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Post by selinakyle on Oct 28, 2011 4:39:04 GMT -5
Selina shrugged. “I guess it comes with the territory. And to be honest, I should've been more aware. I work in the damn field, anyway. But, it was a client who was irritated, so I can understand. It seems that everyone is a bit more agitated with the FBI on every corner.” Glancing up at the doctor, she had to admit it was different. She'd dealt with the nurses, whom were mostly female. And now, to have two rather good looking men-even if one was a doctor to come call on her was interesting to her. As Elliot drew closer a small smirk came to her lips, even as he listened over the gown to hear her heartbeat.
“You have wonderfully clear eyes, Dr. Elliot.” Selina would comment, right before the man would bump into her bedside table. “Shit!” came from her lips as she struggled to help him pick up the scattered items, his dexterity winning over her recent clumsiness, her casted hand unable to even grasp her pen. But gingerly he returned her notebook, pens and pencils, and of course her card from Bruce. As well as the check he had refused to take. More likely pretended not to notice.
“Thank you. My assistant was actually going to get me some in about an hour...but..” Selina leaned back against the pillows, trying to re-situate herself. Everything was cumbersome at this point. The frustration settled in her eyes like a pending storm for a few seconds before she spoke. She felt so bogged down, almost punished as her casts restricted her movement. “Well, he's been the only visitor I've had. The ADA put me on lockdown considering the extent of my injuries, and, well, I'm in the security business, so I'm necessitated to make a statement on all of this,” She waved her right arm over herself, shrugging.
“But somehow Bruce made it past the checkpoints, or whatever is set up outside. Brought me flowers. And the card.” Rolling her eyes at that, she glanced at it. “But no. He's...bumbling at times. Flighty. Comes in with a dumb excuse to visit, then is off in a few minutes as if he's uncomfortable talking.” She paused, fixing those green eyes on him for a moment, “So, I'd say no. You can actually hold a conversation, Dr. More substance, I guess you could say. And you're not just throwing money at me.” She added teasingly. Bruce didn't always throw money her way, he knew she had her own. But, he was trying to be thoughtful.
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Post by hush on Oct 31, 2011 3:02:55 GMT -5
She was intriguing, but Thomas had better things to do today than listen to the ramblings of some bed ridden feminist. He couldn't deny the fact that her eyes were oddly hypnotizing. They certainly were beautiful. No. he couldn't be thinking like this, there was work to be done.
He just smiled and nodded as she continued to chatter away, then she said something that made his jaw drop. "Bruce". Could it be? Had the man in the hallway actually been Bruce Wayne on his way out? No. This couldn't be happening. Elliot tried to contain himself, but the mere mention of that name had struck a nerve.
"Well... Er... Thank you for the compliment Ms. Kyle... But talking to patients is just apart of my job."
Thomas had an idea at that moment. He paced closer towards the side of the bed anf folded his arms, smirking at Selina. If she really was talking about Bruce Wayne, he needed to know every little detail.
"So, your friend... Bruce I think you called him? Is he responsible for that 'robust' check inside the ca-"
Suddenly, Elliot was cut off by a scream out in the hallway. Sounded like trouble.
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Post by zsasz on Oct 31, 2011 3:49:57 GMT -5
Victor Zsasz, the infamous tally mark serial killer had made a frightening return to Gotham City. Although he had never left, he had never bothered to make his presence known due to the situation with the FBI surrounding the walls of Gotham, there was no escaping this city and there was no entering…wherever Zsasz had been, whatever he had been doing – he was keeping it to himself. Unfortunately, the inevitable time had arrived…Zsasz had to come out of hiding, his supplies ran low, he was out of food and water, as well as some ‘other’ supplies. The man had thrown on the best disguise he could, because walking around with nothing but a pair of pants wasn’t exactly the best way to keep undercover. He wore a long, brown leather trench coat, a cheap brown fedora and a shirt and tie – Zsasz looked like your typical businessman on his way home from work, but he was far from it. His eyes lit up as he glanced at the Gotham Central Hospital, just the place he had in mind…the home of the sickly and those near-death.
