The Things You Want

January 17, 2019:

Begrudgingly, Jason accepts some aid from a stubborn Lena.

Gotham

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NPCs: Alfred Pennyworth (In Voice Only)

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Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

*

It's snowing in Gotham again. Gently flakes drifting down over the city streets. As they drift through the air, they look white and pure, but when they hit the streets they become dirty and stained. A metaphor for this city overall. The night is still filled with the sounds of the city: traffic, sirens, people, and noise. However, all sound is brittle in the night air. Like it could shatter at any moment.

Jason had been out tonight. Several Drug Lords are in the hospital or behind bars tonight thanks to the Red Hood. Unfortunately, one of those criminals managed to get a lucky shot. Jason took a 9mm to the ribs. The range was close, so the armor didn't stop it and it lodged under his ribs. Adrenaline and first aid managed to get Jason to his safe house, but that could only get him so far.

The address Jason sent to Lena was to his position, an abandoned Subway station underground, locked off from the system. The interior is rather cavernous, but with attempts to turn it into a home. Couches, cushions, throw rugs, and bamboo mattes sit everywhere along with false walls created with drapes and fold out paper walls. Jason sits in a chair in front of a giant computer as it flutters with data. He bleeds all over himself, taking deep pained breaths. He is topless, bloody armor and shirt lay cast on the ground. Jason guzzles from a bottle of brown liquor, then pours a splash on his wound with a wince.

*

"You're making a mess." Her voice murmurs, stoic and very much in tune with her mask persona. She found the place, easily enough, with a fair bit of ease slipping through some of the barriers to get there. "Off the chair, on the desk." She advises, needing a bit of height so she can see what she's doing.

It felt only right that she was in her gear as well, though once inside, she slips off her jacket and tosses it aside, along with the slim visors. Her arms are bare, scarring up from her run in with ninjas, and he can see that the rest of her outfit is fitted and black. Pulling her hair up with a tie, she drags over a first aid kit, having claimed it from her side bag.

*

Jason turns to look at Lena with a glare, but whether or not he is angry or just in pain. He is still wearing his domino mask. He looks like he is about to reply, but instead it comes out as a pained sound as he twists. Jason lets out a growl of frustration, and clambours up onto a bare metal table, hissing at the cold metal. He reaches over to grab a desk lamp and pull it closer for her.

*

Lena had never seen him like that before. With the hood, yes, without it, yes, but just the mask around his eyes? Different. Glancing up his way, she nods once he's in place and sets the case down. "Hand off." She tells him, reaching out with a gloved touch to look at the damage. "Mmm, lucky shot. Rookie though, I can get this. I'm goign to numb you down, first. Do not move." She informs, reaching for her cold gun and placing it ever so close to his side. Her thumb slips across a dial, changing the output as her other hand rests on his thigh in an oddly reassuring grip. "Counting to three." She murmurs. "Three," her eyes squint as the light blasts out, circling around the wound and its tender area, fast to chill it into feeling nothing without freezing it or damaging the nerves.

"Keep breathing." Slipping the gun back onto its maglock on her thigh, she gets to work, digging in with fresh metal tools to dig the bullet out.

*

Jason doesn't reply with words, but hisses slightly at the feeling of the cold gun. He breathes deeply as she works, seemingly calm despite everything. His wound isn't bad, but obviously painful. He has other wounds, but they seem very superfiscial compared to the bullet wound. The bullet is in one piece, not shattered into pieces like normal bullets would have.

*

"Good. Almost…" She turns her head, giving another dig of her tools as if she were working him over like a safe. There was something to say about a thief's hands, after all. Latching on, she pulls back and out comes the bullet. Tossing it aside, she digs for her other supplies, slathing him clean and adding antisceptics before working with stitches and patching him up. Sighing, she holds her hand there, palming the bandage briefly. "The cold will wear off soon. It'll hurt, but you knew that, huh? Do you have any painkillers or should I go get you some?"

*

There is a small flow of blood as the bullet is removed, splattering over the table beneath him. Jason takes another deep breath, his eyes closed as he stares upward toward the titled ceiling of the old station. "I'm used to the pain," He says quietly, his voice feeling distant. "I have some painkillers." He reaches over to the half empty bottle.

*

"I meant real ones." She pulls her hand away and looks him over. "You got the rest covered?" Already, she's packing up her gear.

*

"Just flesh wounds," Jason coughs. "They will be fine." He sits up very slowly, holding his side. "I've had worse." He tries to stand, alittle woozy on his feet. "Thank you."

*

Lena catches the sway in the corner of her eye. Almost dropping the medkit where it was, her hand reaches out and holds to his forearm, leaving a small print of blood from the staining on her gloves. Standing before him, she keeps hold to his arm and the other settles on his side (the un-bulleted one.) "Hey, easy."

