I do not own Batman Begins or any DC characters, but I do own Dr. Madeline Thomas and the characters pertaining to her.
"Bruce, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I was involved in the car accident." He said as I began walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To get you a Doctor." I stated.
"Aren't you a Doctor?"
"Yes, but not the Doctor you need?" I commented.
"Are you implying that I should visit a psychologist or something?" he asked.
"No, I'm not. But now that you mention it…."
"Madi!"
"I'm a pediatrician, Bruce. I deal with children, not full grown men."
"You're just saying that so you can get away from me and we will avoid the conversation that we both know will occur anyway." He said.
"You want to have this discussion here? Fine. Why'd you leave? Why'd you tell me you loved me and then walk away? Do you honestly think that was a smart move? What about Alfred? Did you ever think about how he would feel about you up and disappearing? Bruce, they said you were dead!" I said trying to catch my breath. He tilted his head down so his eyes were staring at the floor.
"See, you can't even look me in the eyes and give me an answer. I've got to go, when you get the answers to those questions come and see me. Then we'll talk." I retorted while slamming the door and walking as fast as I could out of the Hospital.
I needed fresh air. I needed to clear my mind. I needed to get away. So I did. I just started running, as fast as I could. After about an hour of running, I found myself on the bridge that connected Gotham with the Narrows. It was colder here than it was at the hospital, I figured it was because of the water. The water, it looked so violent yet peaceful at the same time. I caught myself staring at it, but I was interrupted by someone grabbing my arm.
"Hey there, Pretty." He said through his gunk stained teeth.
"What do you want!" I replied.
"Got an attitude, don't cha? Well, I can fix that." He said before grabbing my other arm and leaning me backwards on the bridge so my upper half was hanging over the edge. I screamed as loud as I could.
"Having fun now, Pretty?" he asked. Then out of nowhere a dark figure grabbed the scummy man and shoved him to the ground with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled me down onto the bridge. He beat the living hell out of the guy and then turned to me. My heart was beating fast and my chest felt like it was caving in, I was having a panic attack, I just knew it. The caped crusader looked me in the eyes and said "Breathe." And with that I passed out.
I woke up to an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Just when I was about to get up, the door opened,
"Ah, Miss Madeline, you're awake." The charming old man said.
"Alfred? How'd I get here?" I asked rubbing my head.
"Master Bruce was on his was home last night and he found you on the bridge unconscious." He answered.
"What was Bruce doing in that part of town?" I asked, realizing that every sentence that had come out of my mouth since I woke up had been a question.
"I was taking my car to the repair shop. You know that wreck I got into damaged my car pretty bad." Bruce said as he walked into the large bedroom.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"My head hurts."
"Here you go Miss Madeline." Alfred said while handing me some aspirin and orange juice.
"Breakfast will be done in a few minutes." He said before leaving Bruce and I alone.
"You should really watch out where you go at night, Madi. The Narrows isn't a good place to be." Bruce said while taking a seat on the side of the bed.
"Don't worry about it, I can roam the streets freely because the "Batman" is protecting me." I said trying to not only to convince Bruce but myself, also.
"Please don't tell me that you think that the Batman is helping."
"No, I used to think he was insane and a total creep, but I'm not too sure I believe that anymore."
"Oh really, and why is that?" He asked.
"No particular reason." I answered. Remembering how he saved my life.
"So, I've been thinking about those questions you asked me," He looked down for a brief second, then stared me straight in the eyes. "I ran because I was scared. I told you I loved you because really I do. My intent on telling you that was so we could be together, not so I could just leave you. Do you think that was easy for me to do? It was so hard to finally build up the courage to tell you how I felt about you. Why would I run away from you after telling you that? After my parents' murder I promised myself that when I met the love of my life, I would tell her. I would tell her how much I loved her and that if anything ever happened that I would always love her." He said.
We both sat their in silence for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. My Father had taught me that it is a sign of weakness to cry in front of others, but I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes. Lucky for me, Bruce was there to catch the one tear that fell.
"So, can we be friends now or am I going to have to apologize for the rest of my life?" he asked while flashing that gorgeous side smile.
"I think we can work something out." I said grinning.
"Alright then, Breakfast is probably ready about now. We should head down."
"Firstly, I look like a mess and I'm going to take a shower. Secondly, Can I borrow some clothes? These scrubs aren't the most comfortable apparel."
"Sure, I'll be right back." He said.
Before I knew it he was back with some sweat pants and a tee shirt. I thanked him and headed straight for the shower. After a long shower, I changed into the clothes Bruce let me borrow and I looked at myself in the mirror. Between the baggy clothes and the wet hair I could see a bruise on my right arm starting to form. Then it all began to make sense.
The Bridge. The Water. The feeling like I was going to die. The Voice….
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