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“New city, fresh start. C’mon Gotham, what have you got for me?”
"Hi, Doc," Tim, or rather Robin, greeted. "I was close by so thought I should see if you were here and free." Considering the blood coating half his face, he was not there for a social visit. Sure, Alfred could patch him up to, but he couldn't exactly run around Gotham looking like the victim in a horror flick.
"Robin." Leslie sighed, fixing the boy with a look. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Tim, more that she'd rather he turn up without being covered in his own blood. Still, if he could grin at her like that then he was fit enough to be on the receiving end of a lecture. But that could wait for now.
Motioning for him to follow her through to one of the rooms at the back, Leslie held the door open for him. Hopefully it was just a superficial head wound, they always bled more than necessary. "Do I want to know what happened this time?"
"What does Gotham have for you? One of the highest crime rates in the country as well as one of the most contrasting society classes in America. You can find people having a gala and some stories below people trying to get something to eat"
"It's the same story in every city. The rich accumulate wealth while those without... don't. At least Gotham doesn't pretend it isn't exactly like that. The question for people like us is 'what are we going to do about it?'"
Leslie shrugs, raising an eyebrow. "The people at the bottom deserve a fair chance don't they? That's what I'm trying to give them through my work here. Level the playing field. Can the same be said for you?"
"Well that's something at least." She nods, glad that who ever had hurt the boy was behind bars.
She huffed a laugh. A King movie was fairly accurate. "Take a seat on the bench." She took a moment to drag a cart over and another to dampen some gauze so she could clean off enough of the dried blood to take a look at the wound.
"So what am I looking at here? Blunt trauma? Or did they nick the skin with something? Talk me through what happened." She asked, keeping an eye out for signs of disorientation.
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He followed her back and went into the room when she held the door open. He wasn’t fully as bad patient as Bruce, especially when he came here by his own free will.
Tim chuckled and then winced, moving his face too much hurt. “Probably not, but the one who did this is with GCPD now.” So at least no one else would get hurt. “I think it looks worse than it is, but I know head wounds can be tricky, which is why I came here. And also to clean myself up a little. I look like I’ve been in a King movie,” he joked, even if it was kind of true.
"Hey there, doc. Been a while. Hear you've been busy." There was an edge in Jason's voice, and the line of his shoulders was tense. "How long will you be staying this time?" - @jp-todd-rp
@jp-todd-rp
"Jason."
Leslie wasn't surprised that he had found her so quickly. She'd only been back in town for a couple of days, but he kept a watchful eye on Park Row. The redevelopments to her clinic wouldn't have gone unnoticed.
When she'd left the city, she'd told herself it was for good. She was so sure that if she were to stay in Gotham any longer, the city would chew up what little she felt she had left of herself. She'd told herself that she was a professional, and that she could help people no matter where she was in the world.
But that line of professionalism blurred a long time ago when it came to Jason. He was a man now, but she could still see the young boy who had wandered into her clinic looking for help for his mother, before the cape, and before everything else that had come after... In her haste to leave Gotham behind, she'd abandoned him too.
She meets his hard gaze, guilt pinching her features. "Indefinitely. I've got no intentions of leaving again. I'm sorry that I didn't find you before I left, but I'm back now." It wasn't good enough really, she knew that.
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Jason crossed his arms, letting his eyes drift across the clinic. She had a decent enough place going on – Jason had heard enough before he even considered making the trip down here to see for himself – but he wondered how long it would last. How long it could last. “Don’t think B’s gonna like you being back in town. I heard about the stunt you pulled with a certain bird. I’d say you lost your favors with him.”
Leslie scoffed a humourless laugh. "I'll deal with that when he gets here." It was inevitable, but she would stand her ground.
"I thought it was the right thing to do. I still stand by it." Did she regret what she did? No. But she was sorry for the pain her lies had caused the others. Not that it made much difference, Bruce was still allowing children to be caught up in his vigilante ways if the rumours were true.
"I thought that of all people, you would understand that."
Barry seemed even more nervous than usual, which said a lot since he tended to be a nervous ball of energy. Grace had been concerned with his eating, or rather that he ate a lot (haha, he was trying to keep it to a minimum), but that he still seemed to have lost weight. Telling her why would put her in danger and he didn't want that, but after persistent nagging, he had promised to see Dr. Thompkins. Barry knew about her even if they had never met before, but she probably didn't know who he was or rather what he could do, but Alfred had promised she could be trusted. "Hi, I'm Barry Allen, I think Grace have talked to you about me. I-I also know Alfred and Bruce," he said, hoping she might get a hint that something was... unusual with him, since he wasn't exactly Bruce's usual crowd kind of person. (lovepoweredspeed)
@lovepoweredspeed
Leslie looked up to the fidgeting young man. “Barry - yes, hello. Grace did mention you, a few times.” The young woman had hardly stopped mentioning him, partly why Leslie had agreed to see him.
