bakerstreet | minor injuries;

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minor injuries;

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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The antiseptic didn't bother her, and aside from some muscle twitches she didn't react. Something else had already mauled this man, and so far he wasn't going against his word. There was no need to give him new wounds to sport.

Charlie. Do you?

She already knew that people called him Scarecrow, but that was no more a name than Joker or Penguin. Those were monikers they used for their criminal lifestyles. If he was going to know her name, why shouldn't she know his?

Scarecrow got a little bolder as she made no move to harm him, applying more liquid to stop the bleeding. If she really had been a wild animal there was no doubt that he would have had to restrain her in order to fix her up.

"Most people call me the Scarecrow," He replied, putting the antiseptic away for now. "But you already knew that, didn't you?" If she had seen his work, and been in Gotham long enough, surely she did. "Dr. Jonathan Crane."

He next got out the disinfectant, soaking a cotton ball in it and applying it to her back leg wounds.

Yes, I did. It's a pleasure to know your real name.

And it was, in a way. Charlie could easily be polite as long as she was being treated with respect, and thus far he was doing just that. Respect went a long way with her, as she was accustomed to being treated with fear or disdain. Really, she would have like to be normal so people didn't run when they saw her.

Her muscles twitched again, mostly because she wasn't used to being touched. Aside from the team that had created her, no one dared to touch Charlie. She wasn't exactly a loving, friendly house cat.

"It's not exactly a big secret."

Batman knew his real name, as did the police and the other villains. Was there any criminal in Gotham who actually had a secret identity? Batman inevitably figured it out sooner or later.

Once her wounds were disinfected, Crane brought out a surgical needle and thread. He disconnected his gauntlet for now and slipped it off, setting it aside for now. No need to poke her on accident. "Ms. Kyle might get jealous if she knew there was another big cat in Gotham."

The talking was mostly to keep her distracted while he began to sew up her back leg wounds.

I haven't been in Gotham long.

Charlie wasn't sure why she had chosen such a notoriously foul city. Maybe it was because she thought it would be easier to hide, or that she'd fit in to the smallest degree. The latter was a ridiculous dream, but it was fairly easy to hide in Gotham, at least.

She growled softly when he began to stitch her up. It was an annoying thing to have to endure, and a bit embarrassing, but at least she didn't have to find the supplies herself.

I'm guessing you mean the Catwoman.

Though she didn't know the woman's real name, it wasn't exactly rocket science to make the connection.

"That would be her, yes."

Crane didn't deal much with Ms. Kyle, thanks to a mutual dislike of one another. Most of his schemes didn't call for a cat burglar anyway.

Scarecrow held onto Charlie's leg as he worked, to try and keep her as still as possible, only pausing when she spoke with him on the computer. As least she wasn't trying to kick him.

"Gotham is home to some colorful fellows. Some more colorful than the rest." Literally, in the case of the Joker and Dr. Quinzel.

Once he was done with the stitches, he retrieved the roll of bandages and began wrapping her back leg up.

I doubt anyone would be jealous of something like me.

Becoming what she was today hadn't been an easy journey, and if another person was envious she'd deliver them to Arkham herself. It was all a blur of pain, training and general inhumane treatment. She wouldn't opt to go through such a thing again no matter what benefits it might have. It wasn't worth it.

With the stitching done she relaxed a bit more, allowing him to bandage the wound with no problem. As long as he played nice, she would play nice. Despite being built for the task, Charlie didn't enjoy killing people. She didn't even like it when they ran away from her, but she was growing accustomed to that.

I've heard of a man called Riddler. He interests me. Intelligent people in general do.

"That would be Edward Nygma," Crane told her. "He's quite intelligent, yes, if you can stand his ego."

Edward was easy to manipulate, if you knew how to play into his arrogance and egotistical nature. Crane had done it before. Let the man think he was in a pissing contest with Batman or any of the other rogues.

He got to work wrapping her front legs as well, to keep the smaller cuts from getting infected. "I happen to fancy myself quite intelligent as well."

If you weren't, you would have dismissed me as a beast and done away with me by now. Or tried to, anyway.

Edward Nygma. She was sure she could find him if she chose to. Perhaps even through Crane, depending on the nature of their relationship. Charlie just wasn't sure if he'd have to hate the man or like him to send her his way.

Everyone has an ego, but in the case of egos, size does matter.

"I might have. I'm no animal tamer, and mind control is more Jervis Tetch's field. Though I could certainly find a use for a mutant cat creature who's sentient."

Scarecrow secured the last of her cuts and began to put away the first aid supplies, satisfied with his work. As long as she didn't do anything to open up her stitches.

"The Joker might have us all beaten in terms of ego. The last person who said he wasn't funny wound up suffering a rather painful demise."

And what sort of use would that be?

The idea of somehow being useful to him wasn't an appealing one, though she had expected him to want some kind of repayment for helping her. As long as he realized that Charlie wasn't some kind of pet, she supposed she could return the favor somehow.

I've heard of him, but never met him. Most people aren't very eager to meet me, for obvious reasons, I'm sure.

