Authors Note: All righty! I have seen "Batman Begins" and OMG! Mr. Wayne is just utterly amazing. The best Batman since Michael Keaton! Naturally I had to do a fic. It was either this or homework. Feedback is welcome!
Lucius Fox scurried across the parking lot of a young woman he knew. A young woman that could help Master Wayne better then he and Alfred. Their first aid skills were good, but when it came to internal injuries, they needed to get in touch with people who had attended med school.
Athena Merozikki who just happened to have her own clinic which was opened 24 hours.
"Is she discreet," Alfred had asked, hunched over the young man he had raised, in the back of Lucius's Jeep.
Lucius had known Athena since her mother had given birth to her, giving Gotham's biggest crime boss his only daughter, his prized and beloved daughter. She had grown up around organized crime and thugs: she lived discreetly.
"Do you trust her," Alfred had asked.
Lucius had taken his own children to her clinic many times.
He trusted her with his life.
When he pushed the glass door opened the receptionist glanced up, smiled at him and waved, "Good evening Mr. Fox. How are you?"
With a large broad smile he addressed young Ares Merozikki, "Is your sister here?"
The teenage boy nodded and pointed toward the hall, "She's in her office, Sir."
With a nod the older man strolled through the reception area of the pristene office. Not only did it have full clientel, it had family funding. Which was one of the reasons the exquistely decorated office never had fallen victim to robbery.
It was a known fact whose daughter ran the clinic.
It was a deathwish to harm such a precious member of the Merozikki Crime Family.
When Fox stood outside the office of Athena and looked in he saw the beloved daughter standing at her desk, looking over paperwork. The paleness of her skin defied her Greek Heritage, her black hair was far too straight but her dark eyes, they flamed as if they channeled the ancient diety she had been named after.
Lucius cleared his throat and she glanced up.
Upon seeing him her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose, "You're out late Fox. What's the problem?"
Unlike the other nurses in the clinic, Athena simply wore jeans and a white shirt underneath her lab coat. Her long black hair pulled back in a braid and on her feet were basic hiking boots.
"Athena, I have a friend whom was harmed in a car accident. But I need strict secrecy. You cannot utter a word of his being here. Or speak of him at all."
A smile curled on her full lips.
She reached for her tools: a BP cuff, stethascope, sissors, tourniquet, and beeper, putting it all in various places. "Mum is the word."
Satisfied, Lucius calmly led her out of the office, out of the clinic, into the night and to his vehicle as if there was not a problem in the world. Only the full moon gave hint of any problem.
Lucius opened the truck and first Athena spotted a white hair man perched over a black whale.
Then the shape took form in the dim lights of the Jeep.
Upon recognizing the suit she made a noise, "I see…ok, I'm going to go get a stretcher. Have him naked when I get back here."
Alfred nodded and she turned to her friend placing a hand on his wrist, "Naked as a baby. I don't want any evidence of Batboy in my clinic."
At that she ran across the dark parking lot.
Fox turned to Alfred who had begun to dismantle the suit. "Where do you want me store this?"
The hands of the old butler trembled. They went cold when blood oozed from between the suit as it was removed. "Wayne Manor…please. You can select a automobile from the garage until I can have this cleaned of Master Wayne's Blood."
Inside the private wing of the clinic later that night…
Alfred watched the nurse practicioner finish sewing up the last of the incision she had made to remove a shard of metal.
Three x-rays, a cat-scan, and two minor incisions later Bruce Wayne lay under heavy sedation in his own privare room, under the watchful eyes of his childhood guardian.
"The bleeding is all under control now?"
It had been the third time he had asked that question.
With the patience of a saint, Athena finished her sewing, "Yes. I'll want Mr. Wayne to remain here overnight at the shortest for observation. Are you familiar with heart monitors?"
Without a second thought Alfred nodded.
She finsihed and began to knot the clear thread she had been using with two hemostats. "I'll leave it on for you then." When she finished her knotting she cut the excess thread, "I would like to stress though, before Mr. Wayne takes part in anymore community service, I would make sure his ribs heal. If they are broken completely he stands a good chance of lacerating his liver."
Alfred looked over Bruce's handsome face.
Six stitches that would never scar stitched a deep gash upon his hairline. The young man had a black eye and scratches that marred his neck and cheek. Bruce had been very lucky his suit was so strong. He had almost lost the night's earlier fight.
Refusing to sit, Alfred nodded, "Yes Ma'am."