“Perfect.” he said in a soft tone, speaking quietly to make sure nobody hears him “Now just to get inside…” Zsasz paced his steps as carefully as he could, keeping his surroundings in sight to make sure no FBI officers would take him in for questioning…after all, he was one of the most wanted serial killers in Gotham City and a very high target for any hero or police department. In fact, on the way to this very building he saw various different “WANTED” posters with his face planted all over it, luckily, it didn’t seem like there were many people out right now. Most were cowering in their homes from criminals and at this point, even the FBI seemed like they were dangerous to the public. Zsasz slowly walked up to the building until he was stood in front of the glass doors of the massive hospital.
They were automatic, before Zsasz entered the building, he could already tell there was very few patients, doctors, surgeons and nurses…he only spotted two of them, one was behind the receptionist desk typing away on her computer, and another was simply walking down the corridors…both women, but through Zsasz’ eyes – they were both victims. Zsasz silently made his way past the receptionist desk, not even being noticed by the woman typing at the computer, he then pushed his leg out further with each step as he got closer and closer to the second woman. It wasn’t long before the distance between them closed, Zsasz grabbed the walking woman from behind and wrapped his arm around her neck as she couldn’t help but let out a loud scream that echoed throughout the hallways of the hospital.
He wasn’t quick enough, but he covered her mouth with the palm of his left hand and used his right to keep her held close to him – the deranged look in his eyes was proof enough that he wasn’t fooling around. A soft yet intimidating smirk spread across his dry lips as he spoke in a sadistic tone which struck fear into the heart of the woman “I’m going to uncover your mouth…” Zsasz said before continuing “…and you’re going to tell me your name.” Zsasz glanced around him, he knew people heard that scream, but it didn’t seem like anyone was coming to the rescue…that’s really odd, and this is far too easy. “If you scream…” Zsasz let out a small chuckle “…I’ll rip your throat out.”
Zsasz was deadly serious, he wasn’t the kind to show a hint of mercy for a damsel in distress – Zsasz kept her held firmly before removing the palm of his hand from her lips, expecting a scream…but she managed to hold her fear back and speak in an obviously petrified tone “M-my name is M-Melissa…”, Zsasz nodded, guiding her through the corridors “W-what do you want?”. Now, that was a tough question to answer, Zsasz kept a hold of her as he looked around, he heard the sound of footsteps quickly making their way to where the scream came from…better late than never. Zsasz backed himself into a corner with Melissa in his arms, he had his hand in a position where he could easily choke her out…this had just become a hostage situation.
“What do I want?” Zsasz said with a hint of amusement “I want to get out of here alive, with every kind of surgical supply I can get my hands on…” It wasn’t long before Zsasz and Melissa were joined by another individual, this was not a one-on-one session anymore, a third person stood in front of them as Zsasz kept a hold of her. He didn’t want to let her go, who knows where this may lead? For all he knew, the FBI was already on their way…he needed those supplies, but at the same time, he needed to keep his life for this plan to work out in his favour. Zsasz listened carefully as the person in front of them spoke.
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Post by selinakyle on Nov 2, 2011 2:43:03 GMT -5
Selina was just about to answer him, acting a bit flustered, nearly when she heard the scream. It would save her from responding that yes, Bruce Wayne was a friend of hers. Bolting upright in her bed, her nerves screamed at her to get up, to go out there, her curiosity tugging, but her body holding her down. 'Dammit.' She thought, straining against the pain to see where the Doctor had gone.
Considering he had bolted out of her room, and not bothered to close the door, she was able to see her own nurse , Melissa, held by a man. Even with her turning this way and that, grimacing here and there, Selina wasn't quite able to make out who it was. Was that the source of the scream? Or was it just a patient in pain?
Sighing, she fell back into the bed. There had been police stationed outside her door, or so she thought. It wasn't like she had been able to get up and walk about. That had been cut short after she was caught walking around; with the heavy cast.
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Post by hush on Nov 2, 2011 6:11:26 GMT -5
As soon as he heard the scream, Thomas quickly turned to Selina and sighed. "Just another day on the job, right?" With that sarcastic remark, Elliot quickly sprinted to the door. As he bolted out of the room and into the corridor, he was met with a disturbing sight. Melissa, the nurse, was in the corner being held by a man in a coat and fedora. From what Elliot could see, the man's face was partially scarred. It looked self-inflicted, like some kind of strange marking. Melissa whimpered softly as she saw Thomas watching on, stunned by the events transpiring before him. "Dr. Elliot... H-Help me..." The doctor held his ground, glancing over towards the patient's rooms lining the hallway. Several patients were poking their head's out of the doors to see what all the racket was about. "Stay in your rooms!" Elliot yelled. He frantically motioned for the patients to make their way back into the confines of their rooms, which they did. Now it was just the man, the hostage and the doctor in the hallway.
