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Twisted-Wayleska part 8

Bruce walks into the cave with Lucius, whom he had called earlier that day to come help him with something.

"Im glad you could meet me here on such short notice." Bruce says, taking a seat.

"Anytime, Mr Wayne. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly did you need my help with?" Lucius asks.

"This is a sample of the laughing gas mixture Jerome used on Jeremiah. I was thinking...if the gas is like a disease, then there must surely be a way to create a cure." Bruce says quietly, holding a vial of purple liquid in his hands.

"You think the effects of laughing gas can be reversed?" Lucius says, stupefied.

"To some extent. I don't believe the cosmetic effects can be reversed, but Jeremiah is skilled with makeup, so he can hide it if he wishes." Bruce says quietly.

"You still care for him, don't you?" Lucius asks.

"He was my friend. I loved him. I should at least try to help him." Bruce answers, guilt and regret covering his face. If he had just killed Jerome in the house of mirrors, this wouldn't have happened. But no, he spared Jerome because he didn't want to kill someone. He didn't want to take that first step on the path becoming a villain. He felt himself slipping into madness, and he snapped himself back to reality at the last moment. But Jerome escaped Arkham, found Jeremiah, and drove him mad.

And it's all Bruce's fault, Bruce believed. It was also his responsibility to try and help his friend. To bring his friend back from the brink of insanity.

If only it was easier to bring a person back from madness than it was for that person to succumb to it in the first place...

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