1601/Patchwork

Patchwork
Date of Scene:	07 July 2017
Location:	Batcave, Gotham
Synopsis:	Alfred, Damian, and Cassandra deal with the fallout from Nightwing's injuries.
Cast of Characters:	Batgirl (Cain), Robin (Wayne), Alfred Pennyworth, Nightwing

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Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    Cassandra had been moving back and forth between New York City, and Gotham. Tonight was one of those nights she was back home. And, what do Batgirls do when they're at home? Apparently, they practice. She is in a sports top, and yoga pants, barefoot, and presently attacking the hell out of one of the practice dummies with an array of fists, nerve strikes, and footwork, working up a very good sweat while the computer records her speed, accuracy, and how damaged the target is based off kinetic force recieved. So, it's a pretty normal day for Cassandra.
    She rarely ever came through the front door, preferring to access the Batcave from the exterior, considering she usually bunkered elsewhere. Less questions for Bruce, afterall, with that arrangement. Alfred usually would only be aware she was down there by the voice of the computer occasionally telling Cassandra how she was faring.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had dropped the car long enough away from the batcave and the manor that any GPS system on it would not show where the boy was going. He'd deliver it back to the female officer later. Damian was still in fight or flight mode as he ran through the entrance using his father's voice. "Bruce Wayne, priority access." He held Dick on his shoulders, staving off his own bleed long enough that he could get the unconscious one to help. "Pennyworth!" He called out, looking around the cave. "Medical assistance!" The not-quite Robin lets out a huff, before his legs give way to his knees. He had hoped his calls had been heard.

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     The moment cassandra enters the batcave there's an Alfred waiting for her. He's dressed with an apron and a small tray of cookies with a tall glass of milk sat in the center of it. A surprising turnout for the white haired man.

     "I don't suppose you'd have time to settle down and relax for a few seconds before gallivanting off back to put the fear of god in more street thugs?" Spoken in a calm voice as he holds out the freshly baked tray of home made cookies from Alfreds family recipe. The warm wafting smells of baked goods already begins to fill the batcave.

     "Of course I understand if you're far too bus-." There's a pause, and a sigh from Alfred, as he sets down the tray of cookies, looking over towards the two new arrivals.

     His movements are fast, spry for his age as he darts across the cave with grace and poise. "Now, now, no need to worry, just another Saturday night on the town?"

     His dry voice speaks out into the darkness as he moves closer examining the sorry state nightwing happens to be in from a kneeled down position. "My, the state they left you in, I'd hate to see the other guy."

Nightwing has posed:
    As for Nightwing, his unconscious form is left looking bruised and beaten, blood torn from the side of his mouth and his hip sharply twisted to the side. There's no awareness to him, and at times small bubbles of blood come from the corner of his mouth matching the timing of his breathing. It looks terrible, and from such blunt trauma most likely seems to be some sort of internal injury considering what passed. Assuredly it would have been worse, had Damian not been so quick to action, but still. Matters are in flux.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    Few things could drive one to ignore Alfred's cookies. Even for Cassandra. One of them is one of her 'team members' hurt. She doesn't know Nightwing well, but she does know in brief his history with The Bat. It would be the first time Damian's seen the young, short-haired asian girl out of her Batgirl costume, and slows her attacking pace, and begins to move over to assist both Alfred, and Damian, as needed.
    It will be no surprise to Alfred, at least, the girl says nothing. Damian, who she's only encountered once thus far, might not yet be aware of her - curious language impediment. Still, she can see the honest worry in Damian, the calm in Alfred. And, easily, she moves to help Damian in her silence set Nightwing up onto one of the medical tables the Batcave provides for examination.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian had a great bite wound on his right leg, a makeshift tourniquet on his upper thigh made from a strip of his cape was the only thing that had kept him from bleeding out. "Grayson took the brunt of it all, he...saved me." He says, a hushed, almost ashamed tone.      Damian had hardly the time to scrutinize Cassandra's lack of costume now, but her form did look familiar. He gave Grayson to her as she assisted Alfred. He followed, ripping the plain domino mask off his eyes, taking a seat on the other table, and watching as they tended to Dick.

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     From the instant Greyson is sat down onto the Table Alfred gets to work. He's a wizard with a scalpel, a magician of the cut. It's all smooth motions from one side to the next as he gets right to the brunt of the issue.

     "And as soon as I'm done patching up Master Greyson, you'll be next on table." Alfred's movements are as much an art form as they are a well practiced to a T science, quick to disinfect the wounds, and quicker still with the gauze. This was something he'd done a hundred thousand times before. "You would do well to remember to thank Master Greyson once I have him back in working order." A quick application of various sensors to monitor vitals while he works.

     "Madam Cain, would you do me the honor of gathering my sutcher kit, I do believe Master Greyson will need stitches."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     Damian removes his cape, throwing it aside and removing his gloves. The boy didn't need them now, as he maintained a vigil over the procedure, taking a moment to think introspectively, he was angry at himself, angry that despite the years of training he had, that doing things the way his father had wanted, he felt made this whole situation much different. But Dick had done this to protect Damian, and that was another factor he had to think about, he was certainly pensive over it all.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    Alfred recieves a simple nod a very willing Cassandra moves directly to Alfred's sutcher kit, her bare feet silent on the floor of the cave. She returns not long after she was sent. With both cookies, and kit. The cookies are set down near Dick's head, but none, as of yet, have been taken. She is a disciplined girl, it would seem. She studies Alfred's work with a measure of intense interest.

Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
     "Thank you, Miss Cain" Alfred Starts as he imediatly gets to work sutchering up the rather deep gashes, working fast and reliably as a machine. His own focus is down on the unconscious man, working one stroke at a time, one motion of the needle into flesh just to focus one motion to the next.

     "You know Master Damian" He adds after a long silence. "I find that beating ones self up over past failings is a poor way to heal." Spoken softly and kindly despite the dryness to his voice, a genuine caring backing his words.

     Almost one hour passes from the start of the procedure to that last moment that sweat is wiped from brow, a last stitch much like the first as knife snips off wire. He'd worked long and hard on the surgery but in the end it was successful, as well a master of his craft should be able to manage.

     It was now simply a matter of waiting to see how long before Greyson regained consciousness, and tending to Damians wounds.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
     At Alfred's words, Damian only bit his lower lip now. As much as his outward emotions had been one-note he was a bit unused to this new world he had volunteered for. "If you think so..." After just a moment he nodded, at least he wasn't beating himself over it, but he was sure thinking to himself.

Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
    Cassandra hands Damian a cookie, still saying nothing. Then, certain that Nightwing is going to be healthy again in a little while, and knowing there's not much she can do for Damian either, she looks curiously to Alfred. And, if he does not need her help any further, she returns back to her exercises.