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Wondering again to himself, why he had let this Iron Lad convince him to help him out from time to time was beyond Damian as he saw the man quite literally fall into his office clutching a stab wound that was pouring out blood. Damian sighed as he got up and omved towards him stranging to get him up—it would have been easier if he was still practicing—and onto a medical cot. Being a young but very respetive doctor got him perks like being able to put viglantes into unoccupied medical beds. Though then again this hospital had the habit of taking in viglantes. He should have thought of that before working here honestly.
Iron Lad had already taken his suit off, which he would have had to do to be able to get stab with something like that, and hemltet leaving only a maks covering his eyes. It was something that many viglantes—Damian would know—do to keep their identities hidden. Though most doctors and nurses here already knew it was better not acknowledge it.
Grabbing the readies to disinfect and to do stitches he comes over to Iron Lad who was grinning at him like a mad man, only considering the fact that he was in fact stabbed. Though people like that always had a high pain tolerance—like he himself had—so it was not to be surprising.
“Miss me?” Iron Lad asked teasing tone with his thick southern accent, even as Damian went striaght to disinfecting the wound making him wince.
“Not particularly since it was only yesterday I saw you. And you always drag blood that I will have to clean up later. So no in fact, I did not miss you.” Damian shot back as he pulled his long dark black hair out of way so he could sitch up the wound easier. Now is there any weird magic stuff I need to worry about or alien wepornary? Iron Lad shook his head no so Damian went on. If there was any of the forementioned stuff he would need to get the senior doctor to deal with it.
“Hey Damian could you-” One of his coworkers, Emily if he remembered correctly, came in to ask him something that was when she saw the viglante on the bed. She tensed up and went away towards the door without saying much. Then again she always was one to be wary of the viglantes—he wondered sometimes how she would react if she knew his past—so this was not surprising.
I“ have had this downright awful case.” Iron Lad complained not understanding that him talking was making this harder for Damian to be able to do. With the potion of the wound everytime he breathed/talked it moved. Usually Damian would say something to him but he could not deny the interset—you are not in this life you should not be thinking about it—that Iron Lad saying that had piqued.
“Its just, there is this serial killer, at least I think so, but there is nothing connecting the cases other then they call an ambulance afterwards. Which makes me think they are connected in some way but the rest of the team dosent think so.” But that is such a weird thing to do for multiple cases so it has got to be right. Maybe, they want them to die in the hostpital? Get the deaths to go up and ruin a hostpitals reputaion? Or perhaps even shut it down? Wait no, I should not be thinking about this.I am done with that life and have a great new one. But they arent near locations so it cant be that. Damians thoughts were spylaring. Stop. You dont want this anymore.
“I wonder why though, yknow. There is no motive to speak of, maybe these cases are just not linked, but why call the ambulance?” Iron Lad reletns to Damian as he is doing sitches clearly not knowing when to stop talking.
“I guess, you just have to go with your gut.” Damian replies trying to focus on sitching up the moving viglante. And trying not to spyrail about the past. He is here and he is now and he is not going back to that hell.
“Yeah, but I dont know what my gut is trying to say . It all seems to weird.” Iron Lad gorans out and Damian cant help the thoughts about the possiabiltes that comes to his head. Maybe if he just voiced something. Just something.
“Have you considered a medical reason prehaps?” What am I doing? Damians brain shouted at him. You said multiple times that you did not what this. Why are you doing this? Trying desperately to stay focused on what his hands were doing.
“Tried that came up with nothing.” As Iron Lad speaks Damina feels as though he is losing anyway to think forcing the words out to stop this. Because he needs to stop whatever he is doing. Well I have no other idea. Are the blood types the same? His brain says instead and he trying to quickly finish this.
“Yeah I know. Thanks for letting kinda vent this to you, your a good listener.” Iron Lad states with almost joy as Damian finishes up washing his hands. He feels like he is not in his brain right now.
“Tch, I wouldnt need to focus as hard if you just kept so still. ”He says though he is not to sure that it makes sense. H wasnt sure what was going on around him.
“Yeah, yeah sure. Anyways got to run bye!”
“Please don- and he is already gone.”
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“No race, no sexual prensfences.”
“They all died in different ways.”
“There was different wepons used.”
“For some reason they all bleed out just enough to die in the hospital.”
All of things that Iron Lad has told him over time has started to infest his mind it feels like. He is not sure he can escape the thoughts. Everything he knows is just haunting him in way.
“So are you able to make it to family dinner? I know Dick would be happy to see you.” His yougest oldest brother asks clearly hoping he would come. He hasnt been around lately and it was because he felt suffocated by all the vigilante stuff going around him. His family is concerned this Damian knew. But for some reason even the idea of being around more viglantes, though they dont talk about it when he is around for his sake. Other then funny stories or interesting cases. Which has made it feel more like they are talking about true crime then anything. But it still feels to much.
“I will see.” Damian replies as he has said every week since. He could feel his brothers disappointment throught the phone. Damian knows that he will not be the only one asking about it. “So, how did that date go?”
“It went fine. There was a pause on the phone then he picked up again. “ Damian if you are going throught something- You have just hung up would you like to call again? Press 1 if yes. Do not disturb is on now. You can have a reminder to turn it back off in 1 hour. Or any time typed in. Would like that? Confirm that you would not. Have a great day.”
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“Damian, you know your patient Ms. Lur?” A nurse asks looking at him with concern. Damian was quite confused what was going on for her to look like this.
“Yes is she all right?” Damian was now very concerned because if something was that wrong since he last saw he, which was not that long ago. If something was to change that quickly-
“She was murdered. You dont need to worry about the death certifcate or pronouncing her dead, Lisa has that covered-” In that moment all Damian could think about is the murders going on. Were they all organ doners like Ms. Lur had just become? The timing was to suspicions.
“How did she die?” Damian asks interuputing the Nurse who was talking to him about this.
“She was cut and bleed out of her sides until she had to much blood loss.” The nurse responded and Damian was reeling. It was just like the other victims. They all had to be organ doners. Without saying anything he had gotten up and started walking to his part of the office grabbing a burner that had Iron Lads contact and the rest of the teams in case something bad happened.
Picking it he started typing and was just about to send it when he heard the door open. Lisa came into the room. He didnt pay any mind to it looking back down at his phone and sending the text. That was then when he heard the door shut and lock. Just as he sent it he looked up to see Lisa standing there with a gun in her hand. Acting on instinct he hid the message on his side of the conversation before dropping the phone and puttting his hands up as to not scare her to shot.
“Lisa, what is going on?” Damian asks slowly and as calmly as he could looking in her eyes.
“You know. You know what is going on and you are going to tell. I know who you work with Damian.” Lisa says stepping closer holding the gun tighter. “I am going to- Ah!” At her shout Iron Lad busted through the door behind her pushing her to the ground and keeping her there.
“I was just coming to see what you were going on about when I heard you were stuck in here.” Iron Lad said looking at Damian with tenseness that Damian usually does not see with him. “You okay?”
“She was the one who did the killings.” Damian said going off about what was going on once he had finished the police had shown up since they were called, the other staff members had seen her go in there. Explaining again what happened to police she went to the cop car.
“How did you know to do all that?” Iron Lad eventually asked. It was late in the evening at the point that they were done.
“That is for me to know and only me.” Damian said and Iron Lad gave him a look. “ Could you do me a favor?”
“Depends.”
“Could you fly me over to my house, I have a family dinner I need to get to.”