*

"I am, aren't I?" Jason says with a smirk. "Help me into the chair, please?" He points to the blood stained chair he was sitting in prior to her arrival. "I need something from the desk."

*

Glaring, she keeps him pressed against the table. "Give me a second. Let me clean it off at least." Stepping away, she hunts for anything to use. Towel, sheet, anything. Soon enough, she's at his chair, cleaning it off as best she can. Returning to Hood's side, she eases him toward the seat, waiting for him to sit before pulling her hands away. "You need anything else?"

*

Clean towels are close at hand. Apparently Jason was prepared for cleaning up wounds tonight and had them laid out and read. The blood comes off easily enough. The chair is rather easy to wipe down. Jason drops into the seat slowly. He turns and rifles through a drawer, coming up with a bottle that rattles with pills. "I don't *need* anything else," He says, opening the bottle and shaking out a pair of white pills. "But there are certain things I do want."

*

"I'd heal up before wanting anything. If you're alright, I'll head out." Stepping away from the desk, she heads for her cast aside jacket, pulling off her gloves to not bloody it up so easily. Jacket on, she zippers up and follows after with the buttons. Hood up, she slips her gloves back on and tucks the kit into her side bag.

*

As she heads to her Jacket, Lena is greeted with a small meow and a pair of bright blue eyes. The kitten Jason had shown her a picture off is curled into a loaf and looking up at her quizzically. Jason chuckles at the cat's place, tossing the pills into his mouth.

*

Lena stares down at the cat. She blinks and turns away from it. Slipping the strap of her bag across her chest, she slides her visors bac onto her face, hiding her eyes away and pivoting toward the door.

*

"It's late," Jason says, looking at her with heavily lidded eyes. "The drive back is long. I know you don't care about the cold, but the roads are slick and icy." He takes a deep breath and sighs it out. "You can crash here if you want to. Scouts honor, I won't attempt any cheap tricks on you."

*

Sighing, she lowers her gaze and shakes her head. "I can't do that, Jason. I need to go. You're fine so…I'll go. I'll be fine. You should get some rest, and don't mix the drinking with those drugs. If you have water down here, use that." Another pause, her back to him, she digs her fingers into her palms. "Do you have food here? For you."

*

"For me and to spare," Jason says, nodding. "Had a friend whip something up for me out of the kindness of his heart. He wanted to make sure I was well fed. For me and the kitten. You are welcome to take some with you, if you don't want to have to stop for take out on the way home."

*

"No. That's fine. You're all set then." Rolling her shoulder, she strides out, exiting the Hood-Cave (Red-Cave? Robin's Nest?) and leaving it silent behind her.

*

Red Hood watches her go with a sigh. He winces again, the pain killers not kicking in quite yet. The kitten jumps up next to him and gives him a plaintive meow, rubbing against his arm. "I don't know," Jason says to her with a smirk. "Maybe I'm just not good enough…"

*

"Nonsense, Master Todd." A voice answers out from his screen system, scrolling information back and forth. "Sorry, sir. It seems you forgot to 'hang-up' before your lady friend came calling. You dinner should be arriving shortly. Should I have it waiting for you on the upper road, or would you rather I bring it to you via drone, sir?"

*

"Crap," Jason says, turning back to the machine. "No Al, go ahead and send it down. I'm not really moving well for the rest of the night. You know how it is. Bad case of lead poisoning."

*

"Of course, sir. Give me a moment." There's a silence now, information still zipping between systems. There's movement outside of the main area of his hide-away, a soft knock before the sound is gone, leaving behind the aroma of some dish, piping hot and ready to go. "It is done, sir. Is there anything you require this evening?"

*

"No Alfred," Jason sighs, turning back to the kitten and giving her some affectionate head scritches. "No, I am fine. Just need to rest up and…Just need to rest up. I have alot of work to do. If you see Dick or Babs, tell them…" He trails off, unsure of what to say.

*

"Sir?" The older man asks calmly after a moment. He waits, remaining in place and patient as he always was with them all. At length, his voice speaks out once more. "Jason?"

*

"It's nothing, Alfred," Jason says at length. "Thank you for the food. Have a good night." He stumbles up to collect the food dish.

*

"Sir, if there is one thing I have learned in this house, being part of this family, it was knowing when all my wards and charges were lying. However, I also understand then need for privacy. Something all of you should know by now is that I'm here for you. Regardless of the situation. Good night, Master Todd." The line breaks and the call disconnects. The food waiting for him is a fair enough spread - Chicken noodle soup, fresh bread, drinks. There's also a bundle of fresh medical supplies.

*

Jason takes the supplies, hobbling slightly to get to the table with the computer. He eats in silence, sometimes offering a pet to his kitten, but otherwise he broods in the semi-darkness of his own cave. When he is done, the young man turns out the light to head for bed. "Maybe I need to get shot more often," He jokes to himself before finally falling asleep.

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