"Alfred, I'm on my way to the Batcave. I have Shayera with me but she's in critical condition. Prep the stitching equipment, the x-ray machines, gauze, and the blood testing syringes and computer."

"Right away sir, I await your arrival."

Shayera had been unconscious for quite some time now and Batman was praying she wasn't in a coma or under some toxin. Using one of his hands to steer the Batmobile, he employed the other to rub his eyes. He had been up for approximately thirty-two hours and the adrenaline he had during the fight had worn off, making him even more tired. Much to his relief, he was only two minutes from the entrance to the Batcave. He figured fixing Shayera up would take some time but he was getting closer and closer to being able to sleep for hours. Taking a quick glance at her through the rear view mirror, Batman furrowed his brow in frustration. Joker had not only beaten and broken Shayera's body, but she was covered in dirt, dust, mud, spider-webs, and other things you find in unoccupied industrial spaces. Cleaning her up would be another challenge.

'Looks like I'll have to raincheck blissful slumber,' Batman thought as he rolled his eyes.

The Batmobile pulled through the secret entrance to the Batcave at remarkable speeds. However Batman was not afraid of crashing into anything as he had equipped the driveway entrances to slow down any cars pulling through at over sixty miles an hour. In Batman's case, he was going ninety seven so he had to step on the breaks as well. The tires abruptly stopped rolling as sparks flew from the breakpads as they began to slow the car. Finally the automobile screeched to a halt and Batman leaped out. He grabbed Shayera, bridal style, and headed over to the medical table. Her head, arms, and legs hung limply from his arms. Alfred instantly paled as he saw the sight of her. Her majestic white wings were no longer angelic and pure as they once were. Instead, they were deformed, ruffled, and grey. Her red locks were now grimy and filthy and her skin was covered with gashes and bruises.

Batman gently placed her down on the table, being wary of her battered wings. Alfred handed him the x-ray machine and he began to scan her body to see which bones were broken.

"Her left radius is fractured, she has multiple broken ribs, a crack in her right cheek bone, a dislocated shoulder. She has broken phalanges and a broken fibula in her right leg. As for her wings, she has broken metacarpals in both as well as fractured scapulas and ulnas. She's in really bad shape on the skeletal system Alfred."

"My word...Sir, what are we going to do?"

"For starters, we're going to have to realign her fractured bones so that her body can clear away the old fragments and begin fixing her up. After that we will have to put her in multiple casts. As for her wings I think we'll need to preen the feathers which have come loose and then we will cast and bandage the entirety of both her wings. But we need to do these last because firstly she has multiple cuts that need to be stitched and second, she needs to be cleaned up."

"Alright Master Bruce. Here is the stitching equipment. I'll get to work on cleaning the surrounding area of this large gash on her forehead. Then you can stitch it. We'll use this strategy for all the other cuts. I will be cleaning one of the cuts while you are stitching the previous one."

"Alright Alfred, let's get to work."

After multiple cuts were stitched up, Batman began cleaning out Shayera's wings. It was a tedious job because they were broken. He would need to be very careful when removing the displaced feathers. Half-an-hour later, the job was done and together, Bruce and Alfred used wet sponges to clean up her wings till they were glowing with awe once again, only now they looked a bit ragged. Now that the preening was done, Batman wrapped them both in bandages and hard casting.

All of a sudden, Shayera's eyes shot open and she rolled off the table. Staggering, she grabbed her mace and lifted it up in a defensive position.

"Shayera it's alright. You aren't in any danger." Bruce said.

Shayera spread her wings in an attempt to fly but reeled in pain and fell to the floor, screaming in agony.

"My wings! What have you done to them!?"

She then went completely feral and shoved Alfred out of the way as he tried to restrain her. She then barreled into Bruce, knocking him onto the ground. He didn't want to hurt her so he chose to pick her up and pin her to the wall. However, he had forgotten about her mace, which she swung into the left side of his rib cage sending him into a glass cabinet, which shattered on impact. She then charged at him again but she was sloppy, and despite the fact that Bruce was dazed and in immense pain, he was still able to exploit this weakness. He waited till she got closer and then he stepped to her side as she hit nothing but air with her mace. He then put her in a chokehold and pushed a pressure point making her drop her nth metal weapon.

"Alfred, inject her with the anesthetic!"

Alfred hustled as best as he could and stuck a needle into Shayera, who was using her elbow to punch Bruce in the spot she had hit him in with her mace previously. Within moments, she went limp and passed out in Batman's arms. He gently pushed her off of him and slowly stood, clutching his left side.

"Master Bruce, are you alright?"

"Y-yes Alfred..."

Alfred's eyes widened as he saw Bruce slump into a chair and begin coughing up blood.

"Sir you have a collapsed lung! Three of your middle ribs are broken and a jagged edge has punctured your lung!" Alfred said as he scanned Wayne with the x-ray device.

Alfred quickly helped Bruce to the medical table Shayera was on and put him under anesthetic, of course after putting Shayera in a holding cell so that if she were to wake up and lose her mind again she wouldn't kill Alfred. Alfred then began the procedure of sticking a tube through the chest wall of Bruce. This would suck out the excess air and puss. While it did this, he bandaged Batman up around the waste, up to about an inch under his pectorals. Now that both Bruce and Shayera were taken care of, Alfred left the cave, allowing both of them to rest. Bruce would be out for the night, as would Shayera. Alfred hoped Bruce would choose to rest for at least a few days, but knew he would probably see him in the morning, pulling the tube out of his chest.

Looking over his shoulder, Alfred fondly smiled at Bruce being in peace. For once, there was no worry, work, stress, fear, or any ailment on his face. He was expressionless and was completely unbothered. Alfred then flicked the lights off and went to sleep as well.