Who: Bruce & Steph
What: A visit.
Where: VA hospital.
When: Before Bruce takes off.
Warnings/Rating: TBD.
[In truth, Bruce didn't want to spend one more
second in Gotham. He felt like he was drowning, a slow suffocation that stretched out over days and became agony, but he could do this one last thing before he left, before he began his journey to save himself-- and if he failed,
if, he did want to see Stephanie one last time. There were some he couldn't face. Some he couldn't even tell he was leaving himself, and maybe that made him a coward, but he was so tired of self-deprecation; there wasn't any more of him left to hate.
He wore a black shirt, jeans, and he hadn't shaved in days. Hadn't slept, either, and overall he didn't look like the Bruce Wayne everyone knew anymore, but he liked that. Gone were the expensive suits and ties, gone was the wealthy playboy exterior-- he vowed to find a door where he wouldn't need them. He entered the hospital, found the psych ward, and politely asked to see Stephanie Brown. He was family, he said. It was a quiet request, no demand, and he knew his influence wouldn't do him any good here. This wasn't that kind of place. He didn't mind, though. He was here because he wanted to see her, and he wanted to not be turned away because she wanted to see
him too. He only gave his name when asked, and he liked that the nurse barely even blinked.
She told him to sit, to wait, while she went to see if Stephanie was up for visitors, and he did so without question.]