witchesreign | case 09 | team Damian

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case 09 | team Damian | mayhem and madness

[Returning to Garden after the Ottoman Empire had been a blessing. Damian'd been able to get his bearings, focus on getting his school life back into gear, and maybe being grateful that Garden was actually somewhat modern and... not as bad as he made it out to be.

So when he feels that time hiccup and that dizzy feeling again? Damian can't help feeling ill--especially moreso when he stares at his surroundings. A fancy party? Immediately, he rushes to the window - ignoring the fancy suit he's in - and presses his hands to the windows. Neo-Gotham. It'd be ridiculous to mistake it for anywhere else.

... And there's his family at a table near Mr. Wayne and McGinnis. All of these people are familiar and yet not--Hajie, his kid sister, seems older than when he last saw her. Did Time Compression lie about "bringing you back to the moment in which you came?" Sure seems like it.]

This wasn't the homecoming I expected.

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[No barely-there smile back, sorry, just a long stare and nod in greeting. No hugs, too, because of the blood. Egypt's still conflicted over seeing Robin — Damian — wearing that costume and getting in fights, good intentions and assistance be damned.

Neo-Gotham. Then this is Damian's home, his turf. Not an appropriate time or place to be disapproving of his superhero career, so Egypt says nothing of it. For now.]

Ngh... Nice welcoming party.

[He turns away from Robin momentarily, spitting on one of the muggers to get the blood out of his mouth.]

[Definitely getting him over to the clinic, even if Damian isn't quite sure why or how he remembers it.] Considering the circumstances... yeah. Sorry.

[Still, he motions for Egypt to head towards the streets, where the Batmobile awaits them] ... I'm taking you to a doctor. Can you walk over there?

[He nods, starting to move without a single glance back at the guys who jumped him.]

Just a scratch... [But a doctor wouldn't be a bad idea right about now.

[He may look fine, but Damian's going to insist upon a doctor anyways. Especially since he's battled muggers like these dregs before.]

Okay. [heading to the Batmobile ~~which he totally didn't hotwire this time~~ slowly, so that Egypt can easily keep up with him] Dr. Grayson's the best we've got around here.

[He'd argue he doesn't need a slower pace, but... thanks anyway. When Egypt sees the Batmobile for the first time, he takes a long good ~~gape~~ stare at it. What on earth...]

[Unlocks the door and gestures for Egypt to sit inside] This is the Batmobile. Boss didn't need it tonight, so I'm borrowing it for the time being.

[BLATANT LIES, but Damian's not admitting that just yet]

[What the hell kind of name is a Batmobile? Only in America.]

...

Do I drive?

[Egypt's the one with the license. And still older, no matter how much Time Compression has messed with Damian here. ~~I'm stupid and should've included this in an earlier tag.~~]

No. [Firm but insistent as he flips into the driver's seat.] We're using auto-pilot.

[... even with his added height, he's too short to actually drive.]

...Ah. [As Egypt meanders his way into the passenger's seat, he can't help but feel slightly disappointed. If whenever he could go back home for real, driving a sueprhero's supercar would have made for an amazing story to rub in America's face like the good friend he is.]

[Maybe when Egypt's better! Damian doesn't exactly trust an injured man with his Boss's car.] ... If you wanna drive it later, I'll ask Boss. But not now.

Heh... [No clue what his chances of driving the Batmobile would really be, but okay. Egypt just nods, the motion turning into a poorly-hidden wince when he accidentally knocks his arm against something inside the car.

Yeah, auto-pilot's just fine.]

[That didn't look good, ahki. Damian'll secretly fret the whole trip back! Thankfully, it's short, and the Batmobile's discreetly parked near some highrise buildings. Climbing out, Damian unlocks the car and heads over to Egypt.]

We're here. There's someone I want you to meet.

[... normally, that'd be a cue to run, but Damian's pretty good about being nice to his ahki.]

[The trip in the flying car was... interesting, to say the least. Not quite sure yet if it's something Egypt would want to repeat, but yeah, definitely something to remember for years to come. Once he's sure his heart isn't stuck in his throat anymore, he steps out of the Batmobile, wondering just where they are.]

Friend of yours?

Kind of. [Damian's only met him once - and that was to beat him up - so he's puzzled at the memories of being closer to him and... meeting his grandkid? Guess they would've been friends, had Damian remained in Neo-Gotham.] Dr. Grayson's literally the best in town, but he knows Boss and the old man pretty well too.

[Thankfully, Dr. Grayson hadn't left for the party yet! Who knew that running late'd actually do him a favor for once? Damian then opens the clinic's door and holds it open for Egypt as they walk through.]

[Best in town? ~~How good is that in a (so far) shit town like this?~~ Well, he trusts Damian enough for this... Egypt nods his head in quiet thanks before entering. He's walking a little better now, and any previous bleeding has now stopped.]

