850/Second Base

Second Base
Date of Scene:	08 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Karrin Murphy, Two-Face

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Karrin Murphy has posed:
Well, recovery has been going decently. Karrin isn't overly drugged any more, just on the mild stuff, and she's driving the hospital staff CRAZY. She wants out of the place so bad. They are talking about PT in six weeks, four if she heals really well. That timeline is terrifying and only making her more stir crazy. So, she's trying to distract herself. The woman is sitting up straight in bed now, her right shoulder heavily bandaged and braced in a little traction-ish device. But her left hand is totally free and she's working on a tablet with her fingertips. The news is on the TV overhead. Her blonde hair looks like someone helped her wash it at some point, so it's dried in slightly messy, but clean waves. She's not near so deathly pale as she was, but she still looks somehow more fragile just for being in that bed.

Two-Face has posed:
    "Alright boys. You heard the coin. Nobody dies. We go in. We get Murphy. We get her back to the safehouse. Your basic snatch and grab."

Two-Face is standing outside of the hospital with a crowd of Get 'Em Boys listening intently to his words. He's addressing his gang in front of the hospital entrance without a care or worry for the police or security at all. He's Two-Face. He has no fear at this moment.

"One more thing. Any of you idiots hurt Murphy while we're doin' this? You're answerin' to us. And Harvey'll be just as pissed off as we are. Maybe more. Let's go."

Two-Face turns and the sliding doors of the hospital open up and in he strides with at least twelve of his mooks, suited and armed with Tommy Guns and various stages of baseball bats and chains. Y'know, the classics.

Two-Face grins as he immediately looks at the receptionist staff.

"We're here for Officer Karrin Murphy. She still in room 202?" Two-Face's tone is as casual and normal as if he was visiting a sick friend and wasn't a crimeboss with guns and a gang standing behind him.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Yes, it was a hospital in Gotham, so they've seen some guns before, some gang fights, the little stuff. They've never really seen a full fledge SQUADRON of goons spilling into the place like this was some sort of SWAT team of bad guys. The poor receptionist behind the desk drops the phone she was holding, all blood draining from her face as both her hands go straight up into the air. She's clearly, utterly terrified.

"Y-yes...Yes... Room 202... but... Shooting a cop is... she's a COP... she's... helped this city! Please... it's not worth it... Please!" The woman half begs. Of course she assumes they are here to *assassinate* the patient. All they did was ask for her, not say why they want the officer.

Behind her, a slightly more hardened nurse is slowly reaching down beneath the counter of the reception area. She's very calm and quiet, keeping her eyes on Two-Face and the goons, but she is pressing the panic button hidden there. At least police will eventually be on their way.

Two-Face has posed:
"Thank you very much. You've been a doll." Two-Face grabs a hard candy out of the jar on the reception desk, unwraps it and pops it into his mouth. He flicks the wrapper at the nurse and ushers his Second Squadron down towards the hall. "Chance. Take the stairs." is tossed to the Right Hand Goon beside him.

"You got it, Boss." Chance says before rushing off towards the stairwell.

Two-Face makes his way down the hall and towards the elevators. Before they ding, though, he turns around and fires a shot right at that candy jar from one of his pistols.

"We's jus' here to take her t' rehab. Don't judge. It's not nice." That's the warning that the receptionist gets before Two-Face and his boys climb on the elevator.

A couple other Get 'Em Boys linger down on this floor to make sure that everything keeps going as smooth as they need it to.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
The jumpy receptionist gives a yelp of pure fear when he shoots the candy jar which shatters itself all over the reception table. Her eyes are glassy with tears, still not moving other than keeping her hands up. The fact she spoke in defense of the cop was the most brave thing she could handle. She's over now.

The woman behind the desk has straightened again, staring levelling at the Get 'Em Boys. She's memorizing each and every one of their faces for the police report. She cares about her life and the other patients enough not to fight back, but she's going to try to get them arrested. Her gaze is cold and fearless.

Upstairs, Karrin is completely oblivious until the door to her room opens. Then blue eyes jerk up, confusion on her face, "Harry..." But that dies off when she realizes it's very much NOT Harry. Every monitor she's hooked up to starts to double time. A few react rather unhappily.

