Everything's impossible until somebody does it.

Independent Bruce Wayne. Any crossovers or AUs of any sort are warmly welcomed as long as there's a plausible reason that would involve Bruce or Batman. Feel free to contact my ask box for any further storyline discussions or tag me in a random starter post. tracking: gothamsknight

[gothamsknight]

[ Bruce's favorite game: Twenty questions. ]

[thevickivale-deactivated2014060]

"I’m fine,” she promised, standing up to be more on his level. “While the concern is sweet, I…I poked a bear and in Gotham that doesn’t usually leave you unscathed. A girl’s gotta own up to her actions, right?”

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"Mm," Bruce had acknowledged her reply with a small nod, "And did the bear happen to have a name?" It wasn't unlikely that Bruce would peak such an interest, but he truly was curious. Although it was none of his concern, someone getting away with assault was a crime that should be brought to justice. It was, after all, his nightly duty. 

[thevickivale-deactivated2014060]

"Something like that…" she replied curtly, thinking back to the previous night. Would he believe her if she said it’d been a cop? Would he care? She kept quiet, taking the handkerchief. "Thank you."

She could feel his gaze as she dapped softly at her lip. It bled just slightly when she spoke, pulling at the injured skin. “I imagine your night went better than mine.”

[gothamsknight]

"It went alright. Wouldn't complain." He had said rather modestly, his shoulders shrugging lightly. "But I assume this topic should be about you, though." Bruce continued, changing the subject off of his night. "It seems pretty serious, am I wrong?" 

[thevickivale-deactivated2014060]

"Before you even ask, I’m fine…" She did her best to hide the split lip, the slight bruising on her face. Vicki didn’t need gossip or pity.

[gothamsknight]

"I'm sure you are," Bruce retorted. "Been nosing around in places that you shouldn't?" He asked, taking out a handkerchief for Vicki.  

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Barbara listened as she suited up... and understood Batman's caution - she had only just begun to participate in the field again, so she reassured him the best she could: "Every day, two hours on, three off. Just like you said, boss." Her tone wasn't sarcastic or weary, but chipper - she was happy to be able to keep up with him again. 

"Ready to show you up tonight - or at least try," she said, emerging from the sectioned off room, pulling her gloves up and cowl down. "What part of town are we gonna start in?"

[gothamsknight]

"Uptown, North Point. Investigating a problem. A new drug is coming through the North River. It's affordable and dangerous, and that's all I know." Bruce replied, looking over at her, hearing her remark about showing him up. "We'll see." He retorted, double checking the equipment he had and needed. "Are you ready?" 

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gothamsknight entered the Batcave

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"If you’ll have me, sure," she said, rising from her seat at the database, "Give me a minute to suit up, and I’ll be ready."

"Got any calls, or is it just hide and seek with thugs tonight?" she asked as she walked over to the separated section of the cave which contained the bat- and robin-suits.

[gothamsknight]

"No calls -- just hide and seek. Things have been too quiet for my tastes." Bruce was never one to lay light if things were quiet, it just made him want to work harder, and to make sure things are as they seemed. 

"Have you been practicing in the simulator? I don't want any mistakes tonight."

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gothamsknight entered the Batcave

"Going out on patrol now, boss?"

[gothamsknight]

"Correct. Are you coming tonight or not?" 

[gothamsknight]

[ Back. Will be working on a few things now. ]

[gothamsknight]

[ Be back later. ] 

[gothamsknight]

[ Batman-Mun secretly watches over everyone and silently agrees with various posts here and there. I am the Night. I’m Batman. ]

[gothamsknight]

[ Off for the night. Tag me in whatever or send me messages for plots. Thank you for the ones who have followed me and to the others who eventually do so also. You guys are great. ]

[thevickivale-deactivated2014060]

"I could say the same thing, Mr. Wayne. I thought for sure I’d have to bribe someone to meet you. Well I was hoping to set up a meeting to do an interview but I’m a flexible woman; I’ll take a quote about your plans for Waynecorp?"

[gothamsknight]

"Glad that wasn't the case. Unlike most, I don't shy away from journalists; especially the ones that I'm personally a fan of. I feel that the people should know what exactly is in store for Waynecorp and what our next move is for Gotham. You name the time and place and I'll be there." 