Elliot stood his ground, observing the man's body language. He didn't seem nervous at all, which was strange considering he'd just wandered into a well guarded hospital and taken a hostage. There was something about this man that was 'cold'. Elliot felt uneasy, but he knew if he made a move, it might not be pretty. The man didn't appear to have any weapons, but his grip around Melissa's neck looked tight, so he didn't want to take a chance.
Elliot took a step forward, then abruptly stopped when the man tightened his grip again. Looks like this was a stand-off. Thoughts were rapidly running through his head. Why did he care? Did he really care or was his conscience just getting the better of him? Last night he'd killed a man, and earlier he was fantasizing about doing the same to Melissa. Elliot smirked. He suddenly realized that he had a little more control over this situation than he first thought. He didn't care about Melissa's safety. Hell, it'd be a lot less annoying around here if she was gone. He just wanted to know who this man was and why he was here. "Whatever you're here for... Drugs, documents... Taking a nurse hostage won't help you. Tell me, why are you here?
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Post by zsasz on Nov 8, 2011 2:51:53 GMT -5
Zsasz listened to the words that slipped from the lips of this man standing in front of him, it was already obvious what his name was…Doctor Elliot, thanks to Melissa spilling the beans on the name. It wasn’t exactly the wisest thing to say when there was a widely known serial killer right next to you…but mistakes happen, Zsasz allowed his head tilt to the right as his dark eyes glared at the doctor in front of him and Melissa. That’s when a soft smirk spread across his dry lips as he let out a small chuckle and said “What do I want…?” Zsasz shook his head left-to-right, obviously unimpressed “I want to offer salvation to anyone and everyone…I want to cure them…of life.”
Zsasz took a few steps forward, which forced Melissa to do the exact same; Zsasz’s deranged facial expression forced Elliot to take a few steps back into a patient’s room. Zsasz leaned back, causing the door to fly shut as he reached down the front of Melissa’s torso and gripped onto a small, sharp pen that was poking out from the top of her front pocket on her lab coat. He lifted it up so the sharp pen was poking Melissa’s neck; although it wasn’t the most dangerous of objects…it was pretty obvious he could easily kill her with it. “Now, Doctor Elliot…” he said, keeping the pen to the throat “What I truly want…is supplies…I want your surgeon supplies, all of them…they hold a far more important purpose than any doctor or surgeon in this place will use them for…”
It was obvious…Zsasz was out of his mind and driven on ending the lives of those innocent, he was one of the most wanted men on the planet for that very reason. Now he may end up carving yet another mark into his body, one that may represent Melissa…Zsasz was capable of just about anything and he was entirely unpredictable. If Doctor Elliot did not comply with Zsasz’s requests, Melissa was going to die…”Just point me in the correct direction to what I need…” he says as he glances over to the bed, realizing that there were now four people, including himself, in this room. It was clear he did not care as he drew his attention right back to Elliot and spoke. “…and I will be out of your way.”
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Post by hush on Nov 8, 2011 3:52:56 GMT -5
The man's voice sent shivers up Elliot's spine. Everything about him was so cold. His voice. His body language. It all pointed to the fact that he was someone who had serious mental issues. 'Curing people of life'? What kind of sick, twisted individual would say something like that? Thomas stood his ground, backed into the corner of the room and stared at the man, then Melissa. She was panicked and tears were welling up in her eyes, but Thomas didn't feel anything. No remorse, no urge to rescue her. This strange man had chosen the wrong bargaining tool.
Nonetheless, Thomas was always one for strategy. After assessing his current surroundings, he saw the man's greatest weakness was that he was currently standing near the doorway. In his current position, Thomas could do nothing but sit and watch as this twisted individual demanded surgical tools. For now he could only cross his fingers and hope someone knew he was in trouble, and that they'd send help. But he was in no rush. Deep down, Dr. Elliot was enjoying the situation. The suffering Melissa was enduring... It was a beautiful thing.