[Damian still keeps a close eye as he shuffles into an empty room in the clinic. Glancing around to make sure no one else's in the area, Damian takes a breath and then slowly takes his goggles off. That's when Dr. Grayson - a middle-aged man with light, carefree steps - wanders into the room and casually places his arms on Damian's shoulders.]

[Still, Dr. Grayson doesn't seem upset as he takes a look at Hassan--though as an afterthought, he glances over at Damian.]

[Damian shakes his head] Nope. Hang in there, ahki.

[He's fine, bro, stop worrying... Rob— Damian gets a questioning side glance, but nothing else, attention turned to the doctor present. That 99 thing again... He wants to ask, but not now.]

Hassan. [A small introduction to Grayson with a nod instead of a customary handshake. Not ideal to shake after getting roughed up in that street fight and all; hopefully he'd understand.]

[Hang on... Dr Grayson knows about the 99? And that Damian's connected to them? That can't bode well. That really can't bode well. Dr. Grayson doesn't seem to be bothered by Damian's spazz attack, since he smiles back at Egypt and walks closer so that he can properly diagnose him.]

[He laughs, automatically reaching for the bandages]

[... Yeah, Damian's still mentally spazzing. Dr. Grayson even gives him a nickname. The future? Is officially slagged.]

[Another nod. Egypt will stick to Dr. Grayson, if that's all right. Cute spazzing by the way, Day.

Let's see... There's obvious scrapes on his hands; a busted knuckle. (Is he ever glad he had some practice training with... what was his name? Instructor Villiers?) Bloody nose and split lip. One of his eyes isn't as bruised up as it should be in a situation like this.

One spot still in particular still fucking hurts. Egypt gestures to his lower torso, both the side and back of his ribcage. He works on undoing the top of his cadet uniform to see just what's wrong with it.]

Baseball bat...? [He thinks that's what one guy was using. Pretty sure? Skin now bared as he lifts the hem of his shirt, Egypt's calm. Unhappy that Damian is once again catching sight of something he shouldn't, but calm. He has a wealth of his own scars, both old and new, minor and severe. Burns. Slashes. ...Gunshot wounds? Some are so faded they blend in with the rest of his skin.

A select few look new, as if Egypt had been injured before arriving at Garden and spent his time as a cadet healing up, but that couldn't be the case...]

[Dick visibly blanches as he inspects the wounds and reaches for the rest of his medical equipment. Really, he doesn't even know where to begin, though he knows he should start with the torso.] [Dr. Grayson sighs, starting to work on Hassan's wounds.]

[Damian barely stops from his spazzing - he left this world a long time ago, so he doesn't notice the wounds (especially since he's trying to figure out just how badly his dad'll ground him) - to answer for Egypt:] Just regular muggers. Think the Jokerz are off-duty tonight.

[Dick sighs, then continues to cleanse Egypt so that he can put some medicine - and then give him some Tylenol - on.]

[He's relatively still while Grayson does his doctor thing. The thin line of his mouth occasionally downturns to a small wince or frown when there's too much of a sting or prod, but he bears it and doesn't complain.]

Meta? [He doesn't know what that means. There's a brief pause, too. A falter. What, his skin isn't that bad, is it? He's always covering up, so he's unaccustomed to reactions like this.]

Ex-soldier... [Which is true! Though can serving in the Egyptian military account for all that damage? It's the first thing he's able to grasp at, caught off guard with the observation.]

[Dick's relatively pleased; most patients (especially Damian and Terry) usually flinch after a while. Once he's done patching Egypt up, he gives them a nod of acknowledgement... but he does arch an eyebrow at the explanation.]

[Damian can't help laughing as he finally looks up at them. Dick pretty much believes in other people, so it's obvious that he wouldn't openly question the lie.] Ahki, if it isn't obvious, Dr. Grayson's also Batman - my Boss's - personal doctor.

[There's a slight bitterness that even Damian can't ignore, but his voice is the only indication of his attitude; the good doctor's still smiling.]

Only if you let akhi borrow one of your suits! [Damian glances back at him] ... You are fine with that, right?

...Oh. [Crap. Nope, Egypt has no superpowers whatsoever. Nothing to see here. He doesn't look too thrilled at the sound of Grayson being a former cop, either, his frown deepening somewhat as he redresses himself. Sorry, no love for cops. Far from it.]

[Thankfully, Damian piping up is enough to distract Egypt from forming a less-than-pleased opinion of the man that just patched him up. What's this about a party now?]

Ah... [Blink blink nod. Y-yeah, sure. Not objecting so long as Egypt can still pocket his scarf and keffiyeh if they wouldn't be very presentable for this party.]

[Egypt'd probably hate it more if Dick admitted to being Robin, huh? That's pretty much what he meant by "police officer." Dick nods, gesturing towards his office.]

It should! [Damian grins, immediately heading to said office and coming back with the suit] Ahki, you can keep your keffiyeh on too; half the doctors there're Muslim.

[Dick can't help laughing as he folds his arms.]

case 09 | team Damian | mayhem and madness

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