1604/World's Finest Butler
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| World's Finest Butler | |
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| Date of Scene: | 23 July 2017 |
| Location: | Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Alfred Pennyworth, Batgirl (Cain)
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- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
Alfred is say down in the darkness of the batcave, cleaning off the medical tools of his trade. It was a long night last night and today requires a keen mind and steady hand.
Blood runs down the drain mixed with water spinning round and round as it sinks from view down the metal grating. Alfred whistles quietly to himself as he works an old forgotten show-tune. His eyes narrow slightly at the light chip made in one of his scalpels, and he throws it away with a discontent sigh.
"Well, can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs." As he moves back over to the stack of bloodied implements of cutting and stitching. "Unless one gets creative." Another scalpel is held up to the light glinting off of the metal, as a cool breeze rushes through the cave for a moment.
- Batgirl (Cain) has posed:
Cassandra had played 'watch dog' to Nightwing while the man had remained sleeping and unconscious, after Alfred had sutured the wounds and bandaged up the broken ribs as best she could. She'd remained awake for several hours, until sleep finally threatened to take her.
Now, she was awake, and after checking on Dick one last time, she'd showered and was just finish dressing. The sound of the water running got her attention, and she pads, barefoot, over to the remarkable Alfred Pennyworth, snatching one of those cookies on her way, munching on it.
She comes up to Alfred's side, aware that he is aware of her. Saying nothing. But, her presence suggestive she is willing to help, if he's doing anything further for Nightwing. Or, perhaps, in general.