Elliot smirked as he watched the tip of the pen pressing against Melissa's flesh. "Dr. Elliot! Help me ple-" Thomas quickly cut Melissa off with a disturbing intensity in his voice. "Melissa, shut up." The doctor nonchalantly adjusted the sleeves of his coat, then took a step forward, observing the markings on the man's flesh. It him him then. 'Curing people of life'... Self inflicted wounds carved into the flesh... Obvious mental instability... Thomas had seen and heard about this man before. The doctor folded his arms and flashed a grin, speaking with what sounded like a tone of admiration. "You're Victor Zsasz, aren't you?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2011 21:04:11 GMT -5
His mind was still reeling over just when it was that Dick and Selina had exchanged cell phone numbers without his knowledge in the least bit—not to mention the irritating fact that Jason was obviously tampering with Dick’s rest by stealing his phone and answering Selina’s texts more than likely confusing the Gotham socialite. It was common public knowledge that both Dick and Jason were adopted by philanthropist billionaire Bruce Wayne, becoming wards of his estate. Dick Grayson was Bruce’s first ward until Dick received his request for emancipation at the age of 18; Jason Todd was his current ward, having only been officially adopted and claimed as such just a mere few years ago. Still his private life and taking on wards to handle his estate wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation he chatted in depth over with Gotham’s other socialites, especially Selina Kyle. Part of his hurry to leave was to get back to Wayne Tower for an actual stock holder’s meeting he truly had to attend, but also so he could privately snap at Jason for his childish antics. He wasn’t sure how much Selina Kyle knew about his “private life” but if was up to date on Dick Grayson having publically renounced his ties as a ward of Bruce Wayne and the Wayne Estate, then she would know Dick would be nowhere near Jason—Jason Todd who still lived at Wayne Manor under Bruce’s care, Jason Todd who was not publically emancipated from the playboy billionaire Son of Gotham. Already the explanations were coming to mind to be used as possible answers/explanations to Selina’s questions if she ever decided to ask about his wards. Just then, Bruce brushed past a tall, trench coat clad, fedora wearing gentleman who breezed past him into the hospital with a rather determined yet giddy look upon his slightly obscured features. Features Bruce had seen before… the fedora was covering the eyes, but the mouth and nose… He KNEW that face! From where? He headed outside towards his luxurious silver and chrome Ferrari; his mind was in a million places at once—though now it was focusing on the familiarity of the stranger whom he had just bypassed. His photographic memory sifted through his own mental database and suddenly the realization hit him! The Tally Mark Killer, aka Victor Zsasz, was the owner of that all too familiar fedora hidden facial profile! Blue eyes went wide and nearly silent hiss of alarm escaped his lips. “Selina!”
Gasping her name had been a knee jerk reflex of an action, something uncontrolled and unplanned. It wasn’t as if he didn’t care about the other innocents in the hospital—he did, greatly, but it had been Selina’s name he breathed out. Without hesitation he was back inside the hospital, fighting against the staff members, patients, and visitors who now were clamoring to get out. He spotted the silent alarm flashing lights beside the reception desk and down along the hall corridors—the police and FBI would be there in minutes or less. However, one single minute might’ve been all Zsasz needed to take claim and show off the newest brutal murder his latest victim just endured by carving a tally mark into the flesh of his body. Not if Bruce had anything to say or do about it.
He followed the echoing sobs of Zsasz’s victim and heard the voice of the of the doctors on staff try to calm the crazed serial killer down—ironically enough, that voice was all too familiar. Dr. Thomas Elliot! Bruce would muse over his childhood friend’s return to Gotham as one of the top medical staff in Gotham Memorial Hospital later, during a situation that wasn’t dealing with someone’s life or death. Right now, Zsasz had some poor staff member in a choke hold able to easily snap her neck right outside Selina Kyle’s room—which was where Dr. Thomas Elliot had clearly stepped out of, creating something of a very convenient distraction to Zsasz’ focus. So much so that Zsasz didn’t hear the sharp, chic, Italian cut business suit clad, well groomed, and ungodly rich Bruce Wayne sneak right up upon him holding a tank of oxygen…
WHAM!!!
