I'm back FanFic-ing after a loooong time off! Life has really thrown me in the deep end, but I finally have some ideas that I want to type up and get out for you all to read!
I met Bruce Wayne when I was 21. He was this 22-year-old bedazzling, charming and overconfident man, flaunting all his worth, I was a casual waitress trying to pay my way through an EMT degree. He drank lots and tipped big, a beautiful woman on both arms. The Plaza was always one of his go to places, so it just so happened I encountered him quite a bit. Every time he got more drinks or food he'd give me a tip, look at my badge and wink as he said, "thanks Indiana."
It made me feel a little special, but I knew he did it to all the girls who served him. I wasn't a supermodel; my plain, lightly freckled face with my long brown hair hidden in a bun and my hazel eyes subtly hidden behind my fringe.
And then he disappeared. I soon after left my job and finished my degree. Got second class honours because I was too busy trying to work to keep my apartment. But I finished it and landed the job of my dreams, being a paramedic attached to Gotham General Hospital. But I never forgot Bruce Wayne.
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Being 25 and alone sucks. Adding on being recently dumped by my asshat of an ex is just the cherry on top. Living in a mid-priced one bedroom apartment in the outskirts of the CBD, the end of every shift finished the same way: shower, PJs, microwavable dinner and TV until falling half asleep on the couch, cleaning up and then going to bed. My investment of blackout curtains has been a real help with me sleeping through the day after a night shift.
It seems all the paramedics are doing are mopping up the injuries and such from people who try to face Batman, as well as the regular citizens of Gotham. I didn't mind, it kept me busy and in a job.
But today was different. I had the day off, surprisingly, so I got normal jobs done and finally bought some healthy food that I could eat rather than my highly-processed meals that I had been enduring forever. My body rejoiced at the apple I had for a snack in the evening.
It was late and I was in bed staring at the ceiling when I heard commotion coming from an apartment block around mine. I didn't think much of it, the area I was in wasn't the greatest. Suddenly, I heard glass break in the main part of my apartment. I jumped up, grabbed the tire iron I kept in my cupboard and crept out my door. There was someone lying on my tiled floor. It was a pretty big mass. Keeping calm, I turned on the closest light and gasped when I saw a very still Batman.
"Oh. My. God." I rushed over to him, log rolling him to his back and checking his pulse and if he was breathing. He was, which meant phase two. I ran into my room and grabbed my first aid kit from under my bed. "Ok, ok, ok," I got myself together, patting him down for injuries. Multiple shallow stab wounds in the outer thigh, another wound on his right side and maybe some damage to his shoulder. I saw his face and was tempted to lift the mask off, but that wasn't my place. I'm trained to help first, ask questions later.
"Batman? Batman, can you hear me?" I used sternum rubs to try and wake him to no avail. Ok, his airway isn't obstructed, he isn't struggling, so next step was to treat each wound. This took time, which both of us had. No-one was trying to knock down my door to get to him or flying through the door his just broke that leads out to my balcony. He probably just wanted to find some refuge. Stitches weren't necessarily taught to EMTs, but I knew how to do them from an old nurse at Gotham General who believed EMTs should be able to help when needed. After about an hour or so, I could see he was starting to come around.
I thought it would be best if I just left some painkillers, a water bottle and a note to say I could drive him anywhere if he needed or call someone. I knew he wouldn't do anything about the last part, but all I could do is offer. I retreated to my room and shut the door, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. It took another half hour or so before he left the same way he came, the crunching of glass evidence of his leaving.
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The days following, I had a feeling someone was watching me but I put that down to the adrenaline fuelled experience. I kept working, helping people, saving lives and generally pulling some great saves with my partner Veronica.
I got my door fixed, which cost quite a bit, and went back to my old routine. It was about two months later, a similar circumstance of having a day off, when there was a constant tapping at my balcony door. I didn't immediately grab my tire iron, with a feeling it was the same 'intruder' as months gone.
He stopped tapping when he saw me approach. I didn't turn a light on as I walked over and unlocked the door. He came in with a sense of urgency and almost immediately started talking.
"I don't have much time." I nodded mutely, a little confused as to why he was here. "I came… I came to thank you." His deep, husky voice lightened a little as he said it. He gave me a bag. "Supplies to cover what you used on me and cash for the door."
"Thanks." I said in a small voice.
After a moment, he swept back through the open door and vanished, just like that.
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The next day we were alerted by Gotham General Hospital that a VIP wanted to meet with EMTs. We get to a conference room where there is little sandwiches, refreshments and finger food going around. It was pretty flash. Veronica and I weren't too sure who the VIP was, who was currently in a corner surrounded by top brass from the hospital, so we happily ate our food and chatted about our days off, minus my visitor.
It wasn't until I was tapped on the shoulder, Veronica's eyes going wide in front of me. "What?" I ask, a piece of sandwich in my mouth as a turn around.
"Hi, Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you." He held his hand out. He looked… older. No, matured. Wherever he disappeared off to apparently did him some good.
"Veronica Pride." Veronica shook his hand first.
"Indiana Smith." I half choked out, swallowing what was left of my sandwich. He took my hand and gave it a genial squeeze.
"Thank you for everything you do in this city and for the hospital. It does not go unnoticed." He surveyed me as he said it, taking a slight look at Veronica so he didn't look rude.
"Thank you for the donations that keep this hospital going, Mr Wayne." I replied, looking away shyly.
Saved by an assistant, who steered Bruce Wayne away, I couldn't believe I had met the same man so many years ago.
Little did I know, it was going to be the first of many meetings I would have with Bruce Wayne… and Batman.
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