Gone || rp thread for bend_therules
Audrey arrived at Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane and went through the customary security procedures. After the guards were certain that the doctor was clear, she headed to the Medium-Security wing. As soon as she stepped inside, it was apparent that something was very wrong.
The nurses’ station was in chaos and orderlies seemed to be scattering in all different directions. The warden walked by, barking into a radio.
“Lockdown. Now. That’s a direct order. No more visitors, nobody leaves till we find her.”
Audrey’s brows raised in alarm. As the warden put the radio back on his belt, she approached him.
“Warden-what’s going on?”
“Dr. Westfield.” The warden looked grim. “I was just about to call you and tell you not to bother coming. Jane Doe is missing.”
“…what?” Audrey’s stomach sank.
“Looks like she’s back to her usual habits,” the warden said. “Guess your ‘therapy’ was for shit.” He glared.
Audrey was silent while she processed what he was telling her. “But-surely you can find her before she---kills.”
“She could’ve already killed,” the warden snapped. “Another one of my people dead because you damn doctors don’t listen.”
“You don’t-know that,” Audrey swallowed. “She’s hardly been around anyone - she’s been under close watch, in rooms where she couldn’t have possibly gotten a weapon. Sometimes she gets upset, doesn’t want to see people. Maybe she’s hiding…Maybe I can help you find her, coax her out…” Audrey was desperate to do something. Jane was her patient. She was responsible for this, for her.
“Yeah, right,” the warden was skeptical. “Jesus Christ, I’ve gotta call Jim Gordon.”
“At least-let me do that,” Audrey said, her voice quieter. “This is-my fault.”
“Sure,” the warden said with a smirk, “Better he reams you than me.”
An orderly called for the warden and he left Audrey to her phone call. She took out her cell phone, hand shaking, and dialed Jim Gordon. There was no answer. She hung up and dialed the Major Crimes Unit directly.
“Major Crimes, O’Donnell.” one of the detectives answered.
“This is Dr. Audrey Westfield,” Audrey said. “I’m calling for Captain Gordon.”
“He’s in a meeting,” O’Donnell said. “Can I take a message?”
“This is an emergency,” she said. “You need to get him now.”
O’Donnell sighed. “Hold on.” He refrained from saying ‘this is Gotham, lady. Every day is a friggin’ emergency.’ He put the phone down and headed to the Captain’s office, where Gordon had been meeting with members of the GCPD’s anti-violence taskforce. A moment later, O’Donnell knocked on the door.
The nurses’ station was in chaos and orderlies seemed to be scattering in all different directions. The warden walked by, barking into a radio.
“Lockdown. Now. That’s a direct order. No more visitors, nobody leaves till we find her.”
Audrey’s brows raised in alarm. As the warden put the radio back on his belt, she approached him.
“Warden-what’s going on?”
“Dr. Westfield.” The warden looked grim. “I was just about to call you and tell you not to bother coming. Jane Doe is missing.”
“…what?” Audrey’s stomach sank.
“Looks like she’s back to her usual habits,” the warden said. “Guess your ‘therapy’ was for shit.” He glared.
Audrey was silent while she processed what he was telling her. “But-surely you can find her before she---kills.”
“She could’ve already killed,” the warden snapped. “Another one of my people dead because you damn doctors don’t listen.”
“You don’t-know that,” Audrey swallowed. “She’s hardly been around anyone - she’s been under close watch, in rooms where she couldn’t have possibly gotten a weapon. Sometimes she gets upset, doesn’t want to see people. Maybe she’s hiding…Maybe I can help you find her, coax her out…” Audrey was desperate to do something. Jane was her patient. She was responsible for this, for her.
“Yeah, right,” the warden was skeptical. “Jesus Christ, I’ve gotta call Jim Gordon.”
“At least-let me do that,” Audrey said, her voice quieter. “This is-my fault.”
“Sure,” the warden said with a smirk, “Better he reams you than me.”
An orderly called for the warden and he left Audrey to her phone call. She took out her cell phone, hand shaking, and dialed Jim Gordon. There was no answer. She hung up and dialed the Major Crimes Unit directly.
“Major Crimes, O’Donnell.” one of the detectives answered.
“This is Dr. Audrey Westfield,” Audrey said. “I’m calling for Captain Gordon.”
“He’s in a meeting,” O’Donnell said. “Can I take a message?”
“This is an emergency,” she said. “You need to get him now.”
O’Donnell sighed. “Hold on.” He refrained from saying ‘this is Gotham, lady. Every day is a friggin’ emergency.’ He put the phone down and headed to the Captain’s office, where Gordon had been meeting with members of the GCPD’s anti-violence taskforce. A moment later, O’Donnell knocked on the door.