< Unexpected Visitor - arkhams_dr >
Nadine Lewis hated GCN, but she didn't feel like changing the channel. It had been on for-- God. She didn't even know how long it had been on at this point. She'd listened as attentively as she could manage. The effects of days without proper sleep threatened to overwhelm her, but her mind never quite surrendered to sleep. She wasn't sure how much time she'd spent on the couch, but she knew the basic facts the anchors kept repeating.
The patients from the hospital- an entire busload- were still missing. Hostages, from the Joker's earlier threat against the city using Mike Engel. Midnight had come and gone, and, according to the television, the ferries were still in tact. An explosion large enough to endanger either craft would be audible even from her apartment, Nadine assured herself.
She was too tired to pace but too worried to sleep. Idly, her right hand tugged at the plastic around her left wrist. She hadn't bothered cutting off the tag from the hospital.
Her eyes closed for a few minutes.
Harvey-- She didn't know what had become of Harvey. Various sources claimed that he'd been gotten out of the hospital alive, but there was an aching, nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. Of course, he'd scold her if he knew that. Fatalism helped no one. Assuming the worst did nothing.
Then there was Jonathan. Arrested, forced onto a boat because of the Joker's threat against the city. Arrested because he'd helped her. Saved her. It had been an accident, a stupid, stupid accident. She hadn't meant to take all those pills, but if Jonathan hadn't found her... She owed him her life, and all he'd gotten for his trouble was arrested. Arrested and put on a ferry, made part of the Joker's newest "game." At least the "good" citizens of Gotham had not decided that their lives mattered more than a boatload of criminals. At least she didn't have to worry about Jonathan being dead. Just arrested. Due in court. On his way back to Arkham. It still gave her plenty of cause to worry.
Nadine's eyes flew open when she heard her apartment door open. She sat up quickly, reaching out to try to find a weapon. Her search ended when she saw the man in the doorway- tall and terribly thin, wet, with a gaunt face that was badly bruised and in clothes that were made for a man of a much different stature. It took her a moment to recognize him. When she spoke, her voice was low, uncertain, barely daring to believe what she saw.
"Jonathan?"
The patients from the hospital- an entire busload- were still missing. Hostages, from the Joker's earlier threat against the city using Mike Engel. Midnight had come and gone, and, according to the television, the ferries were still in tact. An explosion large enough to endanger either craft would be audible even from her apartment, Nadine assured herself.
She was too tired to pace but too worried to sleep. Idly, her right hand tugged at the plastic around her left wrist. She hadn't bothered cutting off the tag from the hospital.
Her eyes closed for a few minutes.
Harvey-- She didn't know what had become of Harvey. Various sources claimed that he'd been gotten out of the hospital alive, but there was an aching, nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. Of course, he'd scold her if he knew that. Fatalism helped no one. Assuming the worst did nothing.
Then there was Jonathan. Arrested, forced onto a boat because of the Joker's threat against the city. Arrested because he'd helped her. Saved her. It had been an accident, a stupid, stupid accident. She hadn't meant to take all those pills, but if Jonathan hadn't found her... She owed him her life, and all he'd gotten for his trouble was arrested. Arrested and put on a ferry, made part of the Joker's newest "game." At least the "good" citizens of Gotham had not decided that their lives mattered more than a boatload of criminals. At least she didn't have to worry about Jonathan being dead. Just arrested. Due in court. On his way back to Arkham. It still gave her plenty of cause to worry.
Nadine's eyes flew open when she heard her apartment door open. She sat up quickly, reaching out to try to find a weapon. Her search ended when she saw the man in the doorway- tall and terribly thin, wet, with a gaunt face that was badly bruised and in clothes that were made for a man of a much different stature. It took her a moment to recognize him. When she spoke, her voice was low, uncertain, barely daring to believe what she saw.
"Jonathan?"