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"As you wish doctor." dantes moved over to the table and looked at her. I will not lie or fill your mind with false hopes, this will sting now, and later when your body gets used to the cuts. I will make this as quick and accurate as possible if you do not move. Bit the pillow if the pain becomes to much." The count said as he began working. Everything was a form of art to him. however this was serious. He was careful but precise and did not apply more stitches then needed. That would be a waste of thread. He did not make a joke pattern as he normally did to people who he had cause to need stitches. He just did as he had learned to. He was not as fancy as he was with her nails but for the long run his stitches would hold up during most of Emily's work, plus they were strong enough for her to stretch without worry of opening them.

Once he was done he stepped back a little and looked over her back. Well, that seems to look fine. Just avoid windows and mirrors for a few days and you should be alright. Edmond loved over to a cabinet and took out pain pills he got a cup and filled it with water then put the pills in it. Drink. He said as he placed the glass on the table behind her.

[Enter "Big Joe" Rispoli from New York City]

A large man sporting a mustache, small beard and grey Armani suit enters the famed Gotham nightclub with a pair of muscular guards wearing sunglasses and black suits. Going straight to the attractive blonde checking in guests, "Excuse me. I knows your boss is in. I came in from New York ta speak to Mr. Cobblepot on a matter of grave importance. I am Joe Rispoli, Consigliere to Boss Frank D'Amico. Please extend my apologies for just springin dis meet, buts time is of the essence, Miss."

"You WANT, you say?" Savage asked, his grin widening a little, "Is that why you've been acting like this is a soft-contact peep show with no happy ending?" He knew the comment would force her hand just a little.

"Miss Dew... dew... dew..." Edmond began humming elevator music before remembering why he was here. "So what did the man who you fought want. Nobody duels for fun anymore and you don't seem thick skulled enough just to insult someone." He said moving over to the corner. He turned away from Emily and took off the medical mask before putting his own white mask back on. Then he put on his suit jacket and threw the hood over his head. Other then that he left the scrubs on. He looked over at Emily feeling much better since he had the mask on. He could easily cover the door so the doctor couldn't get in but then again he couldn't get out, so he would just talk to her like this.

"That's not something I would talk about with some random stranger. And it's certainly not something I'm going to talk about to one that just put a mask on." Emily replied, her eyes locked on him. "So who are you? Really. New interns here don't usually have the money needed to take a little lunch break at the Lounge."

"Point seen." Emily replied. "You could have killed me at any point. Still could unless I manage to get across the room and to you first. But then you'll have a much harder time getting any kind of information. Still will, actually." she said, then adjusted herself to make herself more comfortable on the table.

"If you went into the Lounge without a mask, your face is all over security footage. If you went in wearing your mask, or even a part of your costume that would make you stand out a bit in a crowd... then you're definately on camera. And if the guards reviewing it take note, facial recognition will be the next thing to happen. There are enough heroes and villians that break into the Lounge that Cobblepot doesn't take any chances."

Emily frowned, then looked away. "No." she replied, though her tone wasn't completely convincing. "Had fighting to kill been on the table, I probably wouldn't be here. But I wouldn't have been able to, even if it was on the table. That would have gotten me in more than just a little bit of trouble. He on the other hand could toss me into a mirror, put me in a death hold, whatever he wanted." she said, then paused a moment to get her thoughts together.

"I'm not telling you anything... because I don't want things to get worse for me than they already are. You've proven that you've had multiple means to kill me and haven't... but I can't trust that what I say won't somehow get back to Cobblepot." she said, then glanced down at her hands. She carefully slid off the table and moved to find some wraps for her hands. "At least not where someone could just walk in while I'm saying something I shouldn't, or get suspicious when he can't get the door open."

Emily wrapped her hands silently as she though about what he had said. Then she sighed deeply once she was done bandaging her hands. "I suppose it will depend on what all you want to know." she finally replied. As far as Vandal suspected, she was a spy for someone. So... even if she was caught meeting up with the man, he could just assume this guy was one of her contacts. Not her meeting with someone new.