Owner	Pose
River Banks	June 20. Close to elven in the evening, a message got sent to one of the burner phones Jason had attached to the gift card that Riptide had gotten on the promise to not rob banks -- at least in Gotham City. It was coming from a New York number, an jailbroken smartphone on the cheaper side of things on one of those bargain networks.     "Hey, Hood. Ordinarily wouldn't call. Ever. And you don't owe me any favors, but... it's bad. I got no one else I can call. I need help."     And then the sound of murmured talking, and a thump before the message cut. Triangulating the signal and tracking the phone would bring an address and approximate level of the apartment in one of the bad areas of New York City, comparable on a good day to Gotham.     There's blood on the stairs leading up to the apartment. A door with a decently sized stain against it. The Red Hood gift card (not acceptable at any burger places that share a name with a different Red Feathered Person) was sticking out of the bottom, dropped and the door closed in haste.     It was definitely Riptide, and she sounded like she was in a lot of pain and trouble.
Jason Todd	Red Hood didn't expect a call. In fact he didn't expect this experiment to result in anything positive. Still, sometimes the most unlikeliest of things can surprise. Given the serious tone of the message, it seems like a successful failure on the face of it all. However he offered help if she needed it and he intends to make good on that. Arriving at the determined address, the well armored vigilante makes his way up to the apartment. Seeing the blood, he frowns and listens. Reaching down, he reclaims the card and then slowly eases the door open to check the interior of the apartment.
River Banks	The door was locked, but let's face it. The locks in this place weren't really meant to hold anything.     With some difficulty it's pushed open. The apartment is... cramped. That would be generous. And Spartan. Which would also be generous. There's a dirty frying pan on the two-burner stove, some spaghettios forgotten forlornly on the side. There's the ticking of a clock on the wall that's giving the wrong time. The phone that presumably the call had come from was set on the counter, near a pair of stools. No room for a kitchen table.     There's a tablet charging on a holder on the wall. There's some bits and bobs -- carjack used to open doors. A couple of RFID copiers. A whiteboard with the WiFi password (R10GR4N722910!) and a worn couch.     And Riptide looks like Hell. The right side of her face is busted up. She's in a tank top, and it's obvious that someone's stuffed gauze and tapped it in place. There's still some bloodstain from oozing out. She's pale, her hair matted, lip split pretty badly. The cut on her chin had re-opened and was being held together with a Superman-brand Band-Aid. Her eyes are closed, her breathing shallow. Blood loss definitely looked like a concern, with her fingers slightly bluish and twitching.     It looks like someone had been packing things; there are two backpacks and a duffle bag with clothes.
Jason Todd	The thing about being a Robin -- former. Robin. -- is that the qualifications to gain that title give a significant advantage even after changing job descriptions. A single look around the room is enough to gather those details and to make an intial assessment of Riptide's current state of poor health. "Riptide" he calls quietly. Moving over to her he looks down. "What happened?" It's asked while he begins to look for himself, searching for the source of the obvious bloodloss.
River Banks	That and the obvious amount of lacerations. There's a sweatshirt and a ripped tee being held against her side. She opens one eye, the would-be bank robber breathing out in a soft, pained huff. "Would you beleive that... borrowing money from a guy named The Blood Bull an' involved in the Dixie Mafia is a *horrible* idea?" she asks, and then she points to her ear.     "Well. Someone wasn't happy that a payment didn't get made, on account of someone shooting me with... fff..reaking... taser bullets." she mutters crossly, and lifts the wad of cloth.     There's almost a dozen of them. Deep lacerations, splitting through her skin. "So he sent someone to make a reminder that I missed a payment in the form of some... giant guy with sharp claws." she states, tilting her head slightly.     "Byron Buller. Asshole."
Jason Todd	"Should have known that before you did it." Not a much sympathy here. "Let me see" Red Hood says quietly as he seeks a better view of the wounds. "I didn't pack an ER room full of supplies. I'm going to have to take you to someone who can do this right." Looking around, at the two packs he asks, "Are you alone?"
