Savage said:
-Flash-"Wonderful. And I thought I was the only one having a bad day. This is a helluva time for a coincidence...Waitaminute, is that Oracle you're talking to? Your comm link still works?! What the hell are you waiting for man? We can teleport jeeves to the watchtower!"
-Batman-"..."
-Flash-"Paramedics won't be here in time. The guy's served you since you were in diapers. This is no time to be a tightass about this. We have to get him to the watchtower. His life's in danger!"
OOC: Am I allowed to at least give other characters small responses like that?
OOC: 'Tis cool. Just as long as it's nothing too big or too out of character.
IC:
Usually, I would give Flash a glare or something among those lines for talking down to me like that, but right now I don't care about my respect or anything, just to make sure Alfred doesn't die on me. I press on the link and call on the Watchtower.
"Watchtower, transport signal now! NOW!!"
In seconds myself and Alfred's molecules are unhinged, blasted into outer space, and rearranged in the Watchtower. I pick Alfred up and dash to the Medical Bay, plug him into the IV, and do my best to put the bones back in place and stitch up the wounds, but I'm no Alfred, Alfred's the one I'm trying to save.
After ten minutes I've done all that I can. I know there's more that needs to be done, but I just don't know.
I hate that feeling.
In a fit of enlightenment, I turn on my comm, walk to the teleportation room, and page to Leslie. After frequent needs of communication to each other when we were there, someone, I think it was Barbra, got the bright idea on giving Leslie a comm, risky, but it works.
"Hello?"
"Leslie, I'm transporting you to the JL Watchtower, just so you know." In a second I lock her signal in and she appears in the room.
"Alright...NOW I've expierenced everything," she comments, "now what's going on?"
"Alfred's been hurt, this was the fastest way to give him medical attention." I walk back to the Medical Room, with Leslie at my heels.
"Hurt? Why didn't you take him to my clinic? Treat him at the Cave?"
"Everything's destroyed." Her widened eyes express her emotion.
"How?"
"...Tim. I can't explain right now." We arrive at the medical room and she checks him over. "I did as much as I could, but I'm not as good as you, I needed your help."
"Alright, just please wait outside, I'll tell you when I've done a complete look over."
I do so and I just hope and prey that he isn't too hurt. I don't want to bury any more of my family...