Bruce Banner (i_seegreen) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-11-11 22:37:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Entry tags: | bruce banner, jonathan crane |
The good doctor...(Crane)
(Content warning, not sure just yet exactly what, but probably adult stuff. Be warned.)
Bruce had never really had a reason before to visit the well-known Arkham asylum, a place he couldn't help but associate with visions of crazy inmates wandering around in orange jumpsuits, babbling incoherently amongst each other. However, he had worked up the courage, and approached the front steps with caution. This was new to him, out of his regular routine, but he owed a lot to Dr. Crane, and he felt that it was about time he met the other man formally, and extended his gratitude. He didn't know exactly why, but he felt a little uneasy about this particular building, and decided not to mark it with an organic microchip, not really sure if he'd ever want to come back to this place. The scientist in him found this old building completely fascinating, but the rational part of him was a little bit afraid, and that was rare for him. This place seemed to radiate chaos and evil, but somehow Bruce had managed to find the courage to approach its stairs, and the large metal doors. The building seemed fool proof, which was assuring, though he knew he could take just about anything that was even remotely a threat. With a sigh, followed by a gulp, Bruce ascended the concrete staircase that lead to the doors of the asylum, sliding them open with surprising ease, despite how heavy they seemed.
Enigma hadnt spoken much of Dr. Crane, so Bruce wasn't sure what to really expect from him, though he was aware that the doctor was some kind of master of potent substances. It was, after all, Dr. Cranes serum that could actually subdue the hulk, if only for moments, long enough to change back into a man, and that was all Bruce had really needed. It was the opportunity Bruce had yearned for, as the hulk, to be able to get back to a rational state. Upon entering the lobby of the asylum, Bruce padded across the concrete floor in a pair of soft soled slip on shoes, approaching the front desk. He paused, and looked at the nurse, whom returned his glance with a blank stare before asking him a question in an annoyed manner, "can I help ya?" He nodded and cleared his throat before blurting out softly, "Dr. Crane, is he in? You can tell him it's Bruce Banner. He should know who I am." He explained to the woman, though she had closed the glass partition that separated them after he had said his name. He stepped back and waited, standing quietly in the waiting room, wearing his favorite light purple button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of khaki pants.
There was some screaming fromw down the hallway, which made Bruce flinch, hoping the doctor was in. He didn't know how much more of that screaming, or this place, he would be able to take. He was glad, now, he hadnt decided to chip this place. It was best left forgotten about.