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INCIDENT REPORT: 11/2/XX
The following is a transcript for the incident report of the 11/2/XX (transcript has been edited for better understanding and links to analysis have been added on the 11/3/XX.) RR report will be added once he has recovered sufficiently.
CALL INDEX:
RH- RED HOOD
NW- NIGHTWING
R- ROBIN
RR- RED ROBIN
BM- BATMAN
BG- BATGIRL
SP- SPOILER
O- ORACLE
GOTHAM PROPER//TRANSCRIPT OF COMM. LINE 2543//EXCERPT from: 11/2/XX at 1.21am
RH: Can someone tell that f*cking plant lady that I want to ******* her with her stupid vines? [crash, a shot] Yeah, take that!
NW: There are children on this line, Hood
R: Yes, this kind of talk is too rough for Drake’s delicate virgin ears
BM: Names.
[EXPLOSION ECHOES THROUGH LINE]
EXCERPT from: 11/2/XX at 1.26am
NW: Oh come on, are you kidding me? That's my favorite excrima! [shout; the sizzle of electricity]
RH: Serves you right, pretty boy.
NW: What, why? I'm as innocent as they come!
RH: BS, you stole the last fucking cookie and you know it
NW: Guilty as charged, officer. And I'll tell you what; it was totally worth it!
BM: No chatter on open comms.
NW: Lighten up B, we're almost done.
SP: I sure hope so, I have a pint of ice cream calling my name
R: I would watch what I eat, if I were you, Fatgirl
SP: (offended) I'm not even batgirl anymore, brat!
NW: Robin, we've talked about this. No insulting someone physical appearance
R: -tt-
EXCERPT from 11/2/XX at 1.32am
RR: Guys, I think I found something. There's a bomb wired through the building right on the corner of main and Robinson park. Going in to extract civilians.
BM: Affirmative. Is the bomb live?
RR: No, the timer attached isn't counting down. I'm going to try and diffuse it once everyone's out
RH: Whatever—Back to the important stuff: Anyone know if Ivy's still going out with Harley?
NW: You think this is a lovers spat?
RR: Could be, this wiring seems like the thing Harley would do. It's literally rainbow.
SP: (snorts) yeah, that does sound like Harley.
BM: Focus on teh bomb, RR—Spoiler, Robin needs back up
// O sends SP R’s location//
SP: affirmative, I'll go save the damsel
R: Who are you calling damsel, jezebel? I do not need your aid. [grunt, the sound of a sword hitting the ground]
SP: Uh huh, sure sounds like it
EXCERPT RED ROBIN PRIVATE COMM at 1.46am
[Alarm siren is going off]
RR: C'mon guys, I know it’s scary but you have to leave.
U (UNIDENTIFIED): But it’s so cold out! And I don't know where Jemma is!
RR: Jemma?
U: My cat! She likes to wander around at night!
RR: I promise I'll try to find your cat but it’s super important that you and your sister leave right now.
U: Pinky promise?
RR: Pinky promise.
[Door closes with a shut and a crash follows. RR has entered another apartment.]
RR: This is an emergency evacuation, everyone here has to leave
U2: Huh? Who are you, freak? Don't come any closer, I'm armed!
RR: Ma'am, I'm sorry for the interruption but this is an emergency evacuation. Everyone has to leave the building. That's why the emergency alarm is going.
U2: And why should I believe you? I bet you’re just trying to rob me!
RR: I assure you, I am not a thief. I am Red Robin, and you are currently standing a floor above a live bomb. Please leave immediately.
--
EXCERPT RED ROBIN PRIVATE COMM 2.12 am
RR: Come here, kitty kitty (mutters) Fuck, where is Robin when he's finally needed?
[CLICK]
RR: Fuck, I think that was the fucking bomb. Oh no, oh no, this is bad. Kitty? KITTY? JEMMA?
[meowing]
RR: Oh thank fuck, come here kitty cat. Be a good kitty. (Shout) OW! FUCK, Why did you do that? Fuck!
[loud mewling. A door closes.]
U: JEMMA!
RR: There, one bad kitty delivered. Please try the shelter on fourth for a place to sleep tonight. There is a live bomb b in the building.
COMMUNICATION LINE 2435 2.15 am
RR: Civilians extracted. Timer has started. I belief there’s enough time to diffuse it
BM: Situation with Ivy is still active. Do what you can RR
[Explosion on BM side, loud cursing]
NW: Jason!
RH: Oh come on, can't a guy have some fun?
BM: Names. And stop using C4 Hood, it aggravates Ivy.
RED ROBIN PRIVATE COMM 2.16am
O: Are you sure you can diffuse it? Harley is unpredictable
RR: I think so. Otherwise all of these people are going to lose their home. The timer was set for half an hour, that should be more than enough time.
O: Call in should the wiring give you any difficulty
RR: Heard.
--2.21 am
RR: this is the bomb but why are there wires running away from it? Where would they even go?