Two-Face has posed:
Two-Face grins and finishes off the candy that he got from downstairs while the Get 'Em Boys are watching the hallway. There are doctors and nurses being kept from patients right now but it's all for a good cause.

"Alright, Murphy. Get your shit. Let's amscray."

Two-Face still has the gun in his hand so this might be perceived as more of a threat than anything else. But if she gets a chance to look at Two-Face in his faces, she'll be able to see the complete agreement on this course of action that is between Harvey and Two-Face. For the first time in a long time there doesn't seem to be too much of an internal struggle.

"We've only got about two minutes."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"...Harvey. Two-Face. This...this is crazy. I can't just... take off. Everyone's going to lose their minds. They've got good doctors here. I'm safe. I...I'm fine." Murphy insists flatly, her voice doing its very best to be calm, level, flat. Reassuring. She doesn't want to spike his anger or Two-Face at all, but she's trying to appeal to the Harvey side she knows is in there. The side she can see in that good eye.

Another deep breath, Murphy trying to calm that ragged double time of her heart but the monitors give away just how startled and on edge she is, even as she's giving that calm, cop-in-crisis control mode face. Just to look at her, everything is fine. She sets her tablet down and brings her good hand up, palm forward, trying to keep him calm. "Seriously, Harvey... Leave now before either of us does something we... we can't take back. You're not a doctor. They are. I'm fine."

Two-Face has posed:
"You're wastin' seconds. An' you ain't gonna' be no good to nobody, especially our city, if you're sittin' in here walkin' on balance beams and shit." Wait, has Two-Face been keeping surveillance on her or something? Stalker, much?

"We don't remember askin' you any questions either, Murphy." Two-Face is in control of the speech patterns this time due to the Last Name scheme. "You're comin' with us an' we're gonna' get you back on your feet and back out on the streets in two days. Instead of... two months? What bullshit lie did they sell you about that?" Sounds like Harvey's working with Two-Face on the selling of Karrin on this option. Even though that gun in his hand might not leave it as an option for much longer.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Those words are enough to make her blue eyes go a bit wider, but there is a flicker of temptation on her face. Two days? Karrin draws in another deep, calming breath. She shifts forward on the bed so she can swing her legs down, calves bared by the damn hospital gown that she's wearing, but she isn't quite standing up already. She just watches him with worried, uncertain eyes and a line set in her jaw.

"It's impossible to heal me up in two days, Harvey... They said six weeks. Four, if I'm really lucky and heal fast. That's optimistic. I...I was shot. I'm lucky it got my lung and didn't shatter a collar bone." Karrin half teases as she says that, but she's also trying to sound calm and practical. "Now... I care about you. I miss you. But... but please leave before someone comes in here to arrest you.":

Two-Face has posed:
There's a sigh that comes from Harvey/Two-Face in the moment that this has become a conversation and not a rescue. He knows the clock is ticking and this is not exactly the way he wanted to do this.

"Fine. Don't trust us. But you're gonna' thank us for this when you're back to kickin' crime's teeth down its throat next week." Two-Face turns and reaches for the door. He pulls it open and does one more sigh before he says what he was hoping he wouldn't have to say.

"Get Her, Girls."

And entering into the room in that next moment are both Sugar and Spice.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
This was not how Karrin wanted this to go at all. She needed Harvey to trust her, she still wanted to be his friend. For him to know she was ON HIS SIDE. But this is looking like that will make things more difficult if she doesn't go along with this very strange kidnapping. And then it's too late, the two muscled women come into the room and Karrin's eyes widen again. She swears beneath her breath, knowing full well she's not in fighting condition. Her odds here were awful. They all had guns. She was still vaguely drugged and quite injured.

"...Fuck, Harvey, this... this is insane. Fine. Fine. I'll... come. Just... I don't even have fucking shoes.." Karrin grumps quietly. It's better than being drug out of the room by Sugar and Spice. She pulls off the monitors that are attached to her, most of them SCREAMING now, but she could care less. There are no shoes for her in this room, not anywhere near leaving. She ends up using her good hand to pull on some of those hospital slippers. She's probably moving too slow for Two-Face's taste, but she's trying. "And...I trust you, Harvey."

