audrey main // ramona flowers (dyingatherfeet) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-04-18 12:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | batman, lois lane, ramona flowers, robin |
Who: Luke, Audrey, Thomas, and Max
What: Thomas gets injured by a protester, and Luke, Audrey, and Max go to the hospital.
Where: Bathos, then Virginia Mason
When: During the mob activity
Warnings: Violence
The mob outside of Aubade that evening was not a friendly group, consisting of protesters against the masks on one side, and protesters for on the other, separated by police who were keeping a pathway open, and they had their job cut out for them when Thomas Brandon walked out the front doors of Aubade. The crowd whipped into an immediate frenzy, with everyone trying to get past the police.
Thomas, for his part, gritted his teeth and let it happen. It was not in his nature to wait, and he was fully aware, after a night previous on the streets, that the city needed the Bat as much as it had in the months before he had began again in Humanity. He could have found a way around the crowd, and the men he’d hired could probably have shoved their way through, but Thomas had to show them that he was going and coming from Aubade just like a normal man did, so they weren’t watching for other abnormalities about his movements. As he moved, it was not research and PR on his mind, but the merits of one plan over another, whether it was Thomas Brandon or the Bat that was the threat. Thomas didn’t understand when they’d become two people; that was not what he’d intended.
The police were stretched thinly, and though they did their best to keep people back, a man slipped beneath the arms of an officer and directly into Thomas’ path. No one knew he had a gun until he lifted it. The police officer, a tired, aging traffic cop that just wanted the day to be over, was already turning to pull a straggler back into the crowd, when he saw the gun and desperately reached out to push the man’s hand up.
The man’s hand flew up. The gun went off with a flash. Thomas saw it coming and, with reflexes born of someone who saw the end of a gun barrel far too often, started to throw himself to one side, but not fast enough. He felt the impact but not the pain. The shot rang out, sound slower than light. Thomas didn’t hear it; the bullet got him askew in one shoulder, and it turned him over and knocked him down hard enough that he didn’t protect his head as he fell.
Police tackled the shooter to the ground in a pile of angry hands and hard weight, even as the crowd panicked. Some few clustered around Thomas, and shouts for someone to call an ambulance accompanied the stars behind his eyes as everything went white.