[TICK; TICK; TICK]
RR: Wait, this isn't one bomb, is it? Fuck, there are at least five here.
[TICK; TICK; TICK]
Footage recovered from 11/2/XX, RR'S COWL at 2.22am
//A dark hallway, RR is running and breathing heavily. There are colorful wires running through the entire length of the floor and RR rounds a corner to find even more wires. He curses under his breath. The camera starts to shake as he sniffs the air. The ticking is becoming louder. RR finally finds a stairway, and runs upwards. The ticking seems to follow him and even more wires can be seen. RR rips away some flooring and finds *EVEN* more wires. His breath begins to shutter.
There's a broom closet at the end of the hallway, and RR is still underground. He pushes the door in and hunches close.
RR: No time to get out, no time to get help, oh fuck. C'mon, you've trained for th-
ERROR: NO MORE FOOTAGE CAN BE FOUND (EXIT FILE Y/N)
COMMUNICATION LINE 2453 at 2.21am
SP: Finally, I really thought she had an endless supply of those stupid vines at some point.
BM: Ivy is taken into custody, regroup at the Cave
NW: Sounds good. Anyone know what late night-snack Penny-one made?
R: I asked for so-called ant-on-a-log, so I presume that is what he will make
NW: Aww, I love ants-on-a-log!
RH: FUcking rabbit food. I still have some beef jerky stashed though
BG: No. Ate them
SP: (snickers)
RH: Oh come on, that's just not fair. B say something!
BM: Something
NW: (gasps) Was that a joke! It seems some dreams do come true! I'm so proud of you
[a distant crash]
SP: Ughh, if that's another sneak attack from Ivy I'm giving up.
O: That was the building on the corner foR Robinson and main. Security footage shows an explosion
NW: Wait, wasn’t that the building Tim was in?
NW: RR come in! RR Come in!
NW: This isn't funny RR, come in.
BM: RR report (sharp)
O: His comm line is disturbed, I'm not getting a signal. He can't hear you.
BM: What was his last location?
O: Trackers place him (loud tapping) … still inside the building
RH: FUCK! (the sound of a motorcycle turning on)
RH: I swear, if that fucker managed to blow himself up, I'm gonna haunt him. That’s my shtick, he can get his own thing!
NW: Hood, this isn't the time or place.
RH: I. don't give. a shit. ETA minus one minute
O: Affirmative. The bomb was located in the sub-basement but it looks like the entry will be blocked.
BM: ETA 2 minutes. Hood, engage carefully, There might still be live explosives present
RH: Yeah, yeah, this isn’t my first ride
EXCERPT RED ROBIN PRIVATE COMM; RECOVERED FROM 2.50 am
RR: (groan) what…? Oh no. I got blown up. Fuck. Oracle, comm in.
RR: Oracle…
RR: (calls) Hello, anyone?
RR: Ow, fuck, something must've pierced my thigh.
RR: That's a lot of blood, that can't be good.
RR: HELLO; ANYONE?
RR: Come on Tim, you've got this. You survived Ra’s, you can survive one measly little beam through your thigh. It's not even fully through. (squelch, RR hisses)
RR: Note to self, do not try and move rod. Help is coming, I'll just have to wait.
RR: Is it just me, or does it smell weird here? No, it definitely does… And my rebreather is pierced. Fuck, of course it is. Well, it’s been fun y'all.
//LINK TO CHEMICAL ANALYSIS OF AIR HERE: _____//
AIRBORNE GAS ANALYSIS FROM 11/2/XX:
Results match with drug commonly known as FEAR GAS.
Possible reactions include:
- Increasing bouts of paranoia,
- Sense of Impeding Doom,
- Hallucinations and Nightmares
- Elevated Pulse and constricted Breathing,
- Bouts of Panic and Hopelessness
WARNING:
Untreated FEAR GAS can lead to heart-attacks and eventual death
Continued consumption is not advised.
//EXIT FILE (Y/N)//
RR:I really feel like they should've been here by now. No, I definitely know they're coming. Why wouldn't they? Shut up! SHUT UP! Someones coming. I'm not dying here.
(labored breathing)
RR: The great Red Robin, going out alone in a fucking bomb. I bet RH is pissed (snorts). Of course this is the one night I don't bring fresh compression bandages. That's just karma.
RR:I really don't like the dark, is what I’m learning right now. I would use my phone but my battery would be dead in a few minutes. (nervous tapping)
RR: Hello, is anyone here? ANYONE?
RR: Don't know whatI expected really. Of course nobody’s here
(whispers:) nobodies ever there.
RR:Who's there? I can hear you!
{note O: hallucinations set in at 3.14 am and continue until at least 4.09am }
RR: S-Stay away! I'm armed! No-o, please don't! (screams)
RR: Oh God, someone make him go away. ANYONE; ANYONE PLEASE!!
RR: No, don't touch me! No, I'm not, he wouldn't, he's not.
RR: This is not real (whimpers) This isn't real.