Two-Face has posed:
"Yeah, yeah." Two-Face is more worried about the sirens that are likey on their way. He knows the cops and what not like the back of his hand. He used to work with them. Hell, he even talks to some of them still. Kind of. Maybe. A little. It's usually threats and stuff but it counts!

"Boss, a minute. We got a minute, Boss."

"SHUT UP!" Two-Face screams in the random mook's face and then turns to Sugar and Spice. "Get her dressed. We're taking the window."

Two-Face shoots the window of the hospital room out as Sugar and Spice reveal that they've been carrying bags. It's time for one seriously strong-armed makeover.

Sugar and Spice advance on Karrin with the greatest of sultry ease. "Harvey wants you looking pretty spiffy when we get to the club." Sugar says, idly pulling at Karrin in one direction. "Yeah, well, Two-Face wants her looking sey and ready to kill a motherfucker." Spice gringrowls and pulls at Karrin in the other direction. Before the tug of war can actually become painful, both Sugar and Spice look at each other, then at Two-Face, then at Karrin and then back to each other. "Both." Sugar and Spice agree and the thirty second makeover begins with the sound of those bags unzipping.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"W-what?" Karrin stammers out, eyes going yet wider. She instinctively pushes back at Sugar with her good hand, but it's no use. She's going to be stripped and changed as fast as possible and she could either fight, stall and hope the cops get here in enough time to arrest Two-Face, or she could work with them. Her blue eyes linger on her old flame for a heartbeat or two as the women begin to strip her down and Karrin knows she doesn't have the strength to get him arrested.

Maybe she could still get through to him. Maybe.

So, with that, she huffs at the women. "Dammit, I've been shot, I'm not an invalid. Just... help me get it over the shoulder. Agh... dammit." Yes, that hurt like a bitch. No, she shouldn't be moving like this at all. But they didn't have time and she did at least want SOME clothes and shoes before they left. SHe stares down at the outfit. "...Harvey, you have got to be KIDDING me. WE are... so getting other clothes at the club."

Two-Face has posed:
"My club." Harvey says. "Our Rules." Two-Face finishes.

"Boss! We're outta' time!"

"DON'T FUCKIN' RUSH ME!" Two-Face reaches into his jacket and pulls out the rabid walkie-talkie. "Alright, boys. Get outta' here. Gotham's Not-So-Finest'll be here any second. Meet at the club."

He tosses the walkie-talkie down because he's got what he came for and he motions for Sugar and Spice to throw Karrin out of the window.

Which they do.

Of course, down there, is a convertible with the top down and a soft cushion to land on. They're only on the second floor so it works out. She's probably going to be in serious pain but at least she's getting the hell out of here.

Two-Face follows and Sugar and Spice follow him. Time to get lost in one of Two-Face's Twomobiles.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
A faint curse comes from Karrin's lips as she doesn't seem to be given a choice in the outfit. This was more demeaning than the hospital gown. Almost. But she's dressed, at least, and she cannot hide the slight shock at outright watching Harvey and Two-Face argue with each other. It's been a while since she's seen it. It never fails to worry her. "We'll talk about it at the club." She mutters flatly, still not willing to STAY in this outfit.

But then she has FAR greater concerns than an embarrassing outfit she's been put in. The girls are picking her up, a loud yelp of pain escaping her lips as her arm is slightly jarred, and they are moving to the window. Karrin only has a few seconds to realize JUST how bad the idea of how they are getting her out of here is. She twists her body mid air, curling slightly around her injured half in protection of that shoulder and chest. She makes certain she lands on the direct opposite parts, but the whole thing jars her body violently. Drugged, still recovering, and still in healing stitches (Several of which have popped now) Karrin simply can't take it. SHe's fighting to stay awake when shock and pain win out. She blacks out in the back of that convertible. SHe is, at least, now far easier to transport.

Two-Face has posed:
The ride back to the hideout takes twice as long as it normally would because there's been a helluva lot of driving. Not to mention that Two-Face and Karrin have taken two cars and no less than two alternate routes to get to the Fifty Fifty Clubs. It's a very strange process but when the Two-Facemobile rolls into the garage beneath the streets, things become a lot more clear that all that crazy driving and car switching was to make sure the GCPD didn't tail 'em.

