Late Night at the Thompkins Clinic

[cock_robin]

Picking a lock with two broken fingers isn't a trivial task, but as long as the thumb is intact, it is not an impossible one. Damian flexed his left hand as the right one worked - everything was intact on that side, but he knew from experience that his time would still be better with the damaged right.

A nearly imperceptible click brings a confident smirk to his face, and he slips inside - moving with stealth despite the garish colors of his suit.

He wasn't sure if the doctor was in or not, but this was the nearest safe stash of medical supplies, according to Father's files, and prompt treatment of the fingers would bring him back to his full capabilities all the faster.

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[cock_robin]

Damian smiles.

"That part's easy. The county coroner's office has a lot less formidable locks than your clinic. I will look into it."

[lesliethompkins]

She realizes all of a sudden that she's just basically asked him to break and enter. If not physically, electronically. The feeling makes her uneasy. The unease however is balanced by the unsolved questions involving Anthony. He'd been a kind man and Leslie missed him.

"Thank you, dear. Take care of yourself."

[cock_robin]

"I always do. I will let you know what I've found out within a few days."

And then he's gone.