Eddie (i_puzzle) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-12-15 18:06:00 |
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Current mood: | cranky |
Reprocussions....(Crane)
(Backdated to before the Christmas post with Bruce and Enigma, and a little after the Gala post)
Of course, the fight had not ended well for Edward who was now bleeding pretty badly, and despite the pain that he was feeling, Eddie was grinning madly, sitting up on the bloody tiled floor, clutching his leg. That stupid scientist had shot him, completely by accident of course, but even still! He had had the nerve! And of course Edward saw the action as a threat, as well as a defining point in the relationship he had with Bruce. Things had changed for them, he and the scientist, it was almost as if Bruce had proven that he wasn't going to be pushed around and that perhaps he really did care for Enigma like he claimed. That was fine with Eddie, Bruce could have that twit, but had he really needed to shoot him? Probably. Edward had been pretty hard on him, and so he really couldn't blame him. But Eddie hated bleeding like a little piggy all over the place. It was a look that didn't work well for him, and oh...Jonathan was going to be so furious.
Marcus, having been called by Bruce, rushed into the warehouse to survey the aftermath of the fight that had just occurred, seeing all of the blood. Eddie looked over his shoulder at Marcus, skin pale and sweaty, face calm, "Marcus, I need to see Jonathan." Eddie said, allowing Marcus to come over to where he was and examine the extent of his injury. Eddie growled, shoving the man, pushing him down into the blood, "What are you? A doctor? Idiot!" Eddie barked, making Marcus wince, then sigh. Marcus got up, and called a few men over to assist him with the injured criminal, the group able to get Eddie standing, with an arm looped over one of each of the henchmen at his sides, moving with them towards where the vehicles were kept.
When they reached the car, Marcus helped Eddie get into the back seat, and tied a shirt around the wound in Eddie's leg, before driving them to Arkham to see Jonathan. Eddie definitely wanted to turn this into a huge production, because why not? The situation called for a show.
When they arrived at Arkham, Marcus parked the car at the curb, and jumped out, manuvering Eddie out of the back seat carefully. Eddie winced in pain, hobbling along with Marcus, the shirt wrapped around his leg already partially soaked with blood, though it was tight enough at least to help stop the bleeding slightly. Jonathan would have to look at it and decide what Eddie would need to do next. Eddie grumbled, furious, wanting to kill someone in that moment, but he restrained his violence, making it over the threshold of the Asylum. Marcus told the receptionist to buzz for Jonathan, setting Eddie down in a chair, the man sweating profusely.
All they could do now was wait, and hope that Eddie could keep himself awake until Jonathan got there. This was going to be a long night.