Now, at Half Way, things are getting a bit more interesting. "Home Swank Home." Two-Face quips as he leads the way into the finest two-sided hideout this side of Gotham City. Well, this side and that side. He tosses his Tommy Gun aside and smooths out the sleeves of his suit jacket, while Sugar and Spice rush to make sure that Karrin's dragged in properly. They are so much better at this than The Get 'Em Boys.

"Hey! Be gentle! She's my toy. Not yours." Two-Face glares at both of his girls and they frown but nod accordingly and the pulling and yanking on Karrin becomes just a bit less jarring.

Two-Face has posed:
The ride back to the hideout takes twice as long as it normally would because there's been a helluva lot of driving. Not to mention that Two-Face and Karrin have taken two cars and no less than two alternate routes to get to the Fifty Fifty Clubs. It's a very strange process but when the Two-Facemobile rolls into the garage beneath the streets, things become a lot more clear that all that crazy driving and car switching was to make sure the GCPD didn't tail 'em.

Now, at Half Way, things are getting a bit more interesting. "Home Swank Home." Two-Face quips as he leads the way into the finest two-sided hideout this side of Gotham City. Well, this side and that side. He tosses his Tommy Gun aside and smooths out the sleeves of his suit jacket, while Sugar and Spice rush to make sure that Karrin's dragged in properly. They are so much better at this than The Get 'Em Boys.

"Hey! Be gentle! She's my toy. Not yours." Two-Face glares at both of his girls and they frown but nod accordingly and the pulling and yanking on Karrin becomes just a bit less jarring.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
It's probably a blessing that the still quite injured Karrin Murphy remains unconscious for much of the ride and, even more so, much of her being brought into the room. There are a few half asleep protests of pain, and by the time she's being settled down into a... Booth? Chair? Wherever they put her, the bandaging across her shoulder is showing spots of blood again. Some stitches have ripped free. She was still supposed to be in a hospital bed.

However, once she's settled, her mind begins to swim to the surface up through the pain, the pain actually a quiet beacon, pulling her to reality, a constant reminder that SOMETHING is wrong. It's another few minutes and her head lulls around, blue eyes fluttering back open as she looks upon the place she doesn't actually recognize, but has strong suspicious as to who runs it. "...Harv...?" Her voice crackles out, hopeful and just a bit scared. If she could just talk to *Harvey*, she could get out of this...

Two-Face has posed:
"Harvey's the only reason yer still breathin', doll." Two-Face informs Karrin with a big grin on his face. "Sugar, I don't want no blood on my floors. Handle that." Two-Face points at the spotty shoulder. "Spice, get the stuff." These orders are starting to be carried out without even a slight bit of hesitation. Sugar skips off to get her sewing kit and sings a twisted little song the whole way over to her side of the room. Spice, of course, is headed to a vault on her side of the room and she's going through the objects inside to search for something.

Two-Face grabs a chair and spins it around to straddle it as he sits at the booth that Karrin has been tossed in. "Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sweetheart. We gonna' fix you up real nice. Then? Then you can get back out there and protect Gotham the way we know you can." Two-Face grins. "You're gonna' be good as new. Better than, even." What the hell is he up to?

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Hearing that voice, that rough, grinning voice, Karrin's eyes widen a bit more. Not Harvey. She looks up drowsily, pain pinching her face and baby blues, but she's trying to focus on Two-Face as best she can, searching his eyes for any trace of Harvey behind him. Desparately looking for the man she once loved. "I.. I would have been fine at the hospital, Two-Face. ANd I want to talk to Harvey... Let me talk to him. Please." Karrin states as firm and gently strong as she can, even with her voice crackling in pain and exhaustion.

Then her eyes flicker away, towards Spice, far more worried about what is coming out of that vault than what butchery might be done to her shoulder. SHe takes a shuddering, slow breath, trying to calm herself and stay conscious despite the fact that her body would very nicely like to go into shock now.

Two-Face has posed:
Sugar returns and she's not gentle at all as she takes a seat and rips through bandages to get to the shoulder. Immediately, she goes to work with the restitching, regardless of whatever pain may end up happening to Karrin in that moment. She's too busy listening to her Twofie. She's actually really good at what she's doing, as well! She could've went to medical school instead of becoming a dame!

