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When it all began, Leslie didn't think anything of it. The exterior of the clinic is often tagged with graffiti of some sort or another. It's an inevitability in the East End. It's always painted over in the first 12 hours. It seems to discourage others, albeit briefly. Several days later, someone chucked a brick through her office window. She happened to be in it at the time. She wondered if her heart would ever stop racing. It turned out to be a brick chiseled out of the cornerstone. Then the lobby was vandalized on a rare night when she'd actually slept at home for a change. Overturned chairs. Computers smashed. Office supplies scattered everywhere. There was also more graffiti on the walls. In a chaos of colors and unrecognizable symbols, there was a single word neatly sprayed in white.

Leave.

Date: 2014-10-10 01:15 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Tidying up)
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"Oh, dear."

With all the delicacy of ... well, of a butler who has been in service to an extraordinary family for decades, Alfred Pennyworth picked his way through the debris, nudging a wastepaper basket upright again with the tip of his furled umbrella. He tsked quietly at the sight.

Date: 2014-10-11 12:12 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Concerned)
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"If I may." The phrase has no terminal lift, for it is not a question, and he does not wait for her permission before he sets his umbrella aside and doffs his coat, draping it neatly over a chair before he begins to tidy in earnest.

The patient records he leaves to her privileged eyes, but nothing else will escape his attention.

Date: 2014-10-11 01:23 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
Discreetly, he photographs the graffiti. For the police, yes, for the niceties must be observed.

Though naturally he will share them with others, too, for justice must be done.

Date: 2014-10-11 02:15 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Tidying up)
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Evidence gathered, Alfred sees to the chairs, tsking again when he finds one with damaged casters. "I fear this requires more repair than I am equipped to make at present," he apologises.

Date: 2014-10-11 02:49 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Default)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
The inclination of his head suggests a bow, a minimal gesture that conveys his respect for her and for her wishes, and does not impede his carrying out of her order.

When he returns, he clears his throat, ever so delicately. "Is there anyone else we should contact for assistance tonight?"

Date: 2014-10-11 03:25 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Tidying up)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
He makes a mental note to speak with Miss Barbara about an electronic medical record system. A safe one. Surely such a product exists, or can be created? Anything that could spare Leslie Thompkins, MD, from looking like the last defender of Mount Badon.

"Perhaps," he suggests, "I could assist in gathering them." He has some practice at not seeing things.

Date: 2014-10-11 05:08 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (With Dr. Thompkins)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"I would never apply such a word to you, dear lady." Alfred begins ferrying files over to her, apparently taking no notice of the names. Of course, a well-trained servant is not obvious.

A, B, and C. Hm. Inexorably he is reminded of the Agatha Christie novel.

Date: 2014-10-11 07:10 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Refreshments)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"Ah. Yes. Well." Alfred hands her the latest pile he's retrieved. "There's an excellent remedy for that. Allow me." With a small smile and a half-bow, he vanishes into the staff break room.

Approximately 10 minutes later, he returns bearing a small steaming cup. "Do forgive the delay," he says gravely, "but I had to improvise a French press from the available materials."

Date: 2014-10-11 08:22 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (With Dr. Thompkins)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"Ah, not I, dear lady." He offers her the cup with great ceremony. "I merely establish the conditions in which a miracle may occur."

Date: 2014-10-11 09:12 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"Ah, that would make my visits rare indeed," Alfred replies. His compensation is made up of more than his salary, after all. "I should prefer to see you as often as I would wish." He gazes around the clinic. "In happier circumstances," he amends.

Date: 2014-10-11 09:32 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
Somehow his umbrella has reappeared in his hand ... and he brings it up in a fencer's salute to the good lady doctor.

Date: 2014-10-11 09:49 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"At a moment's notice? At a lady's need, I should say." He lowers the umbrella. "Dear doctor ... who would array themselves against you?"

Date: 2014-10-11 09:58 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Tidying up)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"Then permit me to perform another service for you." His shoulders straighten. "Let me lend mine own efforts to yours, so that we may find and route whoever has raised their hand against you."

Date: 2014-10-11 11:50 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
His head cants and his eyes gleam. "What other incidents?"

Really, it's a shame Master Bruce didn't know of this earlier. Though Master Bruce is not always forthcoming with what he knows.

Date: 2014-10-12 12:49 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
Alfred clasps his hands behind him, frowning. "Have others on this block suffered similar indignities?"

Date: 2014-10-12 01:16 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Tidying up)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
Which does not, of course, mean no, they haven't.

"A few discreet enquiries might be in order," Alfred muses. "That part of the investigation I shall leave in your capable hands." She is, after all, a neighbourhood fixture.

Date: 2014-10-12 01:35 am (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Concerned)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
Alfred levels his frown on her. "Is that related to dust? You appear rather pale."

Date: 2014-10-12 05:28 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Eyes raised to heaven)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
Oh, this will never do.

Alfred holds out a hand to her. "Come," he commands.

Date: 2014-10-12 05:51 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
"We have tea at Wayne Manor," he says firmly, wasting no time in shepherding her to the clinic door. "We also have guest rooms. The one you prefer is currently unoccupied and therefore available."

Date: 2014-10-12 06:11 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Default)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
He does not pause. "Then I shall arrange for a locum tenens to serve in your place. One who is not immunocompromised." The look he levels on her is a fearsome one indeed. "Not that I would dream of telling a physician how foolish it is for her to see patients when she herself is recovering from a serious viral infection."

Date: 2014-10-12 06:43 pm (UTC)
bat_tlebutler: (Eyes raised to heaven)
From: [personal profile] bat_tlebutler
As they exit the clinic, Dr. Thompkins can see that the black sedan outside has, miraculously, remained unmolested by the local riff and raff. Perhaps they've mistaken it for a mobster's car.

Alfred opens the passenger door and gives her a little bow, one outstretched hand clearly indicating that she should seat herself therein, buckle up, and prepare to be chauffeured away to Wayne Manor.

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