i_crusade Relief. Return. [open]
It had been impossible to work. To study. To concentrate. To do anything of merit or use. He had barricaded himself at home in his bedroom and did trivial meaningless things. Pacing... Pull-ups... Even the times tables. Nothing could break the desire for Barbara Gordon, though he managed to retain some portion of control, enough to keep him from going outside and doing irreparable damage. He did this all throughout his day and through the night and all over again until he was close to delirious from lack of sleep. Eventually, he lost consiousness, slept, and woke to repeat the cycle.
Only this time when he woke, it was different. It wasn't gone. But it wasn't as intrusive. It was fading, this outrageous gift bestowed to Barbara. He raced to the Batcave, and indeed... the riots seemed to be lessening. The devout were losing their goddess. With relief, he leaned back and shoved the balls of his hands into his eye sockets, as if to drive the madness of the last few days out of his memory.
Desire was most decidedly marked in his book as a villian now.
Finally, he rose from his console and headed upstairs again. In less than forty minutes, he was dressed for business. The morning was breaking outside. He would return to his 9 to 5 job, try to plug holes in the breaking dam he was sure to find, and move forward from there.