Bruce Wainright has (onerule) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-13 13:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !hotel, *log, bruce wayne, eddie nigma |
quicklog: bruce & eddie, the hotel.
[Bruce knew this was a bad idea. He knew; he just didn't care.
Selina was dying. He could live in denial, he could tell himself pretty lies over and over, but neither would change the truth. Steve said the cure would be found in time but how did he know? It had already been too long. Days and days, and she didn't have any dances left. How could he stay in Gotham? How? He'd left her to die once before. No, twice. During the plague, when the only thing that saved her was an abomination: the Pit. During Watchtower, when he'd gambled with her life and won through sheer chance. He couldn't do it a third time. He couldn't do it again. All the reasons why he should stay out of the Marvel door paled in comparison to the alternative. If she died and he wasn't there, if he never had a chance to say the things he should have... maybe she was right, maybe he'd gone soft in his old age, but he couldn't fathom such a possibility. He couldn't do it. Maybe, somewhere along the line, Luke had rubbed off on him, too. Or maybe it was days and days of worrying, of minimal sleep, and now Crane was dead and she was dying and he couldn't stay here. He had to go. Consequences be damned, and he didn't tell anyone. They would try to talk him out of it, he knew, and he couldn't let himself be swayed. If he didn't think about it, didn't think about getting sick or being stuck or Ra's finding out he was gone, then he could do it, and he'd deal with the repercussions later.
And if Steve was right, if it was almost over, what would it matter? Selina needed him. Gotham could wait a day or two. He'd put the city first so many times, who could fault him one tiny moment of selfishness?
The door was guarded. Yes, he'd ensured that. He didn't know whose shift it was. He didn't care. Clark or Diana or Hal, even Eddie, he'd get past them somehow. Bruce refused to let himself be stopped. He wore a modified version of the Batsuit, less bulk, full cowl pulled back; it was a modified sort of gas mask, built in, and maybe it wouldn't help but maybe it would. Precautions, see? Bruce hadn't entirely lost his mind.
As he approached, he saw it was Eddie who stood between him and Selina. He regretted that it was him, and he didn't want to hurt his friend. He didn't. But he needed to get into Marvel and he had no time to make the other man understand. A few feet between them, and he stopped.]
Eddie. I need to get in.