August 16, 0046h Dr. Leslie Thompkins had taken to working nights how long ago? Nearly twenty years, she thought ruefully. It was rough enough getting doctors to work at her volunteer clinic during the day, but at night when the truly bloody, dangerous injuries came about? Damn near impossible. So the sound of the door crashing open shortly after midnight simply sounded like a prelude to another neighborhood tragedy. "Leslie." Dr. Thompkins heart froze in her chest. He never used the door. The window, always the window. The door could only mean- "It's Dick. Come now." The emergency bag in her office somehow found its way to her hand and before she knew it, Bruce's powerful arm was hauling her into his body and she was in the air, feet dangling beneath her. In seconds, she was on the roof beside him. She scanned the rooftop for the broken body of one of her charges, but there was nothing. She turned her attention to the sky, copying Bruce's gesture. She saw nothing. "What's happened?" she managed to ask. "Massive bodily injury and blood loss," Batman replied succinctly. Leslie felt her face drain. "I may need-" "Alfred's coming with more supplies." Leslie's slight form was nearly bowled over by a strong wind and then there was someone else standing there. "I heard the emergency call," Superman said. "What can I do?" "The plane," Batman said, inclining his head at the speck that swiftly became the Batwing, coming to hover at the roof. The canopy opened to show Alfred's drawn face as he leaned out to assist Dr. Thompkins into the plane. "The Old Passeo building in BlŸdhaven. Fast." He vaulted into the plane himself as Alfred activated the canopy. Superman hefted the plane on his shoulders and sped toward the 'Haven.