Her eyebrow raised at the mention of Bruce and Alfred. For someone who had next to no knowledge of Gotham’s vigilantes, Grace sure did have a habit of getting mixed up with their civilian counterparts. Not entirely unlike herself. Leslie didn’t recognise the young man in front of her though.
“It’s just the two of us in here. While Grace might be concerned, I can appreciate that you might not want to discuss this kind of thing with her. Would you like to tell me what’s been going on?”
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Jason clenched his jaw, reigning in the flare of anger at her words. “You took a girl away from the one home and the one family she knew. You took a sister and a friend. So, yeah… Yeah, I know a thing or two about that.”
He pushed himself off the wall, standing straight. “And I wanted to remind you whose turf you’re on, doc…”
Leslie shook her head. “That family - this city? It nearly cost her her life. Too many of you have paid the price for his war. I couldn’t keep watching it happen and doing nothing about it. I-” She catches herself, feeling her chest tighten. It wouldn’t do any good to continue.
Shoulder sagging slightly, she sighed. “I’m not back to cause you any trouble.” She meant that, but him believing her was another thing entirely.
"WINK"
Leslie fixed Alfred with a look, aiming for stoic, but not quite being able to pull it off; the grin edging onto her face giving her away.
"What are you up to, troublemaker?"
Leslie sat back, shrugging easily. “The same way that most of us mere mortals make a change. By working together. Helping one person at a time.”
She could almost see the gears turning in his head as she spoke. “Maybe not quite the impact you’re looking for, but for the people you can help? It’s everything. You find the gaps: food, medicine, education... And you try and fill the need. Unfortunately we live in a capitalist society that doesn’t stand to benefit much from that, but that doesn’t mean we just stop trying.
@docthompkins
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“I have to admit that’s quite an ambitious goal to reach, that’s for sure” He said quietly. There was a moment of silence where Jason’s lips thin as he tried to figure out what the best answer was. Unless the person talking was Bruce Wayne, it was highly unlikely that person was going to make a significativ change in the conditions in the city.
“And how exactly you are going to achieve that?” He asked, his morbid curiosity kicking in.
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Maybe it was the fact he had heard the same speech all over again from many people before. Yet, he found hard to believe it. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t as good as Bruce was in these kind of situations. He wished he had Bruce’s hypocrisy to smile.
“It’s a wild world out there…” He said not knowing how much Bruce had told her about him. He hated this sessions. He disliked them because it was like everybody was trying to look a flaw on him. He knew he was flawed. He didn’t want anyone else to point them out for himself.
“You would know that better than most.” Leslie surmised. Jason was guarded. She supposed that was always going to be a given with the fact that he lived with Bruce Wayne; a man who’s secrets had secrets and the hardship he had faced before that. She hoped in time that he wouldn’t feel the need to be so guarded within their sessions.
“I just wanted to point out that people don’t need a cape in order to make a difference.”
Leslie blinked, taking a moment to process the ramble of words that Barry had thrown her way. Hyper-accelerated. “Flash I presume?” She asked, eyebrows raised.
Without waiting for his confirmation, Leslie’s mind continued to cycle. “Meta-enhanced metabolism?” Some of the more recent conversations she had had with Bruce were making a little more sense in light of this new information. The man had been talking about developing a new kind of high calorie snack to keep him fuelled during his nightly patrols.
“Alright. Yes, I’ll help you keep Grace in the dark a little longer. I don’t like lying to her, but I agree. The longer she stays out of all of that, the better. She is training to be a doctor herself though you know.” Any medical condition that the boy told Grace about she could easily research herself. It might be easier to convince him to not give her a specific reason at all - he had a right to his privacy.
“Did you have something in mind?”
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Barry was pacing, looking something between a nervous rabbit and a cage tiger. “Well, I.. I was kind of hoping that you could tell Grace that I’m fine or make up something that will satisfy her without telling the truth because as I hope you might have kinda understood I’m one of Bruce’s teammates and I don’t want Grace to know that not because I don’t trust her but because it would put her in danger and also risk Bruce’s identity to be revealed not that I think she’d do anything on purpose but there’s a lot of really wicked bad people out there and some have abilities and I just don’t want anything to happen to her because I really like her she’s a good friend and I don’t have many of those and she’s doing so much good and can help so many so I want her to stay safe so that’s why she can’t know what I can do and to hide that I have to minimize how much I eat in front of her but I need a lot of food and there’s only so much time I can spend eating and I spend quite a few hours with her and on lectures and stuff where I can only snack relatively normal so I’m not sick it’s just how my body works everything is hyper-accelerated.” Barry finally had to breath and he was now standing in front of Leslie, looking at her like a lost puppy, but a puppy that still had hope. It was a look that were hard to resist and that he wasn’t fully aware he even made. “Will you help me to come up with something to tell Grace?”
"well this isn't how I pictured, I'd be sweeping you off your feet"
Leslie felt her her ears redden. Of all things in Gotham that could result in an injury, an uneven sidewalk wasn't high on her list of suspects. However here she was, sheepishly waiting on the steps of Gotham National Library. She had managed to manoeuvre herself onto them after rolling over her ankle in heels. Not her finest moment.
