hello all. short chapter has allowed me to post it earlier than originally thought. thanks to all those who read & keep reading & for the reviews!
disclaimer: nothing is mine. (and certainly not the song by Badfinger)
Chapter 11: Day after day
I remember finding out about you.
Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday.
Everyday my mind is all around you.
They'd ended it. One weekend was all they could afford.
Looking out from my lonely room,
Day after day.
Bring it home, make it soon.
I give my love to you.
The train door groaned shut behind Ev as she walked on to Arkham. Mentally she ran through her schedule of the day—today was too busy a day to spare a moment, yet still her stray thoughts wouldn't stop.
I remember holding you while you sleep.
Every morning, same routine—glass of orange juice, twenty pushups, shower and dress, then head to Wayne tower. It was plain enough, and that suited Bruce—it didn't matter much to him, or so he told himself.
Everyday I feel the tears that you weep.
The sandwich from the small café around the corner was decent enough Ev thought. She was sure she could find something better if she really wanted, but she really didn't.
Looking out of my lonely gloom,
Day after day.
Bring it home, make it soon,
I give my love to you.
Small robberies, break-ins—tragedies in of themselves, but hardly requiring Batman's attention. He slumped into the chair in the cave after making rounds and spun around to face the dark cavern. What he wouldn't give to just bury himself away down here, ignoring the existence of the world, especially if it meant never having met Ev.
I remember finding out about you.
Ev set the pill on her tongue, quickly chasing it down with water. Her doctor had advised her to take two if she ever felt the need. Without thinking, she popped a second one, quickly downing it. With a new hole in her life, she felt one week of increased dosage should fill it and then she could move on, free from her unwanted longing.
Everyday my mind is all around you.
Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.
Looking out of my lonely gloom.
Certainly patrolling at night was helping—it was pure business, and then sleeping during the day. No time to hardly eat, much less think.
Day after day.
She tossed in bed at night—if he was half as crazy as she, then why hadn't she seen him, or at least heard something about him even though it was over?
Bring it home, make it soon.
This was foolish and ridiculous—end or no end, he had not even heard a word about her.
I give my love to you.
Despite it all, call it an obsession—they had to meet.
a tad predictable, i know, i know...but i'm a hopeless romantic at heart...can't leave things too miserable for too long. please post a review if'n ya wants & if not, thanks again for stopping by! chapter 12 hopefully up ina week or two.