RR: DICK? Please help me, he's going to, going to-
RR: B, B? You're not dead, your'e not DEAD! You can't be! I saved you, I saved you! NO!
RR: Stay away, no I don't. Pru- Please, no, why are you doing this, no I don’t—!
RR: Oh god, oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod, OH GOD, oh god, oh god, oh godohgodohgod
COMMUNICATION LINE 2435 3.11am
RH: There's no way I can get through this, B. There's so much rubble here.
NW: Any sign of Tim?
RH: No, I would bet anything that he's in the basement. Why does a civilian building even have a sub-basement?
O: It was originally one of Scarecrows hide-outs before it got renovated. The sub-basement has been blocked until now, because there are still active fear-gas leaks.
SP: And people live there?
O: It's government housing, actually.
RH: Fuck! Go figure. Sure, why not house these poor fuckers in a building with fear gas.
BM: The bomb was in the sub-basement, correct?
O: Affirmative.
NW: That means he's stuck with fear gas! B, we have to be quicker!
BM: The rubble is not moving. Scanning for life-forms is a negative. Either the basement is shielded or…
O: It is likely shielded as Scarecrow’s hang-out. The comm frequency is non accessible, which would likely also suppress any real vision we have.
NW: B, I think we have to call Superman. These blocks aren't moving and we don't know if Tim's hurt.
EXCERPT RED ROBIN PRIVATE COMM; RECOVERED FROM 3.25 am
RR: Ha ha Ha HA HA HAhahaHa (choking) HahahHaha
RR: Who killed the Cock Robin (humming) I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
RED ROBIN HUMS 13 VERSES OF COCK ROBIN AND ENDS WITH A GIGGLE*
*{link to poem and its history is added here}
All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
RR: I get it now, He's Dick because he's a Cock Robin, isn't he? I bet Dick liked that. I should tell him sometime. Hey, who invited you! (Offended)
RR: I don't like Jokers, please leave
RR: Yes I'm sure, go!
RR: Can't you hear, I said go!
RR: NO, go away!
COMMUNICATION LINE 2435 3.23am
BM: Thank you for coming so quickly, Superman. We appreciate your help.
GUEST COMM 1 (SUPERMAN): It’S no problem. I'll always try and help you. You said the building fell on him?
BM: Situation is unclear, we believe he is still in the sub-basement. Can you look?
SM1: Oh, yeah, he's definitely still in there. I think he's in a closet of some kind? He's muttering something.
BM: Is he hurt?
SM1: I couldn't say. He's definitely delusional.
NW: The fear gas
RH: Fuck
BM: Can you recover him?
SM1: I should, yes. Is there a medvac available?
BM: Yes.
SM1: Okay, I'll do my best.
{Note O: SM1 proceeds to lift the rubble, carefully avoiding further damaging the general stability. It takes approximately 2.45 minutes for him to uncover the stairway down. Batman stays behind because the danger of falling debree is exceedingly high. SM1 recovers RR at precisely 3.28am and immediately transports him to Dr Leslie’s clinic}
INJURY REPRT RED ROBIN; 11.2.XX:
Patient presets with general lacerations and a rod of approximately 3.5 inches width perturbing from his upper thigh. X-ray from SM1 indicate a broken upper femur. No major veins were hit. Patient has significant blood loss and is delusional. Fear gas intoxication evident. Probable concussion, and the onset of an infection. Patient was rushed into emergency surgery to extract rod.
Prescription for antibiotics and pain killers is attached. Patient is recommended to stay inpatient for a minimum of two days and will have at least a month of recovery before the leg will be useable again.
Prior asplenia significantly heighten risk of serious infection, patient is advised to watch out for symptoms and return immediately should an infection develop.
EXIT INJURY REPORT (Y/N)
CCTV FOOTAGE FROM 11.4.XX
A sterile room outside of Leslie's clinic. The medbay in the bat-cave. Tim is sleeping, his leg is bandaged, Bruce is sitting at his bedside.
B: You got so lucky, Tim, so lucky
T: Huh? What?
B: You've woken up, good. Can you tell me where we are?
T: (groans) do we really have to do the check right now, B?
B: Please?
T: We’re in the medbay in the cave. My name's Tim, yours is Bruce and the current president is a fucking joke. We went out because of Ivy and I tried to diffuse a bomb. I gather that didn't work?
B: The building exploded on top of you, Tim. You ingested fear gas and stayed hidden for approximately an hour. You broke your upper thigh, Tim.
T: Ah. Not good?
B: Not good. We were worried.
T: I'm sorry, I'm sure that must've messed Jason up.
B: You could've died down there, Tim.
T: Yeah, but that's the job, isn't it? We could die every night and yet, you've been doing it for like twenty years now.
B: I really wish you wouldn't.
T: And yet, you've never had a said in what any of us decide to do. I know the risk, I’m plenty aware of it.
(Bruce leans forward, wrapping Tim in a surprise hug. The boy stiffens but hugs back)
B : I love you, you know that? I love all of you.
T: Oh, Bruce. (Soft)