Batman - Oneira 5
Title: Oneira
Author: Shaded Mazoku.
Email: herukatto@hotmail.com.
Part: 5/?
Disclaimer: Characters and some background belong to DC comics and Warner Bros. I’m merely playing in their sandbox for a while.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: “I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams.” - Dr. Jonas Salk
Pairing(s): Wayne/Crane…
Fandom: Batman (mix and match)
Notes: I hate this chapter so much! It killed me to write. Next chapter will be better, I hope...
Chapter 1* Chapter 2* Chapter 3* Chapter 4
Bruce coughed, the mouthful he'd just taken of his coffee going down the wrong way.
Jonathan eyed him with a single raised eyebrow. “You'd think you'd have learned not to drink while getting information by now,” he said dryly, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. Fixing Bruce with an odd look through his lashes, he smiled slightly. “You really forgot about Ms. Beaumont?” He sounded almost hopeful.
How was Bruce supposed to answer that? If he lied and said he remembered, he was going to get in trouble when Andrea showed up and he couldn't really remember much at all. But if he admitted the truth, it would make people even more worried he'd gone mad.
Truth to be told, he was starting to think that either he was going mad, or he was just recovering from madness. There was few other ways to explain why he had two conflicting sets of memories, and one of them involved dressing up as a bat to fight crime.
“When did Andrea and I get engaged?” He asked, keeping his coffee cup on the table in case of any more surprises. The way this day was heading, he'd be likely to spill it on his lap and hurt himself, or something like that.
Jonathan rolled his eyes as he spoke. “Five months ago, on Valentine's Day. It was apparently all very romantic, or so Ms. Beaumont said.” There was an underlying hint of sarcasm to his tone as he finished the sentence.
Andrea had a way of making him act far more emotional and uncertain than he was comfortable with, and Bruce didn't really want to think about that right now. He still wasn't sure if this was real or some sort of hallucination, no matter how much he wanted a life where there was no need for a Batman. If this was a hallucination, he might wake up before having to deal with an illusionary Andrea. If not, then he had the rest of his life to sort things out. He'd deal with his relationship issues in time, preferably a time when he didn't still feel like he'd accidentally fallen off the world.
Right now, though, he really didn't want to think to much about it. Besides, he was still trying to find anything in Jonathan's behaviour that didn't add up. It was a little hard to believe that he was good friends with someone who he clearly remembered trying to kill him.
The truth was, though, that as time passed, his memory of his life as Batman was growing more and more dim, seeming more dreamlike than anything. The best description for it would probably be hazy, as the memories seemed to be hidden by fog. Bruce supposed that he should ask Jonathan about that later, when they weren't somewhere anyone could overhear. He really didn't fancy the press finding out that the Wayne heir was acting crazy.
Instead, he decided to change the subject to something more harmless.
“Not a big fan of Valentine's?” He asked the other man, trusting himself to take another sip of his coffee now. The cup felt good in his hands, a solid and warm presence.
Jonathan gave him a dry smile. “Not really, no.” He took another sip of his tea. “Did you know that being in love is chemically very similar to insanity?”
Bruce blinked. He'd heard something like that once, but he'd never thought about it. As Batman, he'd never had the time for romance, so it had never been an issue. It wasn't really a surprise that Jonathan wasn't that interested in romance, though. As far as he could recall, Jonathan was a very career-driven man, who loved his job more than anything. There was something he seemed to remember that was slightly off about this, though.
He finished his coffee and looked over at Jonathan. “Don't you live with a girl, though?” He seemed to remember as much, though he wasn't quite sure how he remembered.
Jonathan chuckled. “Yes, I do.” He smiled at Bruce, amusement clear in his eyes. “However, we're merely roommates. Asylum work is surprisingly unprofitable.”
“The state trying to save in the wrong places again?” It seemed to be a common problem no matter which reality you believed in. Batman had argued against it, and yet Bruce could also remember Jonathan complaining about the same thing.
Finishing his tea, Jonathan nodded. “As always.” He calmly folded his hands on the table in front of him. “We're working on a petition now, but they're probably going to turn it down again. Or give us a lot of empty promises.”
The conversation moved on from this point, until Jonathan was called back to the asylum.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the display. “Honestly, I don't know what they'd do without me up there,” he said dryly.
Bruce gave him a smile. While he was still completely confused about the whole thing going on, talking to Jonathan had definitely helped him calm down. “Need a ride?” He needed to go home and really think about this, and how to deal with it.
“I'd appreciate that, yes,” Jonathan said, getting up and putting on his jacket.
Bruce got up and joined him, leaving payment on the table. “You really need to get a car.”
“I'd need a licence first, I'd think.”
