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bought_the_bank) wrote2018-04-14 05:05 pm
bought_the_bank) wrote2018-04-14 05:05 pm
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It's Not Just The Waiting That Kills Him
He broke every speed limit between Gotham and Bludhaven that evening. Then there was nothing to do but wait.
The reader board in the surgical center had changed formats. It no longer listed names, just patient numbers and their current stage. The number was the first piece of information they'd received beyond the initial phone call and Bruce had memorized it instantly. As he paced the waiting room with his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his eyes traveled to the status board regularly. Sometimes the information would rotate through to a second screen and the information he was seeking wouldn't be there when he glanced up. For that brief second, he fought back panic.
Alfred had glued himself to the nurse's station, bypassing the information desk. If anyone could coax extra information out of the staff, it was the eloquently spoken and insistant gentleman. Bruce glanced in his direction regularly as well drawing strength from afar.
An hour after arriving, there was still no word.
He finally took a seat. And dropped his head into his hands.
The reader board in the surgical center had changed formats. It no longer listed names, just patient numbers and their current stage. The number was the first piece of information they'd received beyond the initial phone call and Bruce had memorized it instantly. As he paced the waiting room with his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his eyes traveled to the status board regularly. Sometimes the information would rotate through to a second screen and the information he was seeking wouldn't be there when he glanced up. For that brief second, he fought back panic.
Alfred had glued himself to the nurse's station, bypassing the information desk. If anyone could coax extra information out of the staff, it was the eloquently spoken and insistant gentleman. Bruce glanced in his direction regularly as well drawing strength from afar.
An hour after arriving, there was still no word.
He finally took a seat. And dropped his head into his hands.
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"Jesus." She says it reflexively: there's not much that Selina resists saying when she wants to. "All right, I'm on my way. You better call when you start heading back, though." Because if she gets all the way to Bludhaven only to find out he's already back in Gotham, he won't hear the end of it.
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"If you're not already here, I will. Please-"
Another weighty pause follows with a request made deliberately and seriously.
"Don't speed."
Drive safely. I'll see you soon.
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She smiles to herself, deeply amused by the form his concern takes, and the fact that she absolutely will speed her way there. Still, it's nice, and there's no reason to worry him unduly, especially not right now. Selina may not be very nice very often, but she can be.
"I won't. See you soon."
Sooner than if she was telling the truth, but she hangs up before he has the chance to press the issue. She may not have a fleet of cars available to her the way he does, but she does keep one old BMW around that was probably stolen half a dozen times before it made its way into her hands. The road to Bludhaven is almost a straight shot once you get out of downtown Gotham, and Selina speeds the whole way.