Re: The Party Pooper + Everyone
Zatanna's breath hitched when she heard Bruce's voice. Her adrenaline was quickly running out and the pit forming in her stomach was slowly consuming her. But she couldn't do anything-- couldn't do anything except try to keep the children safe and watch in horror. And she was horrified. What was her doing? God, he was going to get himself killed!
And then the insane clown was holding his gun to Bruce's chest and Zatanna forgot to breathe. She watched with wide eyes as the world moved in slow motion. She heard the Joker call to his good and saw him dragging the mayor out as the henchmen unloaded more bullets. She saw Bruce trailing him, and she had no idea why. (Why would he do that? Didn't he understand how dangerous the Joker was?)
She wanted to tear her eyes away, but she couldn't. Zatanna watched right up until Bruce took a dive in front of one of the orphans she hadn't been able to wrangle so quickly. (That's when the world sped up again.) She raced over to him-- oh, God, he was shot! Bruce had gotten shot saving one of the orphans. Oh God, oh God, oh God!
Kneeling beside him, Zatanna pressed her hands over his wound to try and stop the bleeding. "Bruce," she said quickly, trying to draw his attention. "Bruce, can you hear me?" Oh God, he might be going into shock. There was a small crowd starting to form and she looked up at one of the nameless faces. "Get me a clean cloth or towel or something," she ordered quickly.
Taking a breath, she added: "And everyone who isn't a doctor back off." The last thing Bruce needed was a crowd of people gawking at him.