"Well That's Something At Least." She Nods, Glad That Who Ever Had Hurt The Boy Was Behind Bars.

"Well that's something at least." She nods, glad that who ever had hurt the boy was behind bars.

She huffed a laugh. A King movie was fairly accurate. "Take a seat on the bench." She took a moment to drag a cart over and another to dampen some gauze so she could clean off enough of the dried blood to take a look at the wound.

"So what am I looking at here? Blunt trauma? Or did they nick the skin with something? Talk me through what happened." She asked, keeping an eye out for signs of disorientation.

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He followed her back and went into the room when she held the door open. He wasn’t fully as bad patient as Bruce, especially when he came here by his own free will.

Tim chuckled and then winced, moving his face too much hurt. “Probably not, but the one who did this is with GCPD now.” So at least no one else would get hurt. “I think it looks worse than it is, but I know head wounds can be tricky, which is why I came here. And also to clean myself up a little. I look like I’ve been in a King movie,” he joked, even if it was kind of true.

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Jason clenched his jaw, reigning in the flare of anger at her words. “You took a girl away from the one home and the one family she knew. You took a sister and a friend. So, yeah… Yeah, I know a thing or two about that.”

He pushed himself off the wall, standing straight. “And I wanted to remind you whose turf you’re on, doc…”

Leslie shook her head. “That family - this city? It nearly cost her her life. Too many of you have paid the price for his war. I couldn’t keep watching it happen and doing nothing about it. I-” She catches herself, feeling her chest tighten. It wouldn’t do any good to continue. 

Shoulder sagging slightly, she sighed. “I’m not back to cause you any trouble.” She meant that, but him believing her was another thing entirely.   

“New city, fresh start. C’mon Gotham, what have you got for me?”

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Leslie blinked, taking a moment to process the ramble of words that Barry had thrown her way. Hyper-accelerated. “Flash I presume?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

Without waiting for his confirmation, Leslie’s mind continued to cycle. “Meta-enhanced metabolism?” Some of the more recent conversations she had had with Bruce were making a little more sense in light of this new information. The man had been talking about developing a new kind of high calorie snack to keep him fuelled during his nightly patrols. 

“Alright. Yes, I’ll help you keep Grace in the dark a little longer. I don’t like lying to her, but I agree. The longer she stays out of all of that, the better. She is training to be a doctor herself though you know.” Any medical condition that the boy told Grace about she could easily research herself. It might be easier to convince him to not give her a specific reason at all - he had a right to his privacy.

“Did you have something in mind?”

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Barry was pacing, looking something between a nervous rabbit and a cage tiger. “Well, I.. I was kind of hoping that you could tell Grace that I’m fine or make up something that will satisfy her without telling the truth because as I hope you might have kinda understood I’m one of Bruce’s teammates and I don’t want Grace to know that not because I don’t trust her but because it would put her in danger and also risk Bruce’s identity to be revealed not that I think she’d do anything on purpose but there’s a lot of really wicked bad people out there and some have abilities and I just don’t want anything to happen to her because I really like her she’s a good friend and I don’t have many of those and she’s doing so much good and can help so many so I want her to stay safe so that’s why she can’t know what I can do and to hide that I have to minimize how much I eat in front of her but I need a lot of food and there’s only so much time I can spend eating and I spend quite a few hours with her and on lectures and stuff where I can only snack relatively normal so I’m not sick it’s just how my body works everything is hyper-accelerated.” Barry finally had to breath and he was now standing in front of Leslie, looking at her like a lost puppy, but a puppy that still had hope. It was a look that were hard to resist and that he wasn’t fully aware he even made. “Will you help me to come up with something to tell Grace?”