"Trust me, he's not the sort you want to get involved with. He and Harley seem to prefer hyenas anyway."

Crane put the first aid kit back in its proper place before returning to her side, pulling up a chair so he could sit down next to the operating table. At least this way they were closer to eye-level.

"I imagine most find you intimidating, which I can think of several uses for. Not to mention whatever power allows you to communicate with me through the computer."

Charlie huffed. Hyenas. She thought of them as dirty, ungraceful animals with little appeal. But to each their own. She didn't trust Crane's advice on who to associate with, but let them have their stinking, noisy creatures. It was probably best to avoid them, as she had no qualms over killing animals for a snack.

Though she was sore, she got to her paws and laid down, making eye contact with him. Just in case he wanted to try anything now, she was ready to strike. Or if one of his thugs came back in. They hadn't left a good impression at all.

Just then, Jonathan's phone sounded off, indicating that he'd received a text message. The sender was unknown.

Yes, most people are intimidated by me. And I can communicate with you this way if it's more convenient.

Scarecrow fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at the text message. It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was from.

"Well, it will save me the trouble of having to crane my head over." He didn't put his phone away, since this was to be her chosen method of communication. "Just imagine how much more terrifying you would be to anyone exposed to my toxin?"

And why would I want to terrify people? What I want is to be accepted as an intelligent being.

True, Crane seemed to appreciate her intelligence, but she wanted more people to do the same. She wasn't a hyena or some average feline. She was a creature capable of complex thought and most tasks any human could do.

Crane wondered if it were possible to make some sort of device that would function as a voice synthesizer for her, to make communication even easier. His phone had text-to-speech, but reading the text was much faster for him so he didn't see the point.

"If you were to seek out Edward he'd likely have you maul anyone who dares threaten his intelligence, or have you scatter those silly riddles he does so love. Stick with me and nobody will ever treat you like an animal again."

She tilted her head, watching him thoughtfully for a moment. His thugs had certainly treated her like an animal, and two lay torn apart on Gotham's streets because of it, but as soon as she had proven she could communicate Crane hadn't treated her like a beast. Still, she knew he wanted her beastly form. That would inspire more terror in his victims. Not her mind.

Playing riddles with Nygma wasn't very appealing either. She wasn't some kind of errand runner.

Oh? And why should I believe that? Why would you even trust me? Two of your men are piles of meat because of me.

"They are easily replaceable," Crane replied. "Blackgate is always full of convicts."

Gotham didn't have a whole lot of opportunities for unrepentant murderers, rapists and others of the like. The ones in prison for petty crimes and drug charges only came to work for the rogues if they were truly desperate. Plus, people like Crane wanted the sort who wouldn't hesitate to follow orders to kill or maim. Those sort usually hoped they would get street credit for working for 'the big time crooks'.

"From what I can see, you have nowhere to go, and Gotham will eat you alive if you get on the wrong person's bad side. I can appreciate intelligence too."

I have nowhere to go, yet I have everywhere to go.

She could leave Gotham just as easily as she had come, probably before any big time criminals (besides Scarecrow) noticed her. Charlie was good at being nowhere and everywhere at the same time, in that she could easily slink from here to there without being noticed.

Still, she was willing to hear him out.

What is it you want from me?

"You seem to have some control over electrical devices. How extensive is this ability?"

If she could hack security systems, like alarms or cameras, that would be quite useful. Or if it just extended to sending messages, that could also come in handy for him. He could send his men orders silently, or have false orders sent in order to get security guards away. Not to mention the possibilities if she could control electronic devices other than computers.

I could shut down power to everything in this entire building right now if I wanted to. Including cell phones and other such devices.

It still involved her beastly form rather than her intelligence, but at least he was thinking outside the box. Apparently he had more in mind for her than just scaring people after all. Now she was curious to know where the cogs in his mind were turning.

"Interesting."

Oh, he could already see the possibilities in such an ability. Blacking out an entire building, including security systems, or computer terminals. Possibly even shutting down the Bat's electronic devices. And if her control over electronics was that extensive, he could already picture hijacking multiple devices for his purpose.

"I can also help you get back at the people who did this to you, if you like."

It isn't worth the bother. The damage is done. Besides, I might need them for something someday.

She decided to demonstrate her ability by shutting off the radios in the building. If those were the only way his men stayed in contact, they would be quite out of touch.

"If you insist," Crane droned.

With her sitting there and him sitting in a chair, it was almost like being a therapist again. Him in the small chair and the patient on the couch. Though he'd never had a mutant for a patient. Perhaps it was time for a true test of her intelligence.

"It frightens you, doesn't it? The idea of being caged like a beast, or used like one would an animal?"

Nice try, but I wouldn't tell a man who enjoys terrifying people what my fears are. Those things simply annoy me. Were you in my place, would you want to be treated like a beast?

She maintained eye contact, not even blinking as she sent the message. Charlie wasn't going to fall for that, or anything else he tried to weasel her fears out of her. His only hope for that was his toxin, and he should have known it.

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