The metal tube-like canister hit Victor Zsasz square on the back of his fedora clad head with the force of a homerun all-star professional baseball player. Even though the tank was full of air, it smashed against the wanted serial killer’s skull like a sack of bricks—and Bruce Wayne didn’t hold back. He knew how hard to strike and where to strike to make that single blow be a “one-hit-wonder” when it came to total knock out. With the sheer brute force Bruce put in that blow by slamming that oxygen tank to the back of Zsasz’s head, it wouldn’t come as a shock if the crazy bastard suffered from a slight concussion. Needless to say, Zsasz was down for the count, the poor sobbing staff member was now free of the killer’s hold. Still holding the now quite dented o2 tank in his right hand, he casually lifted his left hand up and swept any tossled strands of his thick, black, perfectly styled hair back into place and out of his intense blue gaze--easily resuming his kept, rich boy clean cut looks even while holding an out of place, dented oxygen tank. A sudden broad boyish grin spread over his lips as he focused on his old childhood friend Tommy Elliot, who was now an established, highly skilled/successful medical professional, Dr. Thomas Elliot. “Hey Tommy, helluva’ welcome home committee this city has, right? So… welcome back to Gotham!”
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Post by hush on Dec 13, 2011 19:34:07 GMT -5
It figured that the moment of extreme intensity and sheer amusement Thomas was secretly enjoying due to the randomly dangerous situation of a most wanted serial killer take one of his hospital employees hostage would be single handedly thwarted by none other than Bruce Wayne, best friend from childhood. Bruce Wayne, beloved Son of Gotham. Bruce Wayne, beneficial playboy billionaire. Bruce Wayne, bastardized life-stealing and dream-killing asshole.
Thomas could pin-point the precise moment in his life when his affection and genuine friendship for Bruce turned to relentlessly bitter jealousy and complete hatred—it happened at the tender age of 8, when Bruce’s father used his skilled medical expertise as a top notch doctor within Gotham to save the life of his mother after she had endured a horrific car wreck Thomas had worked so hard to cause. His drunkard of a father was a lost cause—that was the only good news.
When young Thomas learned that his weak and pathetic mother survived his nearly flawless plan to end the lives of his parents so that he may inherit the family fortune and maintain total freedom, complete and total rage consumed his very soul. Since that dark day in his life, he determined that the Wayne’s must suffer. Bruce took the brunt of his unhealthy fixation and now here the golden boy was, standing before him looking like some cheesy overly dressed heroic goof. His dismay over the dangerous standoff situation was cleverly hidden and replaced with shocking fear and relief at the sight of Bruce.
“Couldn’t have timed that better, Bruce… Thank god!” Thomas shakily moved forward to kick the scalpel out of Zsasz’s clutched, unconscious grip and then proceeded to check the pulse of the deranged killer to play the role of the “good doctor”. He then turned his grey-blue gaze to his other patient, Selina Kyle.
“Are you alright?”
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Post by selinakyle on Dec 13, 2011 23:47:17 GMT -5
She had seen the entire thing go down from the frame of her door. After hearing the voices, the screaming, she had outright ignored her doctor's orders to stay put. As it was, she had gently, albeit swiftly removed the iv's in her hand, a washcloth firmly held over her hand as it quickly stained red.
It hadn't been a pretty, sleek gait that had taken her to the door, but she had made it. Even with the bulky boot, and the cast on her arm, and even the flimsy hospital gown, she had gone to see what all the screaming was about. Selina Kyle, socialite, business woman, slim, slender, and utterly frail looking clung to the door, leaning against it. When she finally finished looking from Bruce (Bruce, really?! She thought he'd left!), to Zsasz, to Elliot, his voice registered finally in her ears.
"That's Victor Zsasz. What the hell..." She said, the last three words coming out as a whisper as she shook her head, her casted hand awkwardly gripping her once-IV laden one.
"I'm...shocked. Shaken up. and...should probably go lay down again." Her head was swimming right now, and to be honest, she was mildly scared. She felt like a magnet for all the weirdness going on in Gotham currently, from the crash, to Nightwing, to the texting, mugging, and now Zsasz. Here.
Nodding mildly to herself, she cringed, realizing that was a bad idea with her concussion. If for nothing else she wished she had someone to watch over her. Someone she could trust. But the man she would even contemplate doing that...she barely knew him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2011 10:31:27 GMT -5
In all honesty, the only amount of true shock he felt was due to seeing his old best friend from childhood now stand before him as one of the hospital staff members. The altercation with the wanted serial killer Victor Zsasz hadn’t fazed him in the least bit. Though he did have concern over Selina’s well-being given the damaged condition her body was recently suffering. Once she spoke a secret wave of relief washed through Bruce; he hadn’t been too late in thwarting Zsasz, thankfully. Before anyone could respond to Selina, a slew of GCP with a few FBI would now enter the hospital, starting to comb through the wards and halls.
