Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

[yj_anon]

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Fill - Cuckoo 4b/?

[anonymous]

“What are you going to do, Bruce?” she asks and, for the first time, he’s really aware of how much more weary and aged she looks. “I don’t have the slightest idea of what’s wrong with him or how to treat-”

“Dick will be fine,” Bruce interrupts, rubbing his temple. He can feel a headache coming on and all he wants to do is make sure Dick’s fine and go home. “He’s been fine in your care so far and he’s probably still allergic to aspirin, so I don’t see how this changes anything. Just treat him like you normally do.”

Leslie rises from her chair, now looking deeply concerned. “Bruce… I don’t think you understand how serious this is. If he gets sick or injured, I’m not sure I can help. I wouldn’t even know where to begin-”

“Leslie, I trust you,” Bruce states firmly, “And I trust Dick. If something’s happened, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

That, unfortunately, does little to ease the worry now patently radiating from the doctor. “Bruce,” she starts, approaching him, “Are you…”

There’s a sudden knock at the door and a woman’s voice, colored by alarm, calls out, “Doctor Thompson?”

“I’m with a patient,” Leslie states loudly, frowning.

“I’m sorry, I know, but it’s an emergency,” the woman says, very real anxiety in her voice. “The boy in 1940 - he’s gone.”

Bruce is on his feet in an instant, headache completely forgotten, and immediately rushes for the door: “That’s Dick’s room!”

“Bruce, wait!” Leslie says, reaching for him.

He throws open the door, startling the nurse outside, and pauses a second. “Don’t worry. I know where he’s going.”

Then, he runs, disappearing down the hallway.

“Bruce,” Leslie says quietly, her face falling as she lets her hand drop. Wearily, she returns to her desk and sits, reaching for an old photo. In it, Martha and Thomas Wayne are caught mid-laugh. She traces their image with a finger and then finally lets out a heavy sigh.

Your son keeps getting further and further away, she thinks.

She closes her eyes.

I’m sorry, but I don't know where he's going anymore.

Re: Fill - Cuckoo 4b/?

[waffled_flambe]

Why did you have to mention Princeton Plainsboro? Now you've got me wanting a YJ/DW/House crossover fic XD

The reference to the Doctor's aspirin allergy was a nice touch.

Now I'm wondering where Dick has run off to - is he going to find his TARDIS? Or does he just need some space to take in everything that's just happened? I can't wait to see what happens next!

writer-anon here

[anonymous]

Because I'm evil and like to toss in little breadcrumbs and references, that's why. XD

Spoilers. ;)