"Decided you were getting too much attention for your leg and I wanted to steal your thunder." She grinned sheepishly, thankful that he was happy to come to her rescue.
Pulling his coat tight around her shoulders, she takes a second to enjoy the warmth and spice of the man’s cologne. She winces lightly as she eases her ankle into his lap, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the impending lecture. It was a stereotype that doctors made the worst patients, but in Leslie’s case, there was some truth to it.
“I like the heels, Alfie. It’s not like I make a habit of it. Accidents happen.”
"well this isn't how I pictured, I'd be sweeping you off your feet"
Leslie felt her her ears redden. Of all things in Gotham that could result in an injury, an uneven sidewalk wasn't high on her list of suspects. However here she was, sheepishly waiting on the steps of Gotham National Library. She had managed to manoeuvre herself onto them after rolling over her ankle in heels. Not her finest moment.
"Decided you were getting too much attention for your leg and I wanted to steal your thunder." She grinned sheepishly, thankful that he was happy to come to her rescue.
“ you’re not alone, not anymore . ”
Found family prompts | @propertyofseagate
Leslie looked up, meeting Luke's soft gaze.
Leaving Gotham was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, but moving to New York had been the right move. Hopefully. She did find it funny to think that she had somehow managed to befriend yet another vigilante. Anyone would think she had a type.
It took her a moment to respond, finishing up the bandage on the man's bruised ribs. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, she smiled.
"Might take me a while to believe that, but I appreciate you saying it all the same."
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Alfred snorts. “Hard time? I had to rant his ear off last night about sneaking out, third floor window he was trying to climb out of, if I hadn’t seen his legs from the hallway before he fell he might have needed up in there” He points at the hospital behind them with his cane. “He’s lucky that even half a leg down I’ve got reflex’s of a lion”
He looks a bit nervous at the question. “Well, I’m wondering if you do get time one evening to come over for dinner, Bruce was asking me about you a few days ago and I thought perhaps we could catch up over a roast and bottle of wine perhaps, there’s no rush of course the offer is there when ever your free, I don’t go very far these days”
Leslie blinked at Bruce’s latest antics. “He needs to watch what he’s doing. If you want me to come over with a slideshow of pictures about what happens when you play on rooftops, that can be arranged.”
Her smile softened. The man was a sweetheart and she didn’t really have the heart to refuse. If she was honest, she missed seeing Bruce too. “Dinner sounds lovely Alfred. I actually finish a little earlier on Friday this week. How about then?”
“ if i tell you to leave me behind, would you listen? ” (from Constantine)
"Not a chance in hell." Leslie's voice was low, furious.
She didn't really have a clue what was chasing them, and for the sake of her sanity, she hoped that she would never find out. Whatever it was, she wasn't buying his self sacrificing bullshit for a second. "What happened to that stubborn streak I hate so much, huh? This isn't the time for dramatics."
When he didn't budge, she grabbed at his arm. "We're staying together, John. Come up with a different plan."
“Jefferson?” Leslie rushed to his side, pressing down hard on his wound as she led him over to the table. If he had been shot, then hopefully there’d be an exit wound... yes. Thank gods. “I got you.”
He’d clearly lost a lot of blood, but unless there was anything else, he’d be okay. Unless... “The 100. Did you lose them?” If they were still after him then they needed to move somewhere safer first before she could tend to his injuries. They’d have a whole host of problems to deal with otherwise.
"Doc... I think I've been shot...." Black Lightning stumbled, on the verge of nearly collapsing." It...was... members of the 100 Gang..."
@docthompkins
Part of the deal. It was part of the deal, Bruce had told him. Jason didn't have to like, but he'd just have to go through it, pass, or whatever people did, and he could go out there. Finally, be someone. Be Robin... Jason knocked on the door, grateful, that the hallway was empty. - @jp-todd-rp
Technically, this was off-book.
Not that running a session with Bruce Wayne's ward was a particularly unusual thing to happen. Frankly, Leslie was happy to do it; Keen, really. But there would be no record of what they would discuss, not where any of her peers could access at least. Discretion was of the utmost importance when dealing with vigilantes with secret identities after all. With young Jason Todd living with Batman himself, Leslie was sure it would come up at some point.
Opening the door to her warm, comfortably decorated office, Leslie smiled at the boy, stepping back to allow him entrance as she spoke.
"Jason is it? Hello. I'm Leslie Thompkins, it's nice to meet you."
My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them.
“I’m here- I’m here, now” @whxlmedwing
Leslie flinched violently as Nightwing's gloved hands cradled her face. She knew better, he wouldn't hurt her, but after everything that had happened... she couldn't help it.
Chocking back a sob, she sagged into his touch. The relief was staggering, snatching her laboured, pained breath from her lungs and against her own volition, fresh tears tracked down her cheeks.
Shamefully, Leslie had almost lost hope that anyone would find her.
Thank God for Dick Grayson.