River Banks	"Yeah, well, I would have had enough to make the payment. Medical bills are murder." she replies back with a little sarcasm, but she does lift her shirt, showing the wounds on her back and stomach.     And before she can answer the question of her being alone, there's a sneeze from the one closed door in the apartment.     And the door cracks open, a pair of brown eyes peering out before the door opens again, and there's a gasp.     "I knew it! I KNEW IT! I know you!" a kid points at Hood. "I got you in my BatMite meal!"     Riptide closes her eyes.     "/Rio/."     "I knew it!" the kid is still getting excited, practically bouncing before he sneezes again, and like all kids tend to do he wipes his nose with his sleeve.     "River! You were *heroing!* My sister's a freaking *superhero!*"
Jason Todd	Turning toward the sneeze and then the kid busting out with superhero claims, Red Hood regards the kid then looks back to Riptide, "That's right, kid, your sister's a hero." Omission of super. For the both of them. "We've got to get her some help and that means we've got to leave. I'll help her. I need you to get whatever important things you two don't want to leave behind, just in case." Because it sounds like the wrong sort of people also know where they live.
River Banks	"I mean... aren't they all superheroes? You have Super Karate Chop action on the--" the kid starts, and then goes "No wait, that's Ninjawolf." he corrects himself, and he looks around, and then goes to attempt to grab up both backpacks and the duffle bag.     "I was already packing when the alarm went off. I thought I'd have to take out a kneecap with Clyde -- that's my baseball bat -- River says we have to be prepared in case some--"     "Rio... n-not the time buddy." Riptide -- River winces, pushing herself up as Rio sneezes snottily.     The kid teeters somewhat, with one backpack on his front, one backpack on his back, and trying to handle the duffle bag.     "I have a lunchable, should I grab that?"
Jason Todd	"Yeah that would be good" Red Hood offers with a softer edge to his voice. "Here... let me take those two packs. Can you get the duffle?" Whether or not there's much agreement, he moves over to work the packs off so he can sling them over his shoulder then looks to River, "Let me carry you. The less movement the better from the look of it." Looking back to the kid he implores, "Quick as you can, bud.."
River Banks	"Just don't get any funny ideas, we hardly know each other." River states, clearly dilerious from blood loss. The kid gives up the two backpacks and grabs the duffle, grabbing the lunchable out of the fridge (kid has priorities), and he stuffs the tablet, phone, and boxes of RFID chip scanners into the duffle -- clearly not his first time in an urgent move, and he drags the larger bag with some difficulty, then pulls it over.     "IF you drop her, kneecaps!" he states protectively and in a weirdly friendly manner. IT's clearly supposed to be 'tough guy'.     The kid's maybe seventy pounds.
Jason Todd	Offering a snort he replies, "Trust me. I'm a boy scout." "Got it kid" Hood assures then moves to pick River up. "Easy." Moving to the door, he glances back for the kid before starting down the stairs. "My car's just outside." Meaning in the alley. Taking the back entrance from the first floor, he carries her out to his car. "Door Open." To which the car complies with a quickly opening passenger door. "In the back kid. I'm going to put her up front so I can lay the seat back." As soon as they're all situated and the two backpacks are tossed in the back seat with Rio, Red Hood walks with a sense of urgency around to start the car. They're soon in motion as he steers the car down the road. "Going to take you to someone that knows how to patch things up like this. They don't ask questions. You'll be safe."
River Banks	"Called it. Always prepared." River whispers, then winces, curling slightly. "I've lost a lot." she adds drifting out again.     "Oh wow you have a Mustang! This is an older one isn't it? Fastback? Customizations?!" Rio asks as they go down to the car, clearly this is the most excitement the kid's had in ever. Or he's seriously scared and covering it with the tough guy attitude. Rio climbs into the backseat and sits on the driver's side so that River can be set down in the passenger side and eased backwards. Rio puts the backpacks behind River and the duffle in front of him.     "Are you going back to Gotham? Did you know she fought a big red thing that made *SCYTHES OUT OF BLOOD*? She didn't know I was watching from around the corner but I was totally watching from around the corner." Rio breathes out, and he looks over at River.     "... she's... she's gonna be all right, right?"
Jason Todd	Frowning behind his mask at hearing the details from Rio, Red Hood stays silent through it all. Smalltalk has never been his best skill. When asked if River will be all right, he replies quietly, "We sure going to try, kid. She's hurt pretty good." Bullshitting is another of his weaker skills. The car crosses over into Gotham well over the posted limits though he handles the car with a deft touch so River isn't thrown around too roughly. Some fifteen minutes later they're at one of countless housing projects. Stopping in back of one of the buildings Hood is out and moving to ease River from the seat. "C'mon kid. Get your snack. The bags are safe in the car till you need them." Carrying River down a set of steps to a basement access door, he takes her inside. "Dr. Thompkins.."