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Jason Todd	The Graveyard shift. It's usually the busy time for the trauma ward. As a steady drizzle falls over Brooklyn General, tonight is no exception to the rule. There's been the usual folks coming through - some innocent bystanders, some not so much. However, near the medical waste dumpsters in the back, one person waits. He knows this is where the nurses come to take a break, either for a smoke or a breath of fresh air - unbothered by a patient needing help or a visitor looking for information. With his signature red helmet off, Jason wears the bat shaped domino mask to hide his identity, and his coat is off, draped over a bundle to his side. While he's not usually a patient man, bursting into the hospital with all the firepower he carries will gardner the wrong response. He's not looking to create havoc, after all. At least not this time.
Sandra	Being that it's a busy night, sometimes it's hard for a nurse to sneak away to catch their breath or to take five. The doors do open and Sandy steps out, wiping at her face before slumping against a wall and sliding down it. She is dressed in a pair of light blue scrubs with a splotch of blood here and there she may have missed during clean up. She takes a few moments to breathe, which comes out in a hard, trembling shudder. She looks to be a bit emotionally frustrated for the moment and it takes her a bit to realize she is not alone. Flinching at the sight of the man, she plants a hand against the ground and pushes upwards to her feet, staring at him. "... Uh .. hey." She says, reaching for the door again cautiously.
Jason Todd	There's the nurse. Jason takes a moment to look her up and down, gauging her, apparently. He eventually comes to a decision, and steps out of the shadows further. "Got your head on straight?" comes the abrupt question. Of course, with that red Bat symbol on his chest, abruptness is a trait shared among many of the cowled group. Some more than others. "Got a trauma victim here. Gang attack few blocks over. She doesn't want to go in through the emergency ward, and she's terrified." That would be the bundle at his side. He leads her out, showing suprising care, as he doesn't just push her towards Sandra. There's no small-talk. No how do you dos. It was never his way, and it's a serious enough situation to skirt that for the moment. The young woman is Asian, about five two in height. Her sweater top is ripped in places, and her pants are being held up by one hand with significant bruising at the wrist. Her face is already showing signs of swelling at her cheek, a small but deep laceration there that will need stitches. She's trembling, afraid, and her dark eyes dart up to the vigilante at her side. She then turns her gaze towards the nurse, unsure of herself. Jason himself, shows a small limp in his step - probably a lucky hit from someone.
Sandra	Pausing at the door, Sandra takes in a deep breath as she turns around to face them. She chews on her bottom lip for a moment, then heads over to them as she gives a swiveling rock of one shoulder. "My head is always on straight. It's just stab your child night today at the hospital and it's not my favorite night." Her eyes search the young woman's face for a moment before she says in a soft, kind tone. "Hey honey. I'm Sandy. I'm a nurse here. "This would make things a lot easier if you'd be willing to let me help you inside. You need stitches." She says as she eyes the wound upon her face. "Which will need to be cleaned up to make sure it won't get infected. We have the police inside at the moment as well for a few other patients and I can have them talk to you. My friend Diane is in there as well, she's a great officer, very nice. She um.. she's a /very/ good cop. I'll just say that.. when it comes to .. these situations." Her eyes glance back to the vigilante. ".. who are you? Um.. Mini Batman?"
Jason Todd	The victim, in her early twenties, looks from Sandy back to the masked figure, and he nods his head, giving her over to Sandra as he removes his trench coat. There's things in there that shouldn't be found, after all. The girl takes a few stumbling steps towards Sandy to nearly collapse on her. Taking a step back, it appears as though he is going to retreat, however. Cops inside? No thanks. That's worse than zombies. Though her question on his identity, Jason can't help but to snort a gruff laugh. "Sense of humor and attractive? If this were better circumstance." he says dryly, before adding to her, "Hood. Red Hood." Cause what kid never dreamed of introducing themselves in the James Bond way to a pretty face? His step back draws his hand from his side, and the observant would see the fresh blood on his glove.
