To sleep, perchance to dream

[_darkknight_]

* Anger at the Crone, anger at himself, anger at the sheer helplessness of the situation boil in Bruce's blood as he undresses in the BatCave, practically throwing cowl, cape and Kevlar in his vitriolic mindset. So much time wasted, so much timidity in action for the sake of protecting the innocent.

Since when, since when, is timidity acceptable

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[_darkknight_]

* In the BatCave, Bruce lies on a bed in the medical facility (a place he has visited too often for his liking) and closes his eyes. On the tray beside him is a note to Alfred, just in case.

Time to begin the song and dance. Time to take on the nightmares.

He's not afraid, damn it. *

[doctorfatejsa]

*Bruce blinks, and finds himself in a cave where hundreds of bats hang. Fate is there. He seems slightly more lucid than last time.*

You're back.

[_darkknight_]

Master of the obvious.

Where is she?

[doctorfatejsa]

*Fate points at the stone path on the ground.*

This is how I've been tracking her, but she moves quickly.

[_robin_]

Tim begins to notice a familiar presence in what he knows to be a dream.

Bruce? Is that you?

[_darkknight_]

Tim.

You're all right?

[_robin_]

Yeah...lots of wierd things happening though.

*eyes narrow* What the hell did you do to me?

[_darkknight_]

Sedative.

What weird things, Tim?

[_darkknight_]

* In the medical facility, Bruce awakens with a start, sits up, and covers his face with his hands.

That pose will not vary for some time. *

[_alfred_]

Master Bruce?

Master Bruce, are you awake?

[_darkknight_]

* long pause *

Yes.

[_alfred_]

Ah. I take it your slumber was not precisely the sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care?