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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[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.]

[While the kid's out fetching the new set of clothes, Egypt extends his hand for a shake now that he's all patched up and much cleaner.] Thanks, Dr. Grayson. [Uh, mistaken conceptions about the whole "cop" thing aside, he does appreciate the help. Damian was right in bringing him here.

And when Damian's making his way back, Egypt thanks him, too, with an added ruffle to his hair. ...Heh. Now that he's taking a closer look, the kid's grown up well. Not by much in this weird memory, but the small things here and there add up.]

[Dick's smile can still blind a whole room, even in his old age. Doc doesn't look like he has grandkids, either!

Damian grins, handing over the suit as he looks up at Egypt. Hair ruffles're always good!] We'll be waiting in Doc's office at the end of the hall. Let us know when you're done.

[Immediately afterward, both Dick and Damian head towards the office to wait for Egypt. Although their voices aren't loud as they leave, it's obvious that Dick and Damian're fighting over who gets to drive the Batmobile--and ultimately, Dick wins because he's actually driven the thing before.]

[It's a really nice smile, he'd easily admit. Kind of wish they came as easily for himself...

Egypt's still feeling kind of sore as he changes clothes, now allowing himself to wince in the solitude, but it isn't as bad as it was earlier. How long will it take for these wounds to heal? Not as long as someone might expect.

He eventually enters the office with a knock, relatively fit for the party (if one ignores the still-visible scrapes). The borrowed suit almost fits, maybe a bit on the larger side for Egypt. The scarf around his neck remains, but the one on his head is now pocketed. As long as it's still on his person and he knows he won't be losing it, Egypt will be at ease.]

[The minute Egypt enters, Damian breaks free from the noogie Dr. Grayson'd given him. Thank god for distractions!] Whoa. You look... different. [In a good way! Day just doesn't remember ever seeing Hassan without his traditional headscarf.]

[Dick grins, fingering the Batmobile's keys - yes, he called Bruce in the meantime and explained the situation - and looking at them with slight nostalgia]

[Damian simply rolls his eyes as they head towards the Batmobile. Figures that's what's on the doctor's mind! The food! Without really thinking about it, he tugs on Egypt's arm.] I'll ask Mom and Dad if you can stay with us too while you're here---but parties aren't that boring. 'Specially if they've got good food.

[A faint noise of amusement in response to the... compliment. He gets that sometimes from people who rarely see him out of the keffiyeh and robes.

He nods to Dick, as ready as he'll ever be. India's food? Not bad, not bad... Egypt will look forward to this.

On the way to the Batmobile, Egypt reaches out and squeezes the kid's shoulder with one hand, mumbling a quiet,] Thanks, Damian...

[And it's for more than just the suit. If Damian hadn't found him, Egypt wouldn't have stood a chance in Neo-Gotham. He's still recovering from culture shock in Balamb.]

[Dick's already ahead of them! Damian can't help snorting as he watches Dick climb in and start the ignition. Since the two of them are left alone now, Day feels less obligated to be on his guard... and so he grins at Hassan. A big, huge smile too.]

You're welcome. Promise me you'll try to enjoy the rest of this visit?

[... Even if it probably won't end well.]

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