Doctor Thomas’s POV:
I’m going to die, I’m a dead man. They cant find out, they wont find out, they wont find me if I’m gone. I begin to pack suitcase full of documents when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pause momentarily and answer;
“Doctor Thomas speaking” I mumble
I hear muffling in the background and sirens “Hello, Doctor Thomas? This is Brenda Aniston. I’m calling to let you know your patient- Bruce Wayne has had an incident and we was wondering weather you could help, he’s too unstable for us to understand what to give him.” Jesus Christ its already happened. This wasn’t supposed to happen, none of it was. The only way to make sure he doesn’t cause too much attention was to get rid of him, but I cant get my hands dirty. But thinking it through, maybe I could use him and run a few experiments since he is the first human being to have survived the toxin.
“Sir? Please, he’s getting violent and nothing is working” she pleaded through the phone.
“Okay, but have him ready for all DNA withdrawals. Oh and Brenda dear, please don’t mention this to a soul or ill know about it” I threaten before I hang up. I just couldn’t handle this whole operation to fall apart, not now.
Salina’s POV:
The memories of last night flash in my mind; Bruce was so frail and weak, I didn’t know what to do so I called the ambulance. But what was strange was when he collapsed on the floor I went to try and help him, but he had the look of fear in his eyes and started screaming at the top of his voice… “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” He was a crippled mess, tears ran down his damp face and all his muscles where flexing in pain as he tried to open his eyes, then after a while of struggling he just blacked out. I dropped to my knee’s and grabbed the phone at the side of the bed and called an ambulance. The women taking the information said they’d be here as soon as they can and to try and give him space.
Okay so maybe this was in his family genes or something and there was some kind of medication he could take. I glanced down at Bruce and placed my hand on his cheek, feeling nothing but coldness.
“It’s going to be okay Bruce, it’s going t- BRUCE?!” I felt a cold hand on my throat that was crushing my windpipe; my eyes opened and there right before me was Bruce Wayne -sweat all over his face and neck with the most brutal look in his eyes- with his hands around my throat.
Back in reality, Bruce was put into the intensive care unit in the hospital and didn’t get charged as the blame was medical, even though we don’t exactly what to blame it on. I went back to the house and flopped on the king sized bed. I guess I could call Gordon, I mean I did promise him.
“Commissioner Gordon speaking” I started to think about everything that’s happening and what this all would look like to him. It’ll look like Bruce has finally lost his senses and all the craziness was caught up to him, and then drove him to attempted murder to his own girlfriend.
“I…I” choking over the tears in my throat, I couldn’t carry on my sentence.
“Salina? What’s wrong? Tell me” He was in his officer mode and was ready to do anything for us.
“It’s Bruce- strangled me- he’s sick, not himself- in hospital” Was all I could say before bursting into tears, and swallowing my breaths. How could this happen to a man so selfless?
“I’ll get men to collect you and Bruce on a private plain, you two need to be here.” was all he said before hanging up.
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