Harvey took great caution to make sure that he wasn't being followed, but otherwise wasted no time in finding his way back to his— uh, headquarters. He preferred not to call it a lair— too cliche, and gave off way too many villain vibes. Besides, he wasn't sure if headquarters was even the right term, either, given that it was essentially just his house plus the random equipment he used. Perhaps base of operations was more accurate.
The entire way, he constantly shifted between internally scolding himself for not having realized his enemy was a child and wondering why this little hero was goofy enough to try to face off against him in the first place. Not to mention, the loud voice in the back of Harv's head screaming, "You idiot, why on earth are you taking him back to your place?!" But, the other voice in his brain objecting "You idiot, you almost killed a kid! You're responsible for this," was equally convincing.
The entrance to Harv's lai— I mean, base of operations— was nothing special; a thick metal door leading down into a large concrete building that was mostly underground. What it had once been used for was unclear, but it looked relatively boring these days, forgotten and hidden away between a shabby apartment building and a cruddy casino. There wasn't even a knob or lock on the door— only a hidden scanner off to the left, but it was essentially invisible.
Harv knew exactly where it was, though, and repositioned the injured kid in his arms to place his hand over the scanner; it lit up bright green for a split second, followed by a quiet click of the unlocking door. Harv shoved it forward; metal grated against concrete and the door groaned on its hinges as he pushed it forward and stepped inside, into pitch-black darkness interrupted only by the faint lighting that poured in from the dark alley outside.
"You still alive?" he inquired, voice bouncing off the walls as he descended the stairs into the blackness.
Keitan glanced around blearily as he was carried, trying to figure out where this place was. He was fairly certain he would be able to get here from the street he'd fought Harvey on, at least, and he could figure out how to get to the street from his house. He winced when Harvey jostled him, yanked out of his thoughts with a sharp gasp of pain.
He had no 'base' or anything of the sort. He was only thirteen, after all, and he still just lived with his stickler of an aunt. He also didn't exactly have any real 'equipment' to assist him in heroing; only his own powers and lacking physical strength.
At the question, he rolled his eyes a bit. He could easily just look down and see I haven't just suddenly died. "Yeah, not dead yet, sir." He replied, his voice still tight with pain. He grimaced and trembled a bit, tightly hugging his stomach with his good arm.
"Great." Harv turned sharply to the left, into a room that was somehow even darker than the staircase. He slapped at the wall until his hand caught the light switch and squinted as the harsh white light flooded the room, temporarily blinding him. He didn't wait for the colors dancing across his vision to go away as he crossed the room to a large table with various papers and gadgets strewn across it. He cursed at the mess and swept his arm across the table, scattering the papers and sending several of the little doohickeys clattering against the floor.
"This'll have to do," Harvey muttered to himself as he carefully placed the boy down on the table. "Okay, okay, let's see—" Patching up his own injuries here and there was one thing, but even then he wasn't good at it. Trying to fix up a very pummeled kid was another thing entirely. And the poor boy was in bad shape. Where did he even start? "Do you think you've got any broken bones? What hurts most?"
The room was large, with a high ceiling, concrete floors, concrete walls. The air was cool, but not cold. The ceiling was covered in wires, stringing in every direction; there were several monitors on the wall, some displaying the news, others turned off. A long work-bench of sorts was shoved into the other corner of the room, covered in various mechanical and computer parts similar to the ones Harv had just knocked into the floor, as well as stacks of files and papers. Some cardboard boxes littered the room, as well as a few miscellaneous weapons just laying around in the floor. Two hallways, including the that connected this room to the staircase, broke off from the room, disappearing into who-knows-where.
Keitan winced at the light as well, curling up a bit in Harvey's arms. He seemed very uneasy when he was set down on the table, shifting his legs a bit and glancing around at the pigsty around him. He only looked up again when the man addressed him.
"Uh… I'm not exactly a doctor, obviously, but… I'm pretty sure my shoulder is broken?" He offered, trying to move his shoulder to test and hissing through his teeth in pain. "Y-Yeah, feels broken. Maybe a couple ribs, not sure… and I'm…" He was quiet for a moment, considering how he felt, "…pretty dizzy, and I've got an awful headache, so maybe a concussion, dunno." He sighed softly.
He was fairly sure he had other injuries as well scattered around his body, but he'd have to get undressed in order for them to be treated, and he wasn't exactly comfortable with that. "I think I've got burns… pretty much everywhere. Skin, clothes… everything's really… twitchy." He held up his hand, examining his trembling, twitching fingers.
