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we meet again : a sequel to provoked

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Apr. 5th, 2011 | 02:02 pm
Feeling A Bit: artisticartistic
posted by: amyconner1985 in toaster_fiction

 The morning wasn't didn't look promising. Neither did it look inviting enough to venture into a new project. The sky was overcast, the clouds dark and dreary ; everything about the day made the people of gotham find an excuse to stay in bed , and call in sick at work. Not Bruce. "I don't need a bright, sunny day for what I have in mind" he thought bitterly as he stood alone, in front of his huge French windows, looking out at the city, just a tinge out of his reach. His jaws were set in hard lines, all his previous vulnerability gone & he looked as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep in days, which of course he didn't. Dark purple circles were beginning to form underneath his eyes ; his sudden loss of weight finally had begun to show. His bimbo socialite friends were beginning to wonder if the billanaire playboy wasn't doing drugs now, which he didn't bother to correct. The speculation suited him fine. The truth was much harsher, scandalous than the rumors. He was fine with the ruse.

He silently put on his suit, the one he wore for work, his mask. His true mask, the one he wore, for the world to see. His designer clothes, the Chanel perfume, the Lamborghini, they were all part of his mask. Weren't they? He kept his true self well hidden, the batman part of him was who he was & he preferred to stay in the shadows.

"And now Crane is messing everything up. He wants to expose who I am, what I am" thought Bruce suddenly panicked. "For years I have kept myself well hidden, behind my shadow self, now Crane is on the verge of exposing me. I can't let that happen."

"Would it be too bad Bruce? A tiny voice in his head inquired, would it be too bad to finally admit you aren't Bruce Wayne? You are batman? Bruce Wayne is only a facade? A farce? Would it be too bad to admit, you are split into two, just as your feelings and morals are? Why so scared?"The voice chuckled as brace tried in vain to ignore it and tie his shoe laces. I don't hear his voice, he isn't here. He isn't here. He isn't here. He isn't here.

At this point he lost it again, and started screaming, curling up in a ball. He was still sobbing quietly when he heard footsteps in the doorway. Oh my god Alfred, I can't let him see me like this he bit into his own arm and screamed silently again. When the old butler finally walked in , he found the room in disarray , but Bruce was all dressed up , calm and composed , even nonplussed. It didn't fool the wide old man, but didn't say anything. He gently put down the tray, looked at his child sadly and went away. There were times; there was only so much he could do.

It was past 11 o clock when Bruce parked the car outside the huge iron gates. The place itself was enough to give anyone the chills. From the uniformed guards to the gray buildings, the brooding compounds, to the men and women in white coats, and the unseeing eyes in expressionless faces, fathomless wonderment, everything about the max security cell at Barmouth was a test of ones's character and mental strength and , only a few passed. Fortunately Bruce Wayne wasn't an ordinary man. He had to pull a number of strings and, lie through his teeth to get him an hour's visit with a max cell inmate. It was highly illegal and prohibited, but a few could say no to the most powerful man in the world.

So very reluctantly they guards walked him through the usual protocol, made him sign a waiver, and led him up to a padded room with two chairs and a table in it. It was evidently a makeshift waiting room, as noone was allowed visitors here. He sat down quietly, his adrenaline pumping, his expensive suit was now drenched in his own suit. The time tinker quietly, like it messing with him. Seconds seemed like hours, when they brought him in, the man who had been tormenting him for days, probably months now. The skinny devil looks even thinner Bruce thought as he looked him right in the eyes. Blue eyes stared back. He was shackled; his brown hair was tussled across his forehead, full mouth still curled up in a superior sneer. But nothing in his expression gave him away. There was nothing in his countenance or disposition. But Bruce knew the truth. He knew how capable DR CRANE was at tormenting people , and enjoying it while he was at it. And he was more than capable of doing it from a cell.

"DR CRANE" Bruce growled in his batman voice "so we meet again"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist. You know, you are meant to come to me" Crane snickered. He quietly made his way to Bruce , and leaned in , making Bruce stiffen immediately. "I knew you would come"

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mother birthday rhymes

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date: Sep. 18th, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC)
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Great post! Tnx.

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amyconner1985

Re: mother birthday rhymes

from: amyconner1985
date: Sep. 30th, 2011 07:45 am (UTC)
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Thanks :)

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