http://batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] batwomans_gotham2006-12-10 05:57 am

Am I too old for this?

Alfred could be found in the parlor again finishing up his dusting. He always cleaned when he had a lot on his mind and one would not be surprised to find that Wayne Manor was sparkling.

A heavy sigh as he dusted the piano again for the third time.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
In the livingroom Brenda is frowning with intense concentration, her entire focus bent on one hand as it slowly moves across the sheet. She pauses to rest, giving a small hiss of triumph which turns into a coughing fit.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
She leans against him helplessly, breathing as instructed as her eyes slowly fill with despair. "Am I going to beat it this time, Alfred? Have I gone too far even for God to bring me back?"
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks, tears spilling from eyes that havn't wept in years. "Gotham hasn't got time." The words are a whisper of pain and sadness.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"What use if I come back to a city who's killed herself while I was down?" She squeezes her eyes shut. "Such an idiot."
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Idiot," she insists. "I can't do anything."
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Her face creases with the battle she's fighting inside, then clenches as she breaks down and truly weeps for the first time since she was a little girl.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
The sobs seem to tear out of her, wrenching her frail body. But the hand she'd been moving comes up to lay on his arm, the fingers curving weakly and without strength, but curving nontheless.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
She opens her eyes, then blinks and starts to cry again, though more from simply being overwrought and thankful now.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Brenda sighes and falls still, her eyes falling closed as her exhausted mind reaches for sleep. "God heals...."
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Her hand clenches spasmodically, but then relaxes as her eyes close once more.

"Thank you." It's barely a breath.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Which doesn't take long. His familiar presence on the side of her bed stands guard against her inner fears, and she trusts and sleeps.