|Bruce Banner (i_seegreen) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-11-12 17:53:00
|Entry tags:||bruce banner, dinah lance, zz:status complete|
A thin line....(Dinah)
When things were going to settle down was a time Bruce could only hope for. Not that his life had really ever run smoothly, even since his childhood which had started off extremely rocky, until now with his marriage and life in the City. If asked about his life now, Bruce probably would've claimed that he wouldn't change the way it was which was true. He wouldn't. He liked the life he was leading. It was actually pretty fulfilling for what it was and had become. He just wished it had more peace in it.
If it wasn't one thing it was something else. He didn't have time to be out on the street either keeping an eye on what his family was up to, meaning the things Edward was getting into and keeping track of Effie.
But when the call had come this time from the City jail, all Bruce could do was sigh, listen to the charges and be both annoyed with and proud of Effie at the same time. He was glad she had the guts to turn herself in to the police for her crimes, but she was just starting to adjust to life...this new chance she had been given and now she wasn't going to be back home for who knew how long. Again.
It was frustrating to say the least but the scientist was determined.
Bruce had called Dinah Lance, a friend he knew that kept an eye on his beloved, and they had agreed to meet at the City Park. Not that they had to meet in public, but it was safer for both of them should his emotions spike. Annie was at the Tower and an outbreak there would be very bad.
So that was how Bruce found himself sitting on one of the vacant swings in the even emptier playground. Dusk was settling around the park, but Bruce didn't mind. The autumn chill tried to hold on to him but his coat deterred any breeze from getting to the sensitive skin. He breathed out a fog of air and hoped Effie would be home for Christmas. The Violetta murders were a pretty big ordeal to claim to have done. And Bruce wasn't seeing any end in sight save for her incarceration in Blackgate. Jail wasn't where Effie needed to be. She needed to be home, but he couldn't make her do what she didn't feel was right in her heart. He had to trust she had turned herself in for a good reason.
This was what it was like when one started to become morally grey. And Bruce hated it.