Nightshift 41: Disciplinary Therapy Room 1 [M-U for Batman]
Success, success! The good doctor always enjoyed when an experiment worked so well that the research was allowed to continue. Now he had a new rodent, strapped naked to a table, ready to suffer in the name of progress. The man let out a chuckle as he set up the final preparations, thinking of the last time he'd worked his brand of magic, and how much better this would be.
Before he'd only crossed time. But space was a jealous partner, and who was he to leave it out in the cold, ignored and untampered with?
Of course this procedure would be much more complicated than the last, but that was all part of the process, wasn't it? Research and development, carving out the methods from theory, forging the machines, and at the end, laughing in the faces of those who lacked everything it took to take the next step.
But first, it was time to nudge his little bat awake, wasn't it?
"Oh Mr. Wayne." The doctor tapped his hand on Bruce's cheek, where none of the electrodes already placed on his head would be disturbed. Perhaps he'd be able to guess some of what was to come in the darkened room, based only on what he could sense through touch, or the scant details he could see in the blinding light directed at his face. But the doctor's ego liked to think that even the world's greatest detective wasn't that good.
"Oh Batman. It's time to wake up now."
Before he'd only crossed time. But space was a jealous partner, and who was he to leave it out in the cold, ignored and untampered with?
Of course this procedure would be much more complicated than the last, but that was all part of the process, wasn't it? Research and development, carving out the methods from theory, forging the machines, and at the end, laughing in the faces of those who lacked everything it took to take the next step.
But first, it was time to nudge his little bat awake, wasn't it?
"Oh Mr. Wayne." The doctor tapped his hand on Bruce's cheek, where none of the electrodes already placed on his head would be disturbed. Perhaps he'd be able to guess some of what was to come in the darkened room, based only on what he could sense through touch, or the scant details he could see in the blinding light directed at his face. But the doctor's ego liked to think that even the world's greatest detective wasn't that good.
"Oh Batman. It's time to wake up now."