I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-01-24 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | alfred pennyworth, bruce wayne |
i_walktheline Good Idea / Bad Idea [Narrative]
All he wanted was to let someone with more power and knowledge than he had, know that something was wrong. An immortal after a preacher with powers rivaling God's, and mean and cocky enough to steal Death's sigil; Bruce didn't see how he couldn't do his best to get the information out there. This wasn't something he could fight. Mortal strength wasn't what was called for here, but cunning and tactics. And the best tactic was letting the right people know, and keeping Didi as safe was possible.
He kept the thoughts in the forefront of his mind as Alfred adjusted the iv-drip. Precision lucid dreaming. He'd never tried it before, but the theory seemed sound. And even if it ended up being a message in a bottle; that was better than nothing.
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"Easy sir, that's it, easy does it now."
Bruce blinked, and realized his eyes felt slightly gritty as if he'd been asleep. "How long ?"
"Just over twenty minutes since we began, sir."
Twenty minutes ? And a headache the size of Kal-el's fist. Bruce groaned.
"Is everything alright, sir ? Was it satisfactory ? I was quite alarmed you woke up so quickly."
"Quickly ?" Hadn't he just said twenty minutes ? "How long was I under ?"
"Not even five minutes. It ..."
"Any news ?" Bruce interrupted, emotion tightening his chest. His throat was dry, but before he could ask for it, a glass was in his hand, filled with cool water and a straw. Bruce sipped.
"Ms. Gordon has reported the beacon seems to have disappeared. She'd just got a hold of it, and then it was gone. Not turned off, just gone. As in out of range. She can't find it any where. Sir, " The IV was being pulled out carefully. "Is it too much to think you accomplished what you'd hoped to ?"
"No, Alfred. Not too much at all. I think I accomplished that and more." He rubbed his head again. "I think Death is a lot nicer than the rest of her family."
"She's managed to befriend you, sir. I should think she has a very good sense of humor."
Bruce mock scowled at him, pulling at the clasps to the suit. "Let me know when the beacon comes back. I should go ahead and cancel the reservations."
"Already taken care of, sir."
"Then I'll go say hello to the stainless steel god." Bruce pulled off pieces of the suit as he moved towards the bunker area, with bed and bathroom.
"Very good sir."
Bruce pulled off the last pieces of the suit as he stepped through the door.
"Alfred ?"
"Don't ever let you do that again, sir ?"
"Please."