screaming from the sound of explosions, she is in the zone. That is until some of those loud explosions come a bit 'too' close to her. As she stops by the alley, she can feel the building rock a bit as she reaches up to pop the buds out of her ears. Her head tilts to one side, then tracks the body landing into the dumpsters from the roof top.

Pressing her lips together, she glances to her burrito, then back to the alley, then back to the burrito. With a sigh, she wraps it up and tucks it into her backpack, then nudges it to the side into one of the shadows of the alley. Clearing her throat, she steps forward into the shadows as the dark swallows her. "Hello? Are.. are you okay?" Her voice has that New York rasp to it. Born and raised on Long Island.

Oracle has posed:
At first, there is no response. Whichever cape just came tumbling out of the air, they're either already gone or got the wind knocked out of them really good. Movement in the shadows indicate the latter, and as the woman comes farther into the shadows and her eyes adjust, she can make out the form of someone with Bat ears. It's not until a feminine voice replies that the identity gets a little clearer.

"Yeah... all good," Batgirl grunts. Because that's what any of them say when asked that question.

The form turns, though, moving more slowly than it should as the female Bat-type hisses a pained sound. "You should get back inside where it's safer," she opines.

Yeah... the warning is maybe a little *late* being as how there's the *tink, tink, tink* sound of several objects hitting the ground nearby and split seconds later, two more of those shrapnel things explode in the alley.

To her credit, Batgirl is in motion far faster than the pained sound would have implied she *could* move as she throws herself into the civilian female to at least attempt to shove her backward out of the alley and shield her from the explosion.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Trying to shove Sandy is like trying to shove a semi truck with the parking break on. There is an incredible amount of gravity. Reaching out, she grabs Batgirl about the body and spins her, crouching down to cover her as the explosions rock through the alley. Her back is lit up with shrapnel, tearing through her nurse scrubs. There is a loud hiss of pain, followed by a low grunt. When she opens her dark eyes, she stares down into the masked face of the hero, smoke rising off her as she slowly starts to rise.

There is a loud crack of her neck as she turns around to face those who may have lobbed the grenades into the alley. Barbara can see that while the clothing is torn, pieces of metal are falling to the ground with a loud clink and clatter fromn her back. There is no blood. But there is frustration.

"You know, they only give us like three of these to work with through the whole week and now you just made a mess of things. If that was your best shot, you should get moving, because you're about to see what my best shot is. Hold my burrito." She says as she hands the backpack behind her to Barbara.

Oracle has posed:
The grunt as Batgirl slams into the immoveable object that is Sandra is again a pained one, and she has a startled expression that's visible even behind the mask as she's the one shielded. "No... no, don't go after him." Touching her earpiece she says, apparently into a comm, "North across the apartment building." Whoever is backing her up high is already on it.

She looks at the nurse in her scrubs, still holding the backpack shoved into her hand. "Uhm... thanks?" Her own bodysuit didn't take nearly the damage, but she's babying one arm -- the one not holding the bag. "You're okay?" Really?

Sandra Billings has posed:
Breathing heavily, Sandy drops her closed fists as she realizes she was talking tough to an open alley and that the bad guy wasn't there ready to face them. Her brows furrow and she turns back towards Barbara. She gives a firm nod of her head, then leans down to help her up carefully.

"Yeah. It tickled. Nothing stops The Blob, right?" She is definitely not Fred Dukes. She has way better fingernail polish on. But, she does have a great sense of humor. "You should let me take a look at your arm though. That fall musta hurt. My ER is down the street. Do you need me to carry you? I can pick up a truck over my head. So, it won't be a problem for me."

Oracle has posed:
"No... I really don't need to be carried," Batgirl objects immediately. "I don't think I broke anything. Just landed hard on the shoulder." She hesitates. "I've heard that few things stop that guy -- grateful he's not around here. It's bad enough as it is." A glance to the rooftops.

When she looks back, she asks, "I ... don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you local?" She can't be -- she's asking a Bat-person into the ER.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"No. I'm from Long Island. I work at Lennox Hill's ER in Manhattan. I'm here on loan because lunatics in face paint keeps shooting people. They needed the extra bodies so I'm here for a week. It's like time and a half for me and I really need the money." Sandy says as she fingers the holes in her scrubs with a sigh.

"Are you /sure/ you are okay? Can you try and move the shoulder for me? Even if it hurts, I need you to try and do a full rotation for me. If you can't do it, it's okay, but I need to know on a scale of one to Oh My God, how much does it hurt? In my backpack, I not only have a delicious burrito, but I have painkillers strong enough to kill an elephant. Mostly because I can't just take regular Asprin for my headaches."