[gothamsknight]

thevickivale found her way into Wayne Enterprises. 

"Vicki Vale, correct? Quite the surprise. What exactly can I do you for?" 

[gothamsknight]

The Illness | Bruce and Barbara.

[theredheadedbat-archive]

The past few days had been terrible on the redhead. It had started out with a normal flu. Something she had a million times. But around the third day, her fever began to spike, almost dangerously so. Upon finding out that she was sick, Dick had carted her off to the Manor, where the acrobat was sure she would get taken care off while he dealt with getting an interim replacement for Oracle. It was all an annoyance to the redhead.

Of course, with Bruce and Alfred’s ever watchful eyes, there was no way Barbara could do anything but stay in bed, sleep and attempt to eat whatever soup Alfred had deemed appropriate. But that had stopped on the fifth day, when she began throwing up anything put into her stomach including water. 

Now,  it was well into the evening on the seventh day and Barbara had a calm enough day. She had slept fitfully, dreaming of nothing, or the bits that she could comprehend were jumbled and messy. Like Tim dressed up as Spoiler for an example. Nothing serious. But weird. That was an hour ago, now. All she could hear was that laughter. The redhead shuddered, her eyes darting around the room. She wasn’t in the bedroom anymore. She was in the last lair she could remember Killer Croc being in. Well, the last one she had seen with her own eyes. But it wasn’t just Croc. No. That laugh, tinged with insanity was echoing in her ears.  

And she wasn’t alone. Of course she wasn’t.  In front of her tied to a chair, was her innocent little brother, James Jr. Croc was in the corner, she could see, and Joker behind Jimmy. “D-Don’t!” She cried out seeing the knife the clown was holding. “Stop! He doesn’t deserve this!”

[gothamsknight]

The distress Barbara was displaying was something Bruce hadn't seen in a long time. It was a look that he dread more than anything else. He had accepted her as the daughter he never had and for good reason too. Similar instincts would strike him as if he was her parent. That natural state of protection, no matter how dangerous it was, Bruce was willing to put himself on the line for her. So she could live. This was not the case no, because this was treatable, and it has gone far beyond just soup and water now. Pivoting on his feet, Bruce opened the door once more that led out into the hall. He called for Alfred. "Bring the I.V. and the cold cloths!" 

Bruce had a suspicion that she was getting dehydrated along with the relentless, vicious fever. Coming back into the room, he took this moment to make his way back towards Barbara. Did she even see him? Kneeling down beside her bedside, keeping a careful watch on her before speaking. "Barbara, listen to my voice. This is Bruce. I need you to snap out of this. What you are seeing is not there. He's safe." Bruce didn't know who this 'he' was, he had a few ideas, but at this moment it wasn't important.

His hand soon moved over onto her's, then taking it into his own. "You're in Wayne Manor. You are in a safe location," Bruce kept speaking to her, calmly as he does, when Alfred came in. Standing behind him, Alfred had placed one cold washcloth on the back of her neck. Bringing down the fever was the main focus, then afterwards once everything was said and done, the I.V. would be put in.  

[gothamsknight]

The Illness | Bruce and Barbara.

Barbara had only been stricken with an illness for only a handful of days now, but things seemed to have gotten progressively worse. Like with most things that concern the people whom he considered family, this had worried him, although only slightly. It would be quite difficult to be the man he is if he was an emotional wreckage of a human being. These were the moments where being calm was the key factor in solving this situation. Barbara's immune system was getting worse, Bruce was witnessing day after day. With the fever she was having, the possibility of her mind conjuring horrid visuals was well on it's way. 

At first, a serenity of peace had finally laid itself on Bruce like a warm blanket. The night had gone along rather well and while the redhead was still ill, perhaps she was going to feel better in the morning. Like most fevers, they strike at night. A sudden scream disrupted Bruce's slowly blooming peaceful evening. With swiftness, Bruce had went to aid her in her time of need. 

Barging into the room he saw that her face was blushed with a deep red and her eyes were wide, darting from one side of the room to the other. "Barbara..." He had spoken easily to her, trying to make his way towards her without making sudden movements. From the look on her face, there was something wrong. "Tell me what's going on." He continued onward, hoping he could get an answer out of her. 

[gothamsknight]

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