Author: Shaded Mazoku.
Email: herukatto@hotmail.com.
Part: 5/?
Disclaimer: Characters and some background belong to DC comics and Warner Bros. I’m merely playing in their sandbox for a while.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG for now.
Summary: “I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams.” - Dr. Jonas Salk
Pairing(s): Wayne/Crane…
Fandom: Batman (mix and match)
Notes: I hate this chapter so much! It killed me to write. Next chapter will be better, I hope...
Chapter 1* Chapter 2* Chapter 3* Chapter 4
Bruce coughed, the mouthful he'd just taken of his coffee going down the wrong way.
Jonathan eyed him with a single raised eyebrow. “You'd think you'd have learned not to drink while getting information by now,” he said dryly, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. Fixing Bruce with an odd look through his lashes, he smiled slightly. “You really forgot about Ms. Beaumont?” He sounded almost hopeful.
How was Bruce supposed to answer that? If he lied and said he remembered, he was going to get in trouble when Andrea showed up and he couldn't really remember much at all. But if he admitted the truth, it would make people even more worried he'd gone mad.
Truth to be told, he was starting to think that either he was going mad, or he was just recovering from madness. There was few other ways to explain why he had two conflicting sets of memories, and one of them involved dressing up as a bat to fight crime.
“When did Andrea and I get engaged?” He asked, keeping his coffee cup on the table in case of any more surprises. The way this day was heading, he'd be likely to spill it on his lap and hurt himself, or something like that.
Jonathan rolled his eyes as he spoke. “Five months ago, on Valentine's Day. It was apparently all very romantic, or so Ms. Beaumont said.” There was an underlying hint of sarcasm to his tone as he finished the sentence.
Andrea had a way of making him act far more emotional and uncertain than he was comfortable with, and Bruce didn't really want to think about that right now. He still wasn't sure if this was real or some sort of hallucination, no matter how much he wanted a life where there was no need for a Batman. If this was a hallucination, he might wake up before having to deal with an illusionary Andrea. If not, then he had the rest of his life to sort things out. He'd deal with his relationship issues in time, preferably a time when he didn't still feel like he'd accidentally fallen off the world.
Right now, though, he really didn't want to think to much about it. Besides, he was still trying to find anything in Jonathan's behaviour that didn't add up. It was a little hard to believe that he was good friends with someone who he clearly remembered trying to kill him.
The truth was, though, that as time passed, his memory of his life as Batman was growing more and more dim, seeming more dreamlike than anything. The best description for it would probably be hazy, as the memories seemed to be hidden by fog. Bruce supposed that he should ask Jonathan about that later, when they weren't somewhere anyone could overhear. He really didn't fancy the press finding out that the Wayne heir was acting crazy.
Instead, he decided to change the subject to something more harmless.
“Not a big fan of Valentine's?” He asked the other man, trusting himself to take another sip of his coffee now. The cup felt good in his hands, a solid and warm presence.
Jonathan gave him a dry smile. “Not really, no.” He took another sip of his tea. “Did you know that being in love is chemically very similar to insanity?”
Bruce blinked. He'd heard something like that once, but he'd never thought about it. As Batman, he'd never had the time for romance, so it had never been an issue. It wasn't really a surprise that Jonathan wasn't that interested in romance, though. As far as he could recall, Jonathan was a very career-driven man, who loved his job more than anything. There was something he seemed to remember that was slightly off about this, though.
He finished his coffee and looked over at Jonathan. “Don't you live with a girl, though?” He seemed to remember as much, though he wasn't quite sure how he remembered.
Jonathan chuckled. “Yes, I do.” He smiled at Bruce, amusement clear in his eyes. “However, we're merely roommates. Asylum work is surprisingly unprofitable.”
“The state trying to save in the wrong places again?” It seemed to be a common problem no matter which reality you believed in. Batman had argued against it, and yet Bruce could also remember Jonathan complaining about the same thing.
Finishing his tea, Jonathan nodded. “As always.” He calmly folded his hands on the table in front of him. “We're working on a petition now, but they're probably going to turn it down again. Or give us a lot of empty promises.”
The conversation moved on from this point, until Jonathan was called back to the asylum.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the display. “Honestly, I don't know what they'd do without me up there,” he said dryly.
Bruce gave him a smile. While he was still completely confused about the whole thing going on, talking to Jonathan had definitely helped him calm down. “Need a ride?” He needed to go home and really think about this, and how to deal with it.
“I'd appreciate that, yes,” Jonathan said, getting up and putting on his jacket.
Bruce got up and joined him, leaving payment on the table. “You really need to get a car.”
“I'd need a licence first, I'd think.”