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Who: Bruce and Cass.
When: January 2nd, early morning.
Where: The batcave.
Summary: A daughter comes home and her dad's not pleased.
Warnings: N/A
[She'd left Griffin's company once she was sure her wounds were wrapped enough to make the trip home easier. The batcave would have better equipment and tools for her to use to help herself. As it was, she had a sheet she could use to bind up the wounds and not much else. The bullets hadn't been fully removed just yet; she'd need pliers for that sort of job. Every step she takes to get home is painful but she learned long ago to keep moving and not to falter.
She slips into the batcave and heads down to the main room, over to the medical supplies. She tugs off the mask and sets it down, and then off comes the top of her costume, its sleeves dangling around her waist. She slides off the belt too and grabs the medical kit, going to sit by one of the benches so she can fuss with her injuries.
There's blood on the makeshift bandages that's already begun to soak through. She frowns, carefully unwrapping her injuries to get to work.]
When: January 2nd, early morning.
Where: The batcave.
Summary: A daughter comes home and her dad's not pleased.
Warnings: N/A
[She'd left Griffin's company once she was sure her wounds were wrapped enough to make the trip home easier. The batcave would have better equipment and tools for her to use to help herself. As it was, she had a sheet she could use to bind up the wounds and not much else. The bullets hadn't been fully removed just yet; she'd need pliers for that sort of job. Every step she takes to get home is painful but she learned long ago to keep moving and not to falter.
She slips into the batcave and heads down to the main room, over to the medical supplies. She tugs off the mask and sets it down, and then off comes the top of her costume, its sleeves dangling around her waist. She slides off the belt too and grabs the medical kit, going to sit by one of the benches so she can fuss with her injuries.
There's blood on the makeshift bandages that's already begun to soak through. She frowns, carefully unwrapping her injuries to get to work.]