Sandra	Reaching out to catch the girl, she will find Sandy to be quite strong beneath her scrubs. She may look like a chunky woman, but she has a muscular denseness about her. "Does Batman have a sense of humor and attractive? I wouldn't know, never met the guy." She shifts her jaw to the side. "Nice to meet you Mister Hood. That's a terrible superhero name and you should think of a better one. You're also bleeding." Her eyes glance down towards the blood. "Let me get her squared away and I'll be right back. Though knowing your types, I'll come back and you'll be gone and then I'll be left wondering the rest of the night if you are going to be okay. So, by all means, feel free to put some more stress on my neck tonight." She opens the door, ushering the girl through as she reaches down to her radio that she pulls off her hip. "Tammy, I have a young female victim with lacerations to her face. Will need a rape kit as well. If Diane is still in E-fourteen please send her up."
Jason Todd	"Oh yeah. He does stand up on the weekends." Anything to get a dig in on the old man. Jason's eyes do show a hint of humor in all of this, but he's still serious. He makes no response to the woman's threat of having to worry about him all night. She'd be a first, however, to do so. "Who said anything about being a hero?" comes the remark to her comment about his name. Though he does not seem to be moving when she goes to lead the girl inside. Once within, and knowing that she has been delivered safely, the young woman starts to sob openly, however. She isn't talking, but she's crying, and that's always a good start. When Sandra returns, Hood is still there, at least a little further off to the side so that he can't be seen more actively. "Not sure you want to do this out here. I don't mind either way."
Sandra	Once she is sure the young victim is in capable hands, Sandy gives a quick statement that she found her outside while on break. No mention of a vigilante. That's a lot less paperwork and questioning on her end. Making her way back out, she gives a glance about before she spies him. Heading over to him, she gives an amused look. "You actually stayed. I was sure that you wouldn't have stuck around. I guess I don't get a break after all." Brushing some dark hair away from her face, she says, "Okay, show me where it hurts." She says as she slides on a pair of gloves that she takes out of a small fanny pack she snagged from within.
Jason Todd	"Didn't catch your name. Only polite." It's said with a certain dryness meant to keep it casual, even as she starts to approach and he smirks slightly. "I'll have to find a way to make it up to you." comes the offer, before he moves to unclasp the armor that he wears - some high-tech mesh of kevlar and other materials that a typical vigilante shouldn't have access to. But that's not what she should be paying attention to as he lifts his shirt. Sure, he's lean and muscular, a build made for a gymanist, but belying the brawler beneath. There's a rough slice along his left side where a knife made it past one of the thinner parts of the armor - a golden BB of sorts. But from the looks of it - this was typical. There are scars. A lot of them. Shrapnel wounds, and other wounds suffered on the last day of his former life. "If you wanted my shirt off, you could at least offer me dinner first. Even a sandwich and a bag of kettle chips."
Sandra	"I told you my name earlier, but I won't take offense. I'm used to guys not paying much attention to me unless they want something." Sandy says with a furrow of her brow as she lowers herself a bit to take a look at the wound. She takes out some alcohol swabs from her fanny pack and starts to dab it along the wound. "I have some Oreas in my pocket if you're hungry. It's not really a romantic first date snack, but it's literally my lunch and dinner. It's been a busy night." After cleaning the wound, she pokes at it a few times with a finger to gauge how deep it is. "You going to cry if I stick a needle in you?" She asks curiously as she starts to thread one for stitching. "It's not really a turn on when you cape types break down and cry in front of me because of a hurty boo boo."
Jason Todd	"I was paying attention. You introduced yourself to the girl as Sandy." Hood comments as she goes to take a look at the wound. He barely flinches at the dabbing of the wound. He's been through this song and dance before. Though usually the 'doctor' is a butler. But that's not here nor there. "Naw. Wouldn't want to take you away from your meal." he responds as he shakes his head. "I'll only cry when you inevitably dump me for a more handsome caped one." There's a smirk at that, before he glances down at the nurse, considering her. "Thanks." A simple word - but one that he knows carries meaning.
