A scream woke me. I jerked up suddenly and my hand flew for my gun. No gun. Reality hit me then. I lay in a hospital bed. Paper gown and all. I slowed my breathing as the door flew open. Again I reacted quickly. I had the vase of flowers in my hand and flying at the door without thought.
My eyes focused at a female scream and the warning cry of a boy. My head snaps to look at he bed next to mine. Timmy. I sigh and fall back into the bed. Relaxing a little. The female was panicking. A soothing male voice spoke softly coming her. I glance over after Timmy speaks.
"Mae, we're safe," he says with his eyes locked on mine.
I smile soothingly at him. Timmy smiles back. He didn't have anything attached to him. I however did. The woman and man came over then.
"Maeve," a familiar male voice says in a warm tone.
I turn my head to look at them to make sure it was him. I smile weakly. Still calming my heart from the startle. Adrenaline leaving and making me feel a little tired.
"Bruce," I say in a weak, dry voice.
"Here," he says holding out a cup.
I reach out a hand and snatch the cup. He looks a little startled by how harshly I too it and how greedily I drank it. I held the empty cup with my eyes closed. Savoring the water.
"I can't believe she threw a vase of flowers at me," the female snips haughtily.
I turn my head to her. The little warmth from my eyes draining as she watched. The glass shatters as my grip tightens on it. She pales quickly. Eyes widening. My silent threat sinking in. The blond tall, leggy woman had the looks and obviously played the dumb card up. I knew she was smarter than she played. Vicki Vale was not one of those dumb beautiful blonds she pretended to be.
"Maeve!" Bruce cries as the blood from the shards reached the blanket. He hit the button for the nurses quickly.
An older nurse rushes in. She takes one look at the blood and glass and quickly sets to work. Breaking the moment with Vicki. It was a short moment, but was ages between us. I gazed into the distance as the nurse cleaned my hand and took the blanket off me, careful to keep the glass in it.
"Aunt Mae," Timmy says as he crawls onto the bed with me.
My head turns to look at him and I smile softly at him. I knew my eyes were warming up. He hugged me and cuddled up. I put an arm around me and held him close. Bruce was watching us with a soft smile and a little curiosity. Vicki was glaring.
"What happened, Timmy?" I whisper with my eyes locked on Bruce.
"That goon tried to rape you. You screamed and he hit your head hard. The clown man came and saved you. He took us to the hospital and told me to tell them your name. Then he left," Timmy says while burying his face in my chest.
"You did good, Timmy. I told you we would be fine."
"I told you to eat, Aunty," he mutters.
"You needed it more than I did."
"Gordon has looked for Timmy's parents," Bruce says softly.
I focus on him again.
"They had died in the hospital an hour before the bomb threat.'
I look down at the small brunet boy with those pretty grey eyes. Ghostly just like mine. I glance up at Vicki as she speaks.
"He is going into the system soon. Not like anyone is going to want a child with eyes like that and a record like his," she says stubbornly.
My eyes had lost all warmth as I jerked up and gripped her hair.
"Are you saying that I was a bad child because my parents died and I had eyes like his? Miss Vale, I think you should watch your words. That is a direct insult to me and this child. No matter my state I will reprimand you for it," I growl darkly.
"Maeve, she meant no harm by it," Bruce says softly while touching my shoulder. I jerk away with out thought. It was automatic.
I sigh as I relax a little. Timmy was looking up at me. Eyes full of wonder and respect.
"I'm sorry, Vicki, Bruce. It has been a trying few weeks. I'll take Timmy."
Bruce smiles at me.
"I already had the paperwork filled out. I knew you would say that."
I laugh as I look at him. My eyes warm and smiling. He smiled back. His hand gripped by Vicki. She was showing her claim of him. I paid it no mind. Bruce was not a person of my love interest. The door opened.
"Maeve!" Gordon calls gleefully.
I smile and let him hug me tight. I hug back. Laughing with him. He pulls back to look at me.
"Thank God you're alright. We thought you were dead. You weren't with the other hostages. We thought he had killed you or worse."
"We were in GCPD's old building. He held us in a cell."
Silence. Timmy was twirling his fingers through my hair.
"So.. You're a mom now," Gordon says with a smile.
I go to protest and close my mouth as I laugh. I was. Timmy was my son now. I look down at the boy happily. I couldn't bare leaving him to somebody else. We both blinked at the flash of a camera. My head whipped around to glare at the person. Vicki.
"That will be such a great story. New Chief returns with child," she says with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" I growl at her.
"She's-" Bruce starts.
"I'm here with my boyfriend," she says smugly.
My angry eyes slip over to Bruce.
"So you loose my sister and stoop to this. Honestly, Bruce, I knew you liked the beautiful women, but dumb, ignorant, and rude as well? Surprising," I hiss.
I stand and yank the things from me. I was leaving. Timmy jumps down as well. He grips my hand as he sends a dark look at Vicki.
"Wow, you two are perfect for each other," she comments sarcastically while snapping another picture of us.
Gordon goes to grab me. Bruce was too stunned. I never struck out like this when around him. He had never seen this side of me. Vicki stumbled backwards. Trying to get away. I had the camera in hand as Bruce caught the woman. She watched with horror struck eyes as I threw the camera out the window.
"I despise dimwits," I state calmly as I pull on the coat offered by Gordon.
Out I go. Leaving them behind.
