Gotham Hospital

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

Leslie sighed as she entered the automatic doors of Gotham's major hospital, turning her nose away from the filth and smell of blood wafting in from the waiting room. She hated this place, hated being here, hated having to go see who she'd been calling in for.

Not that she hated Brenda, but the woman was going crazy, firing Alfred and chasing away those she loved most. And Leslie just knew as soon as she walked into the room she'd be hailed with some angry remark, or be ignored. If Brenda was even conscious, that was.

Still, she'd been called in for a reason. And even though her name as Brenda's doctor had obviously been an overlooked error on Brenda's behalf, Leslie was glad to know she'd be able to help her in some way. She wouldn't trust Brenda's health to some overworked, preoccupied and underpaid doctor who was at the end of a 36 hour shift.

"I'm here to see Brenda Wayne," she said to the receptionist, who blinked and drowsily nodded, giving her the room number. As she walked to the elevator Leslie sighed. In a place like Gotham there were never enough doctors.

Arriving at Brenda's door Leslie took a deep breath, took a moment to ask God for some help, whopeed Brenda would be a little less hostile, and knocked. after a moment she opened the door, and slipped inside.

"Brenda?"

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[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

There was a knock on the door and than it opened slowly. Alfred walked inside and stopped, taking in the scene for a moment. He sighs sadly with a shake of his head and turns to close the door.

He turns back and walks over to Leslie and takes her hand, but looks at Brenda with sad eyes. "How is she?"

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"Stubborn and exausted, but I think finally starting to realize some of the errors of her ways," Leslie said, getting up and nodding, smiling to him. "She's been doing better as well."

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

He smiles softly. "That is good." he states with a nod. "I would how long this one will last."

The worry could be heard in his voice even though he was trying to hide it.

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"She'll be alright, Alfred," Leslie took his hand and squeezed it gently. "And maybe she'll listen to us this time, when she wakes up."

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

He chuckles lightly. "I doubt it, my dear." he says softly. "She is as stubborn as her father."

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"Yes. But something got through to her earlier. I think coming here has opened her eyes a little," she smiled back.

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

"That is good." he states. "I don't know how much longer I can keep fighting with her."

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Brenda will never stop fighting. but she might start listening, too," she gave him a hug.

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

He sighs into the hug and holds her loosly to him. "Just we are getting old, my dear. We won't be around forever to get her out of trouble."

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"We're not that old yet," Leslie said, a gleam in her eye. "We have plenty of time to find somebody else to keep her out of trouble.\ There's roumers the Bat is now a man, havne't you heard?"

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

He pulls out of the hug to look her in the face. "No. No I have heard no such rumor..."

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"It was only a whisper amoung the addicts. Could just be thier hallucinations," she shrugged. "But there's always the chase some other vigilanty's shown up. Maybe he and Brenda would get along."

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps." he states looking back at Brenda. "It is the only thing I can pray for now."

[anotherbwayne.livejournal.com]

She'd been listening for a few minutes, just laying quietly with her eyes closed. But now she opens her eyes and looks up at the ceiling, wondering if they'll notice that she's awake. She can't see very well; part of it is from the tears of earlier, she's afraid part of it is due to the strain she's put on her body.

[dbattyones.livejournal.com]

"She'll be alright, she was just rough on herself. There's no poison or grave injury, it's all her just needing sleep and rest and food," she promised, then looked down at her. "Speaking of girls... good evening, Brenda."