Sandra	"That's my name. Sandy." The woman says as she taps the badge on her shoulder. It says Sandra. But that's close enough. "And you're welcome. What happened to the girl?" She asks as she starts to stitch him up, taking her time to make sure she threads it right. She may as well try and not add one more terrible scar to his body. "Did the bad guys get away or did you leave them webbed up and dangling from a fire escape in an alley?" As a New Yorker, she hears a lot about the webhead from the Daily Bugle. Most of it hardly flattering.
Jason Todd	"Do I look like I sling webs out my ass?" Jason responds, feeling the coolness of the gloves and needle that contradict the warmth of her hand as she starts her careful work upon him. "She was coming home from a club, I suppose." He's not going to go into the details of her sobriety and such, that's not his place. "Group of local.." he flinches just slightly when she finds a sensitive spot, but keeps it together as he continues. "..thugs discovered her, dragged her into an alley. Her screams drew me to her." Too late to prevent it from happening, but he stopped it in mid-attack. "As for what happened to the ones that attacked her? I took care of it." He offers no more answers on that front, she can assume as she wishes.
Sandra	"So, you killed them?" Sandra asks as she continues to thread, poking the needle through the firm skin, sliding it out the other end, in and out, in and out. "Are you that kind of guy? Sorta like the Punisher but with a worse name than him?" She says as she glances up at him with her dark eyes.
Jason Todd	"Kill them? Maybe once upon a time." Jason responds as he looks down at her with his own blue-eyed glance. "At least you make pleasant company." he offers up to her as she finishes up the stitching. And in the darkness, there's the sound of sirens and the flashing of red and white lights as an ambulance rounds the corner, and pulls up to the emergency entrance. A pair of police cars are flanking it. The ambulance doors swing open, and a pair of men, hand-cuffed to the gurney are pulled out. They look to be in pretty bad shape at this distance, even as a second ambulance pulls up to disgorge their passengers as well. It looks like Sandy's long night is about to become a little bit longer.
Sandra	After applying some ointment to the wound once she finishes, Sandy puts on a large bandage to cover the wound. "Do I? You're not so bad yourself I suppose." She pulls the gloves off and then reaches up to tug his shirt down, fingers brushing over his muscled abs for a moment in the motion. Pushing herself up to her full height, she leans back against the wall of the hospital and fishes out an orea, holding it out for him, then takes a bite of her own. "So, Red Hood. Got a real name or is that something you plan on telling me by the third date?"
Jason Todd	She earns a slight shiver of appreciation at the touch, purely accidental, of course. "In the grand scheme of things, I've had worse first dates." the red masked vigilante offers. As he starts to reach for the Oreo, one of the men on the gurney looks over to where the pair are standing and his face pales in fear. "That's him! That's the fucker that attacked us!" he calls out, waving frantically with his free hand. "And that would be my cue." Jason responds, before he gives her a small smirk. "Next time, we'll do show me yours, show you mine, and we'll see how close we get to a first name basis." With that, he snaps the armor back in place just as the police are calling out and waving their flashlights over towards the pair. Grabbing his grapple gun, he fires a line to grasp a hold of the nearest building, swooping away before the flashlights fall upon her. Saving her a bit of paperwork, it seems. Around an hour later, a delivery shows up from Jason's Deli - a sandwich tray and chips, along with a gallon of tea, addressed to Nurse Sandra Billings. Someone did read her ID tag, after all.
Sandra	As he goes soaring off, Sandra watches him with her dark eyes curiously for a moment before she reaches for the door and opens it. Heading back inside, she takes in a deep breath followed by a crunch of her Oreo as she heads back to work to finish paperwork and to check up on the young victim the vigilante brought in. "Cute." She murmurs to herself with an amused smile on her face.