Thomas suddenly looked to Bruce and asked in an exasperated tone, “Hey Bruce, could you do an old friend a favor and give the police report, handle the situation, or whatever they need so I can make sure my patients are okay? I know I owe you already for having just saved my life… but I figure living in Gotham, better to start a “Favors-Owed-Bruce-Tab” sooner than later.” A cursory, yet thankful grin was given to the Son of Gotham. “Seriously, I owe you.” Thomas finished.
Bruce nodded to his friend’s request.
“Sure thing. I’ve got everything covered. I will hold you to that favor though. Gotta’ be better ways to catch up in this city than nearly avoiding death.”
Bruce pulled out a small business card of his from his jacket pocket, complete with cell number, and handed it to Thomas. “Hear from you soon, Tommy.”
Thomas pursed his lips together some and then nodded, finally adding his own goodbye. “Very soon. And Bruce? It’s Thomas, I don’t go by Tommy anymore, haven’t since I was a kid. And when I’m at work I prefer Dr. Elliot. Just… more professional, you know?”
Bruce blinked, caught off guard by the correction of name, and then nodded.
“Suppose it has been a long time since we were kids.” He smiled brightly to Thomas. Bruce then looked to Selina and offered her a gentle and surprisingly genuine smile. “You’re in good hands—Dr. Elliot is the best.”
A quick nod was given to both Selina and Thomas, then Bruce was gone, off to meet the arriving police and Federal Agents. Not surprisingly, the media press had now joined the scene to get a scoop on all the commotion. Bruce of course would field any and all questions like the interview/spotlight pro the CEO billionaire was known for being. The police briefly came down the wing where Selina’s room was, Thomas now checking Selina’s vitals to be sure the woman was okay and not suffering shock. Victor Zsasz was apprehended and custody of the serial killer was duked out between the Feds and the cops. It would be relatively soon the hospital was repaired and functioning like normal—everything cleaned up, reports made, and security tightened. Bruce handled all media, police, and federal reports with ease and efficient detail and was finally allowed to be released. Thoughts still on all the excitement of the intense situation with Zsasz and Thomas’ unexpected arrival, he would mainly find himself focusing back on Selina.
He pulled out his cell phone before getting into his car and quickly texted Selina:
“If that craziness doesn’t deserve a little dinner, a little dancing, and a lot of wine—I don’t know what does. Friday night, 8pm, I’ll pick you up. I'll only accept ‘yes’ for an answer. See you then.”
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Post by selinakyle on Jan 7, 2012 6:43:47 GMT -5
She didn't want to admit fear. Nor show that sort of side of her to either Bruce, or Thomas, or either of them, really. Liv had barely seen her break down, maybe once, and she'd been able to ply that off as some sort of eyelash causing her eyes to tear. But now, as she could feel her limbs trembling, she dropped the wash cloth from her hand and clung to tightly to the door frame. As Bruce whisked away, Dr. Elliot was kind enough to walk her back to bed; ever professional while helping her clomp back to the bed, a thin trail of blood following them. As soon as she was seated back into the bed, easing into it she frowned.
“I pulled out the IV. I'm sorry...it's just...” Her voice cracked, her head tilting backwards to ward the deluge off. “Things have been so odd since the FBI came to Gotham. I just...I feel like a magnet. I don't want a police detail at my home. I don't...want to keep questioning everything.” The words gushed out as she tried to stymie the tears, her casted hand doing nothing, and her bloodied hand only smearing a thin line on her face.
Yes. Selina Kyle was crumbling. Catwoman was still intact, almost shaking her head at the show of frality her ego was displaying. But of all people, Zsasz....she was not ok with that.
Thankfully Elliot was able to rehook her back up, her face getting wiped clean and her settled in before the police and FBI came to get her own statement, a few mild sedatives and narcotics administered after her statement. As she was finally winding down, her fears and struggles clouded by the medications, did Selina hear her phone vibrate. Groggily reaching over to it, she swiped her thumb to view the message. Ah. Bruce again. Another follow up date, it seemed. Alcohol. Wining and dining. She one-handedly entered in a “ =)” before pausing, the smile he had given her before leaving coming back to the forefront of her mind. “Coffee tomorrow sounds amazing...” She hinted, before hitting send and letting the phone drop back into her lap before she fell into a drugged slumber.
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