|I'm the mother f*cking Batman (bat_knight) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-02-25 13:21:00
|Entry tags:||bruce wayne/batman, dick grayson/nightwing, jason todd/red hood|
Who: Bruce, Dick, and Jason
What: Bruce finds his boys the next day after their fight
Where: Where the fight ended then to the hospital
When: Backdated. Several hours after This and shortly after This and This, so about late morning (otherwise Dicky boy might bleed to death and we can't have that).
Rating/Status Possibly low, in progress
Ever since Fayina had filtered to him in that very angry and rage filled post, Bruce had been on edge and had tried every route he could think of and had access to in order to find Dick and Jason. And receiving the alarm message from Dick hadn't done wonders for his worry either. It had taken him too long for his liking to hack into the cell network and pinpoint where Dick was. Once he had that information, he had rushed out to a rental car he had acquired and floored it. He weaved through traffic and arrived at the location. There was no one in the streets or alleys but a quick scale of the building and he spotted Dick looking like hell.
Bruce cursed and knelt down, stripping his shirt off and making sure the wound and blood flow were covered and staunched. Then he checked for a pulse, thanking whatever higher power there was that Dick still had one. Grateful he had taken several courses in triage and first aid, he quickly set to work, using the first aid kit he had brought along to patch and stabilize Dick to the best of his abilities. He'd need blood and some stitches for the wounds most likely, but he was going to live.
Swiftly and carefully, Bruce got Dick back to the ground and put him in the car, securing him inside before going up to look for Jason. There was no sign around Dick but that didn't mean anything. Bruce had spotted flecks of red that wasn't blood in the alley and on the roof so he had a feeling Jason was possibly around. And he needed to hurry so Dick got medical attention. He followed the mask flecks and a fair distance from Dick he found Jason. Not caring if he was conscious or not, Bruce made sure his second ward was safe to move before carrying him down as well and placing him in the backseat of the car, Dick being in the front. As he moved, he noticed in the distance an unconscious man laying on the ground, blood leaking out of his knees. Damn it Jason. Bruce dialed for an ambulance for the stranger. Like hell he was taking that man too.
Hurrying to the driver seat, Bruce got in and floored it, heading to the only medical safe house he had set up. It wasn't that he didn't trust the complex's medbay. Far from it. It was that his safe house was a bit closer and right now that was needed. And it was across the street from a hospital so easy access to pilfering some medical supplies. Bruce would repay their cost later when he had money to burn.
Getting the two up the stairs to the apartment was definitely a work out, but Bruce was in good shape. With Jason being the less critical of the two, he placed him on a bed in one of the rooms before locking him in. Not like it'd keep him out if he woke up, but there were bars on the windows and a complex lock on the door that would take time for picking. But right now Bruce needed to get some blood transfused into Dick before it was too late. Rushing to the fridge, he grabbed some O- blood packets and got an IV started before hooking the bags up. With the blood flowing into Dick, Bruce could now focus more on making sure it didn't leak out. Wishing Alfred was there to help, Bruce got to work, ignoring anymore messages he got from Fayina or whoever else. True he would be missing some shifts at the Roadhouse, but they'd survive without him.
After a few hours, with Dick stable and patched up, Bruce wheeled him into another room and locked him in as well. The three of them needed to talk. Or at the very least, Bruce needed to talk with them one on one. And as Dick was less likely to wake up immediately, Bruce scribbled out a note asking Dick to stay put and focus on healing and that they'd talk later. Now that Dick was out of danger, he could focus on Jason. Slowly he opened the door and moved in, shutting and locking it behind him. He moved over and began working on Jason carefully, his mask off for once and the weariness blatant in his eyes and posture.