A Crane : arkhams_dr
Duela Dent sipped a glass of ice water with lemon in it. It was the only thing that tasted decent right now. She sat on the master bed, leaned against the headboard. Her plan had been to go out today while Jonathan was out, start spreading the word herself about her little practice starting up, but she'd felt a little too ill. Some bug or another, she was sure.
Or else it was stress. Duela wanted to blame it on her mother, having felt ill a couple days ago when she went to see the woman, but it had started a little before then. Stress, no doubt.
Besides, her business cards weren't done yet, weren't quite ready to be printed yet. She'd written two versions, both hidden in her day-planner where Jonathan was unlikely to find them. They were nearly identical-- her name, her phone number, her profession. The only difference was in the name. One read "Duela Dent." The other? "Duela Crane."
She'd have to work up the nerve, sooner or later, to ask Jonathan which he'd prefer. She didn't want to simply adopt his surname without telling him, without his permission. However, since her return to Gotham, and especially the last two weeks or so in this house, she'd felt more and more like a Crane, like the mistress of this house...
But taking his name might be presuming too much, and Duela didn't dare do that without his permission. He still might decide she was too demanding, too desperate for his time and attention. He still might ask her to leave, and she couldn't risk that. She couldn't bear to lose him, too.
Or else it was stress. Duela wanted to blame it on her mother, having felt ill a couple days ago when she went to see the woman, but it had started a little before then. Stress, no doubt.
Besides, her business cards weren't done yet, weren't quite ready to be printed yet. She'd written two versions, both hidden in her day-planner where Jonathan was unlikely to find them. They were nearly identical-- her name, her phone number, her profession. The only difference was in the name. One read "Duela Dent." The other? "Duela Crane."
She'd have to work up the nerve, sooner or later, to ask Jonathan which he'd prefer. She didn't want to simply adopt his surname without telling him, without his permission. However, since her return to Gotham, and especially the last two weeks or so in this house, she'd felt more and more like a Crane, like the mistress of this house...
But taking his name might be presuming too much, and Duela didn't dare do that without his permission. He still might decide she was too demanding, too desperate for his time and attention. He still might ask her to leave, and she couldn't risk that. She couldn't bear to lose him, too.