batwomans_gotham | Keeping a Promise

Brenda came home from the Nexus, telling the girls to take Ace out and throw the ball for him for awhile and then wheeling wearily toward the elevator. The slight cough she'd wakened with that morning was worse, and her head was ringing slightly as though she had a fever, but she pushed away the symptoms as she rode down to the Cave. The formula that she hoped would restore Kat to her proper age was completed, and she'd finished the initial testing. Trials on adult mice had shown no effect, but trials on mice that had been regressed with the formula that Kat had been exposed to had returned to their proper appearance.

She'd done those tests seven days ago, and the mice continued healthy. So all that was left now was for human testing.

Brenda wheeled into the lab and scrubbed her hands, then removed the container of de-aging compound from the locked cupboard and set it in her lap while she also got the antidote. This done, she wheeled toward a containment room and locked herself inside.

One whiff of the compound had her blinking disorientedly at the change in perspective and a little sick to her stomach, but she steeled herself and injected the antidote straight into a vein.

Perspective changed again, and Brenda managed a smile before her eyes slipped shut and she toppled from the wheelchair.

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"Mmm," she said, half asleep. "That's what I was saying. A place here in the room for the scary nights." Then she sighed and closed one hand on the front of his shirt. "Comfortable...."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "We'll worry about it later. Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

"Hmhmmmm." She sighed again and let the weariness and the medicine pull her under.

Jim looked up blearily, seeing the sunlight filtered in through the doorway.

There were a few minutes of peace, then the door opened and a tall, dark haired young woman in pajamas and a baggy shirt stumbled into the room. Jim started slightly.

"Who are you?" he said. The girl looked up, and he recieved a very familiar glare before she settled in at the foot of the bed.

Brenda whimpered at his movement, then started coughing wrackingly, her body protesting the exertion strenuously.

He went wide eyes and stroked her cheek. "Shh, sweetheart, it's ok. Shh...."

She finally managed to stop, only to put a hand over her mouth as she retched. "Leslie...."

He quickly stood and grabbed the plastic-lined bucket. The girl at the end of the bed slouched and didn't stir, even as Jim frantically hit the intercom by the bed.

Brenda lay back, fist over her mouth as she coughed slightly and tried to clear the congestion from her breathing tubes. -Upset stomach and congestion. This doesn't feel fair. Stop whining, Brenda.-

"Easy, love," Jim said, then looked up as Leslie hurried in.

"What's wrong?" she asked dozedly.

Brenda moaned slightly as her back spasmed. "I threw up, I'm coughing, and my back muscles are tied in knots."

"Roll over, we'll work out the kinks and I bet it will help you," she said gently. "Help, Jim."

"It might make me sick again, too," said Brenda skeptically, then blinked. "How's Kat?"

"Asleep," Leslie peered down at the young woman. "She looks a lot older without that silly costume on."

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