3631/What's Wrong With You
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| What's Wrong With You | |
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| Date of Scene: | 12 January 2018 |
| Location: | Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Batman, Catwoman
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- Batman has posed:
When the light comes back to her it'll seem an angry vindictive thing. It'll seem like a great angry god beaming down its vengeance upon an impertinent world. But as her eyes adjust it'll resolve itself slowly, surely, to the overhead glow of thin strips of light in the wall, illuminating the room just enough for her to get her bearings.
She's not tied down, nor burdened or inhibited save perhaps by the single IV that she'll feel in her arm, the rolling apparatus set just to the side and back of the large mobile gurney she's on. Not some thing just for the back of an ambulance, however. It is a large hospital bed that Star Labs would be envious of with its myriad of monitors and displays nearby. The equipment in that small alcove of the bat cave is elaborate, what passes for a med bay but without the walls nor expectation of privacy. The only hint to it being a folding cloth and metal divider curtain that looks as if it might have been taken from a 1940s hospital.
But weakness will be there, perhaps light-headedness from the mix of medications and the after effects of the gas. Not to mention the loss of blood. Above her the ceiling is... far far away, and she'll realize she's underground as the sound of water dripping can be heard, and the echoes carrying the noise distantly along with the faint chirps and cries of bats.
But then there's his voice as he says quietly, "Be careful, I had to take a lot of blood to run the tests that were needed."
- Catwoman has posed:
"H-H-How mu-much?" Selina asks weakly, her blond hair tucked under her shoulders, helping to keep her from rolling her head too far left or right for the moment. She lifts her hands up to her face to look at herself and feels the tug of a tube at her arm. This is not a happy feeling,
"Wh-What?! Wh-where am I?" The thief demands as she tries to sit up and feels oddly woozy and loopy. "What did you do to me?!" She says reaching out to grab at his collar or lapel that really isn't there.
- Batman has posed:
"Not too much," Is his answer, though to be fair for her height and body weight (which he now knows, the cad) it was an appreciable amount. "You need to rest and recover." He frowns as he looks to her, resting a hand on her arm so she doesn't have to grab at ghosts and if she wants to grab hold of his collar well then she can find it.
"You're in the cave. Where I operate from." He says quietly. There's not that edge there to his voice, not that harshness. Instead there is a gentleness as his hand holds hers and he furrows his brow. "I need to ask you some questions." He says, a little more firm as he shifts gears slightly towards business.
He lifts a hand and pushes one of the brighter lights out of the way on its stand. he meets her eyes, his own eyes blue and calm as he murmurs. "I need to know if you've stolen..." He stops himself and then says, "If you've been around anything out of the ordinary of late. Any strange substances or chemicals. Any out of the ordinary materials or objects."
- Catwoman has posed:
"Oooh, the Bat Cave." Selina says teasingly before he steps into view and she has her hand held by a muscular hand and she clenches onto it out of fear and a deeper, hidden need or desire.
"Something tells me you already have my phone number, so ask away." The woman jokes even as she's sick and mutating into something not human. The thief's eyes try to lock onto the Bat, but it's hard to focus but she can hear him. She shakes her head in response before the words make it to her tongue, "No, I haven't stolen anything like that. Just a van of Ipads, or some electrical crap. It was kinda fun." She smirks. "They were bad guys anyways. I was trying to help out, but we kittens have a hard time behaving sometimes." Followed by the most awkward wink of her life.
- Batman has posed:
A small smile touches his lips as he looks to her and gives her hand a squeeze. Shaking his head slightly he lets a small sigh slip from his lips, very faint as he gives himself the freedom for that one moment of humanity. But the hint of a smile is there as he tells her, "Alright, but if there is something you can think of I'd appreciate you let me know when it returns to you." A nice way of phrasing that request.
He looks away towards the large bank of monitors that must be the batcomputer, and even at this distance it's able to be seen the myriad of activity on the displays as data flows through steadily. Turning back to her he confesses, "It will be over a day before the results will be completed fully. I want to rule out several possibilities before we move further."
He looks down at her feet, to the torn sleeve he had to slice open to get access to her arm. "I'd like you to stay here during that time, do you have anywhere you need to be?" As he asks this he starts to turn away. "I can get you something to wear in the meantime. Something to change into." His fingertips slowly start to slide out of her hand as he moves towards that modesty curtain and draws it partially open.
- Catwoman has posed:
Her hand tightens even as she shakes her head again in response. "No, I don't have to be anywhere." She says more clearly, already pulling through the haze somewhat. When his hand pulls back she wants to hold on that much tighter, he'd be able to feel the fear, or is it something else, in her hand as she fights to keep him close to her.
"I'll stay though." Selina says, decidedly unhappy about that, but she might be able to gleam something off the enigmatic man or maybe from his cave of wonders. When she somewhat shyly asks, "Do you have somewhere to be? I'd rather not be alone if I had a choice." The thief whispers, her green eyes seeking out the cowl.
- Batman has posed:
A nod is given towards her, but it's a nebulous thing, as if he weren't exactly answering her question, or perhaps answering all of them, or just accepting. He squeezes those fingertips gently, but he does draw away. Yet not fully as his voice remains with her as he takes those few steps away towards the bank of storage bins that are dug into the very walls of the cave. The locker squeaks, "Not right now. But..." He turns back towards he as he removes a package from inside the bin and then adds. "I can't stay."
As he says that last he closes the door with a clink, then moves back towards her as he sets the plastic-wrapped packagae upon the bed at her side. At a glance it looks like grey sweats, pants and over-shirt. Hardly fashionable or trendy. Purely utilitarian. His brow furrows then he looks to her eyes and smiles faintly, "There are... places I have to be. Responsibilities." And, to be fair, he is not lying to her. But he is also not sharing.
- Catwoman has posed:
With the clothes gathered up in one hand, Selina moves then down to her belly before she tries to sit up and in her ruined costume, she reaches up and out for the Bat's cheek like he did to her just hours before. The thief smiles, showing off her pretty white teeth with the extended slightly kanines and she whispers in her realest voice, "You will trust me someday." She already trusts him, at least enough to not freak out and disappear when he learned her name, and that she lets him tranquilize her in the back of his plane and various other sacrifices she's made knowing the Bat.
- Batman has posed:
She can see that subtle haze come over his eyes as he almost seems to look past her. And perhaps, if it was up to him and only impacted him... he might even now. But as the wheels turn he very faintly shakes his head, then takes a half-breath before he cuts off that train of thought by saying. "It's not you, Selina." Which starts to sound like a horrid trite cliche. But at least there is the feeling of sincerity there.
But then he turns away and starts to walk off and towards the gantry. Over his shoulder he says, "You should have something to drink. Something to eat. I'm sorry, I should have thought of it sooner." And as he says that he moves towards the elevator, his footfalls short and sharp as his boots click upon the metal walkway.