She gives another glance across the street, stepping closer to Barbara protectively. "If you don't want to go to the ER, then let me at least help get you out of here. I can be your shield."

Oracle has posed:
Needing the money is a perfectly valid excuse for walking into a war zone. Batgirl grins ruefully and moves so Sandra can take a look at her shoulder. It hurts like a mad fiend to rotate it, but she allows the nurse to touch it. Even though the touch causes her to suck in a hissing breath. "It's not dislocated, but I think it's a bone bruise." She's had enough of those to know. But hey... she's not going to turn down a professional's opinion on the matter. "I'll go back out the same way I came in -- my teammates will draw them off," she assures quietly.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"It could be fractured also. I don't know if your .. uh .. costume is like.. designed to absorb impact but from what I saw how you landed, it wasn't gracefully and you hit a dumpster." Sandy gently touches here and there as she watches her rotate her shoulder. She gives a glance upwards to the rooftop, then back to her. "You sure you want to .. go back up that way? Like, you're gonna climb a ladder like this? Girl, you just .. fell off a roof .. is everyone here batshit crazy? Pun intended, obviously."

She picks her backpack up and slings it over her shoulder, then peeks inside to be ensured that her burrito is undamaged. She rustles about and pulls out the bottle of pills and holds it out to her. "Don't take these on an empty stomach. Maybe cut one in half, unless you really wanna see the world spin. You're not one of those super types that goes home and gets drunk are you? Don't chase these with vodka. I don't have a code name or anything by the way. I'm just Long Island Sandy, I guess. Doesn't really strike fear in the hearts of clowns."

Oracle has posed:
Now the redheaded vigilante laughs quietly. "Oh, no... I'm not going to climb the ladder," she retorts mildly. A grappling hook is flicked out from a small metallic bar that detaches from her wrist gauntlet. She's literally going to take back to the sky.

"If people here weren't *Bat*shit crazy, the creepy clown would have already taken over the town and destroyed it." She shrugs her good shoulder. "The suit does have impact absorption, but I'll definitely take care of the shoulder as soon as I get home." There's a headshake at the offer of the pills. "Keep them. I've got the good ones at home already." Of course she does. *How* often does this happen around here?

As she looks up and fires off the hook, which tows its line skyward and latches around -- is that a frigging *gargoyle* up there on the bank across the street? -- Batgirl looks back. "Mind if I keep you in my mental rolodex, Long Island Sandy? I can always use someone to send my friends to when they need help."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Tucking the bottle back into her bag, Sandy sips it up and throws it over her shoulder. "I don't know, rocket jumping on to a roof with a busted up shoulder may aggravate it even more. I figured you guys would have a Bat Uber or something to drive you back to your secret lair or .. apartment .. or .. wherever you guys go."

There's a small smile from the nurse as she tucks her hair back behind her ear. "Sure, you can find me whenever you want. Sandra Billings Just ask for Sandy. Just .. uh.. I'm a mutant.. and I'd like that to be on the downlow. They don't know I'm one and I'd get fired. You know how .. the world is." Hated and hunted at times. "I just want to help people, which is why I put myself into crippling debt of student loans. I want to save lives and this is the way that I know I can. Even if I can probably send The Hulk into New Jersey with one punch." She says as she rubs her knuckles.

"Was really hoping to hit a clown too."

Oracle has posed:
Batgirl's laughter has a husky edge to it. "You'd be amazed at some of the stunts that are just another Tuesday for us," she replies easily. "I'll keep your secret, Sandy..." She sounds thoughtful. "And you may just be hearing from me again soon." She wants to do a little digging first.

The line, held in one hand, makes a whizzing swish as it reels upward and the injury doesn't seem to slow at all the graceful move as she kicks off the ground. "See you around, Nurse Sandy." But she'll definitely be keeping an eye on the other woman until she gets back to the ER itself.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Later Bat Woman!" Sandy calls out as she watches her soar upwards. Unwrapping her burrito again, she takes a hearty bite and starts out of the alley again. She glances upwards to the rooftops across the street for a moment before she picks up the pace and heads down to the ER. Slowly, she pops the earbuds back in and taps the volume upwards, bobbing her head as she goes.

"Electricity! Running straight through me! When I look at you, when you reach for me!" She is heard singing down the sidewalk, snapping her fingers of one hand as she goes. Just another night in Gotham.