Spice slithers back with a pill bottle that gets tossed onto the table. It rolls across the top of the table and right towards Karrin. It's marked only with a piece of tape and a 'II' on it. Spice is off again to grab a bottle of whiskey, which she's returning with in short order. Karrin gets poured a glass.

"I hate to break it to ya', Murph, but this whole thing was Harvey's idea. He couldn't stand seein' ya' in the hospital like that. So he had me call in a few favors." Two-Face nods towards the pill bottle. "These are free. On us. Because we go way back. They're gonna' get you back on your feet." Two-Face smiles. "We're talkin' some next level pain reliever shit."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
The news that it was Harvey's idea to do this makes Karrin's blanched face fall a bit more. Maybe he wasn't saveable. For the first time since all this happened, doubts begin to creep up the back of Karrin's mind. Should he be back in Arkham? Was it really too late? But she's only half conscious, the lack of pain relief and gentleness from Sugar is driving her closer to shock, Karrin's head threatening to dip forward again. She jerks herself back up, slightly gasping in that way someone does when waking themselves up from a sleep. She can't let go. She might never come back. So she looks from her restitched shoulder, back to the bottle, back to Two-Face.

"Next... level? What does it do? Where did you get it? It could probably kill me as easily as it helps." Karrin murmurs softly, her good hand coming forward to open the bottle and at least look down at the pills, but she seems entirely skeptical. It's only the nauseating, radiating pain that is making her consider taking it at all. "I...really need to go back to the hospital. I appreciate all of this but... they had good care there."

Two-Face has posed:
Two-Face gives a nod towards Sugar and Spice to get them to amscray while ht puts one of his pistols on the table. Sugar and Spice head off in different directions because they have things to attend to in the clubs that are upstairs. Wonder which one manages which.

"Tell ya' what. Even though you should trust that Harvey'd never let me give you anything that'd hurt you." Two-Face has enough wit about him to roll his eye. "We gonna' make you a deal. You take one of those and if you ain't feelin' like you can kick my ass tomorrow mornin'? We'll take you back to the hospital ourselves." Two-Face grins and sets his coin on the table next to the gun. "Or we can do things another way..." It doesn't seem like Two-Face is in the business of answering any of these copper questions that are coming towards him. He's more worried about using her as a test subject for this.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
That commentary drives Karrin quiet a few moments. She's so tired. The gun gets a look, a few moments hesitation -- could she be fast enough right now? Could she actually find the heart to shoot the man she once cared so deeply for? Her fingertips twitch a heartbeat or two, tempted towards it, but she can't go through. That might be her downfall. Karrin exhales a deep breath and turns her good hand upside down, dropping one of the pills out onto the table.

"One. Then we will see. I need to sleep... and in the morning, we go back to the hospital." There was no way a single pill could heal her over night. What damage could it do? She still looks wary, but she reaches that good hand down and with a swallow of her heart down her throat, she pops that pill past her lips and drinks back. Here goes nothing.

Two-Face has posed:
"See? Ya' still alive! You gotta' trust us, Murph. If we wanted to kill ya', we wouldn't be tryin' to keep ya' alive." It's weird and twisted but it definitely makes quite a bit of sense. Two-Face moves right on to grabbing his coin and his gun, holstering the pistol and tossing the coin back into his pocket. He stands up. "The girls'll make sure you're comfortable. And that you don't go anywhere." Two-Face grins and grabs the bottle of whiskey that was sat down earlier. "I've got a club to run." Looks like Twofie's not about to stick around for any of the possible fireworks. He doesn't need to know how it works... as long as it does.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
It's not what she expected. Nothing happens at first. But then, well, it happens so fast. Burns. It all burns. Karrin's eyes go a bit too wide as that fire in her flesh seems to, suddenly, be reaching the entire room around her. Everything is on fire. She barely is aware that Harvey is leaving because the whole world is burning. She gives a scared, utterly terrified yelp, scrambling back out of her chair. It clatters to the floor. Her body follows a moment later. It's going to be a very long night for Karrin Murphy. Fortunately, she isn't going to be conscious for most of it...