Patient 18

by Kotahsouras

The man squeezed the trigger, sweat beads forming on his forehead. You try not to look upset as you thrust your hands upwards and outwards, taking a piece of your mind with you and projecting it at him. Immediately it took effect. At first the man looked confused, as if he wasn't sure what he was seeing. Then he dropped to the floor. GothamXReader Insert

4. Detective

"And the headache, Sir?"

Bruce sighed, pressing an ice pack to his forehead gratefully, his eyes closed in relief. "She did that too. Alfred, it was strange. She was obviously angry, anyone could see that. But she's like nothing I've seen before."

"What do you mean?" Alfred raised a grew brow, leaning over to snatch up another tylonol and some kind of home made herbal tea.

"Well for one, her hair did this... THING." He grunted slightly, trying to find a good way to word it. "It floated, but not just when she was using her powers. It was always floating, like it was stuck in a strong wind all the time. And her skin was practically snow colored." His voice was all-detective once again as he slid into the story, analyzing it in his mind. "She had these black tendrils that came over her body when she used her powers."

"Why do I feel as though you still haven't gotten tot he most interesting part?" Alfred mused, watching intently as the herbs int he tea soaked into the water, staining it a dark color.

"She sent me these images, Alfred. This isn't the first time I've hallucinated, but I actually FELT this. It was like being stuck in some kind of horror movie."

"Like Crane, Sir?"

"Yes, like that, but not exactly. She was defensive- she didn't want to kill me. And I saw these things- these people. The images where fast and painful, and I didn't get all of the information." Bruce leaned forwards in his chair and began to type away on the large monitor in the Bat Cave wall, searching. "Something about labs and research. I think it had something to do with the way she turned out like that."

There was a pause, before Bruce leaned back again and almost growled, "She's out in Gotham right now, Alfred. Who knows what she'll do? She doesn't want to hurt people, but she's dangerous. I have to get back out there."

Alfred hook his head. "Sir, you need to stay here and rest until these headaches go away. I'll send out Dick to investigate."

Bruce was obviously not pleased by the outcome of this, but grudgingly nodded anyways. "You sure he's fine out there alone?"

"He seems to think so?"

Bruce would have argued the point more, but a new wave of pain and nausea washed over him and he slumped back into his chair as Alfred stepped off to find Robin.