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[jumpthegun]

Yeah. Left him with Sherlock, Sheena, and Sylar while I took care of a patient. Sherlock and Sylar apparently took off, and Sheena went to fetch food. He was gone when she got back. I haven't been able to raise Mr. Way- Batman.

[A pause.]

Wayne. He's probably died, and he'll turn up in the obits, anyway. It's Bruce Wayne. That's his real name.

[devoutish]

Excellent. I'll be hoping he doesn't come back. It's the revivals, not the deaths, that use up our resources.

[Is he being purposefully awful because he's mad at Watson? Absolutely. But he also just really doesn't like Batman, and would be happy to see him gone for good.]

[jumpthegun]

[John bites his tongue. He knows Alfie doesn't like Bruce... or really any of the super heroes. And it's for relatively good reason from the gangster's perspective.]

The procedure I was doing was a blood transfusion. It worked. The patient appears to be free of their MN Poisoning symptoms for the time being. We don't know how long it will last, but it's temporary relief. What was your blood type?

[devoutish]

A-positive.

[jumpthegun]

I'm O-positive, no MN Poisoning symptoms. I'm a viable donor unless you'd prefer someone else, Mr. Solomons.

[His tone is strictly business. He's trying very hard not to be upset for a great many reasons just now. Claire is dead, Kid is a mess, Sherlock is missing along with Sylar, probably off to conduct experiments at the chapel, the Joker is on the loose... and so very many other things.]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[Enjoy that non-answer, Watson.]

[jumpthegun]

I need a yes or a no, sir.

[devoutish]

Fuck off.

[jumpthegun]

[John closes his eye and takes a few deep breaths to steady himself before replying. He needs to sound unfazed. The delay is probably telling enough, though.]

Please let me know when you decide on a donor, Mr. Solomons. Or let another medical professional know. I'll speak with Kid, as you requested.

[devoutish]

If he comes after Emily, you are a part of who I will blame.

[jumpthegun]

I know. [His voice wavers for a moment before John swallows.] And I'll deserve it. [He doesn't apologize because what is that going to do? Probably just piss the other man off more.]

[devoutish]

And you're still determined to stand by what's moral?

[jumpthegun]

I can't, Alfie. [The emotion comes through, before he can stop it.] Anything else. I can bend on anything else, but that... I'll break. I can't.

[There's a pause as John tries to think of something to fix this.]

I'm going to try to get him to come after me.

[devoutish]

You are stupid as well as disgusting, and I'm done with you.

[Alfie hangs up.]

[jumpthegun]

[Alfie is a gang lord. He's a cold-blooded killer. He's an asshole.

He's a friend.

Tears come unbidden to John's remaining eye, and he retreats from the other men in the house, setting aside his tablet. He'll contact Kid in a few minutes. He just needs five minutes. Maybe ten.

Maybe a little more.]