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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.

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onatightrope
2012-02-25 11:07 pm UTC (link)

Dick had managed to get as far away from the scene of the fight as possible-which in his condition wasn't very. He only made it to the next roof over before he slipped and fell onto a fire escape where he winced and began to lose consciousness. He didn't want to stay near Jason and risk being shot point blank while he was down, who knew how many guns that kid had on him. He wasn't crazy or suicidal despite how things looked when Bruce finally arrived. He was fighting the heavy siren song of sleep but his body had shut down physically. Mentally it was like he'd checked out, his eyes were open and nobody was home. He could only vaguely see the sun beginning to rise an wondered if this was it. Breathing was laboring at best, he could taste blood in the back of his throat. As much as he tried to will his legs to move he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to get up.

His eyes finally slid shut and his jet black bangs clung to his face and mask. His jaw was bruised and it really was a miracle given just how much damage they dished out to eachother that either of them survived. His pulse was there but his vitals were low.

When Bruce strapped him in his eyes opened only briefly but his body refused to listen to him. All he could do was fall limp against the buckles and try to focus on breathing. Still he managed to speak though it was barely audible. "Tried." Before things went black again and he lost consciousness for the second time.

The rest of the ride he was out, the blood flow stopped but he'd already lost too much to remain coherent. His body was numb so the aches and pains of the fight he didn't have to worry about yet. He didn't worry about anything anymore despite not being out of the woods of danger. Jason still needed to be found, Bruce needed to be warned, but all Dick could do was sleep. His mind was racing but it felt as though he were running under water. He hadn't realized that Bruce being there meant Jason was in there with them. Things weren't connecting and he didn't like it.

Once at the safe house and placed on the bed he didn't move, he didn't stir, he hardly even breathed until Bruce started giving him the blood he so desperately needed. Only then did he manage to take a few breaths and really sleep once the sedatives and pain killers kicked in, he was out. He would be out for a good long while.

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