Fan Fiction ❯ The Game We Play ❯ They're Coming To Take Me Away ( Chapter 24 )
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By: Dark Jester 
...aw, damn.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Angst / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 532 | Visits: 230 | Status: Completed
...aw, damn.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Angst / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 532 | Visits: 230 | Status: Completed
Chapter 24 - They're Coming To Take Me Away
In the darkened interior of her clinic, Leslie Thompkins dropped into a chair and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes for just a moment. She felt exhausted, and more than a little guilty. Drugging patients without their consent wasn't something she normally felt comfortable doing, and drugging Bruce had been unthinkable before tonight. She couldn't help but think, however, that he'd brought this on himself.
And something in Dick's voice on the phone didn't leave room for argument. So she'd done what he'd instructed.
She opened her eyes and stood up again, feeling weary. Cautiously, afraid that the sleeping giant in the chair in the next room would wake up at any moment, she crept over to him, checked the Joker's vital signs, then retrieved the fallen coffee cup from the floor near Batman's limp hand.
A car drove by outside and she jumped in fright. Snatching the cup, she backed away quickly.
She was a doctor. She didn't do this kind of thing.
But Bruce had a habit of corrupting everyone he spent any kind of time with.
***
Nightwing fidgeted in the passenger seat of Gordon's car. The vehicle smelled a bit like cigarette smoke, and it was a choking him a little.
The car went over a bump in the road and the headlights flashed over the sign for the Parkrow Community Center. Dick's stomach tightened up into a knot -- this whole thing suddenly felt a lot more real.
As the car rolled to a stop, James Gordon sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe we're doing this," he huffed angrily. "Isn't it... drastic? Do you think we're doing the right thing, Nightwing? I've been in this business for years, now... and I've seen many things you could only imagine... but I can't grasp that I'll... be losing Him." Nervously, he put his ciggarette back up to his lips, shutting off the engine to step outside.
"He's already lost." Nightwing said darkly, in a voice that sounded more like his mentor's than his own. He wasn't willing to admit to himself that this was tearing him apart inside, because he couldn't see another way out of this.
"You'd know him better than I would," Gordon muttered. Without a hint of care, he dug the burning end of his ciggarette into the hood of his car, tossing it onto the ground afterward. Letting out a final breath of smoke, he marched toward the clinic entrance.
The door creaked and opened and a worried female face peeked out to hush them.
Nightwing brushed past her silently and headed into the room with the two unconscious men. He stared at the Joker for a moment, fighting the urge to snap his neck in his sleep. It was harder than usual to resist the murderous impulse, since the primary reason to follow that edict was slumped unconscious in the chair next to him.
*Why, Bruce?* He wondered. *Were you really that lonely? Why do you always go to everyone but me?*
He knew there'd never be an answer to that question, and he really didn't know that he wanted to hear one, anyway.
*
In the darkened interior of her clinic, Leslie Thompkins dropped into a chair and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes for just a moment. She felt exhausted, and more than a little guilty. Drugging patients without their consent wasn't something she normally felt comfortable doing, and drugging Bruce had been unthinkable before tonight. She couldn't help but think, however, that he'd brought this on himself.
And something in Dick's voice on the phone didn't leave room for argument. So she'd done what he'd instructed.
She opened her eyes and stood up again, feeling weary. Cautiously, afraid that the sleeping giant in the chair in the next room would wake up at any moment, she crept over to him, checked the Joker's vital signs, then retrieved the fallen coffee cup from the floor near Batman's limp hand.
A car drove by outside and she jumped in fright. Snatching the cup, she backed away quickly.
She was a doctor. She didn't do this kind of thing.
But Bruce had a habit of corrupting everyone he spent any kind of time with.
***
Nightwing fidgeted in the passenger seat of Gordon's car. The vehicle smelled a bit like cigarette smoke, and it was a choking him a little.
The car went over a bump in the road and the headlights flashed over the sign for the Parkrow Community Center. Dick's stomach tightened up into a knot -- this whole thing suddenly felt a lot more real.
As the car rolled to a stop, James Gordon sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe we're doing this," he huffed angrily. "Isn't it... drastic? Do you think we're doing the right thing, Nightwing? I've been in this business for years, now... and I've seen many things you could only imagine... but I can't grasp that I'll... be losing Him." Nervously, he put his ciggarette back up to his lips, shutting off the engine to step outside.
"He's already lost." Nightwing said darkly, in a voice that sounded more like his mentor's than his own. He wasn't willing to admit to himself that this was tearing him apart inside, because he couldn't see another way out of this.
"You'd know him better than I would," Gordon muttered. Without a hint of care, he dug the burning end of his ciggarette into the hood of his car, tossing it onto the ground afterward. Letting out a final breath of smoke, he marched toward the clinic entrance.
The door creaked and opened and a worried female face peeked out to hush them.
Nightwing brushed past her silently and headed into the room with the two unconscious men. He stared at the Joker for a moment, fighting the urge to snap his neck in his sleep. It was harder than usual to resist the murderous impulse, since the primary reason to follow that edict was slumped unconscious in the chair next to him.
*Why, Bruce?* He wondered. *Were you really that lonely? Why do you always go to everyone but me?*
He knew there'd never be an answer to that question, and he really didn't know that he wanted to hear one, anyway.
*