Kyoko: Capitulo dos! Whee! (grins)
Aki: Ooh…Spanish. W00t!
Kyoko: Yesh. Chapter 2 goes WHEEEE!!!
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Batman crashed through my balcony window and rolled, struggling to get into a crouch. My mouth went dry with fear and excitement, but at that moment Bane followed, reaching for the injured Dark Knight. He picked him up by the throat and laughed.
"Say good night, Batman."
Frantic, I searched for something to distract him. I spotted Batman's discarded projectile (a batarang I've heard it been called) a few feet away. Hopeless, but I could at least try.
"Say good night yourself!" I shouted, aiming for the green tube protruding from the back of Bane's neck. The batarang hit and spurted green liquid. Luck be a lady.
Bane screamed in agony and let go of the Dark Knight. Well, it distracted him. Bane began to shrink and I ran to Batman who was struggling to get to his knees and relearning how to breathe. Bane glared at me accusingly and reached for something in his belt.
"For you, chica, I have something special."
Something similar to a dart appeared in his hand and he threw it, faster than I could react. Batman shoved me out of the way and it buried itself in his shoulder. Bane stumbled from my balcony and off into the night. By the time I looked over the edge, he was already gone. I heard Batman grunt behind me and I gasped as he collapsed to his knees. I ran to him. "Batman!"
He swayed with a pained noise and I looped his arm around my shoulder.
"Hang on," I whispered, helping him over to my bed. I laid him on it carefully and found the dart still in his shoulder.
"I have to take this out, okay? It's going to hurt." I said and gripped it, yanking it out. He grunted and I stared at the foreign object in my hand. The point was hollow. Sweat beaded on Batman's face and his breathing was shallow and wheezy. It was a poison!
I fought the urge to panic and put my nurse face on. All the years in ER hadn't prepared me for this. "We have to get you to a hospital." I said but he shook his head weakly, trying to sit up.
"No…hospital."
"But you need medical attention and I don't have enough materials here-!" I began but he shook his head and repeated himself. Even injured, he wouldn't allow the public, or criminals for that matter, know that he was incapacitated. I sighed. I was going to have to do this myself.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
My blood froze. Uh oh.
"Miss? Is someone in here? We thought we heard a noise," the security guards of this level were knocking on my door. I cursed softly and covered Batman in my covers. He tried to move and I spoke to him harshly.
"You'll make the poison spread faster, lie still and don't move."
I hurried to the door and poked my head out.
"No, no, nothing's wrong. I'm just…remodeling," I lied cheerfully. They scratched their heads at me.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely! It's fine, I'm sorry for the disturbance, goodnight!"
I shut the door and locked it. I opened my dresser, pulling out my big, backup first aid kit. I tied my hair back and opened it, exhaling long and hard.
This is going to be a long night…
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The dream was of the events before, except it was more vivid and louder. It melted into the first time I'd seen him, high above the streets of Gotham, about to be plummeted to Death's waiting arms, but instead I found his.
The telephone rang and the dream crashed around me. I groped the bed for it and found warm skin. I sat up. Batman lay in a deep sleep on my bed. Oh yeah.
I gazed at his sleeping form, then snapped out of my reverie and grabbed the phone.
"Yeah?"
"Anita, where are you? I needed you at eight and it's almost ten."
I rubbed the side of my face and swore as I looked at the clock.
"Oh…sorry, Gail, but something came up. I can't get in today."
She sighed angrily. "Don't tell me it's that no good ex of yours?"
"No, no, I promise it's not. Rough night. I'll try to get in tomorrow."
"Ok, ok, I'll cover for you."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Ever."
I managed a chuckle and said goodbye. I ran a hand through my tousled hair and stared at the man on my bed. Hn. Haven't seen that in a long time.
He was alive, but he'd be out for a couple of days.
A couple of days…
Could I keep it up that long? I would have to try, at least. I sighed and got up, wincing as things popped in my back from sleeping in a chair beside the bed all night and morning. I slumped across the room to find something other to wear than my nightclothes.
On the way back to the bathroom (Because, hey, he still is a man on my bed who could wake up at anytime), I grabbed the phone and called someone to fix my balcony windows. Now, the trick was hiding my unconscious hero. What fun.
It took nearly all of my self-control not to remove his mask because I knew he wouldn't be pleased if I had. He was far too massive for me to move by myself, so I couldn't really get him to my bathroom alone. I needed help. It was the only way. I sighed and dialed Gail's cell phone number.
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A knock sounded on my door.
I rose from my chair and looked through the peephole. The blue eyed, redhead known as my best friend for twelve years looked distorted and impatient outside my door. I opened it halfway and peeped around the hallway.
"This had better be good. I'm on my lunch hour, Anita Gabrielle Thomas." She grumbled. I yanked her inside, facing opposite of my big secret.
"Gail, you have to promise not to tell ANYONE about this."
She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I promise. What's the big-"
I turned her around.
"…deal…?"
She gaped. I almost smiled, but knew better. She mouthed wordlessly and tried to speak.
"You…that's…him…in….your…no way…."
I shook my head and was about to explain when she shouted,
"DUDE! YOU GOT LAID BY BATMAN??!!?"
I stared at her, face consumed in red-hot fore and indignantly sputtered, "WHAT!?"
She suddenly grinned evilly at me.
"See, I knew you were in-"
"Shut up!" I hissed as I heard footsteps outside the door. We fell silent and they passed. I exhaled and sent her a glare.
"Announce it to the world, why don't you! I called you because he's hurt and I need to hide him while someone comes and fixes my windows."
"…Oh." She said in a sort of ashamed and disappointed voice. I shook my head.
"Come on…"
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We ended up moving Humpty Dumpty into my bathtub while the guys replaced the glass doors for a hefty price. It took them only a hour, though, then Gail and I moved Batman back to my bed. I told her what had happened the night before and explained that he'd be immobile for a few days.
"I think one of us should be here to check up on him and make sure his injuries are taken care of each hour. Be ready to call the cops if Bane decides to pay us a visit."
She nodded seriously. "Don't worry. We'll take good care of him."
I nodded, mostly to myself, and grabbed my purse.
"I'll go get us some lunch. Lock up after me and don't answer for anybody but me."
I left.
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Kyoko: Whoo…that was longer than I thought. (is making Terry massage her aching fingers) Anyway, if you haven't already noticed, this fic is kind of similar to "I've got Batman in my Basement", which I don't own but I based this off of it. It was fun! Oh, and I noticed there is a bit of anachronism in the first chapter with the Staind song but it's sort of a motif so forgive me. No one even KNOWS what year it is during "Batman: the Animated Series" because the cars are old but most of the technology is not. (shrugs) You got me. Willing Suspension of Disbelief, my friends. (Aki: LITERARY TERMS!) That's all I ask. Oh, and one other thing: REVIEW!!