Sticks And Stones
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He's never wrong.
He never allows himself to be wrong.
But it's staring him right in the face.
A lapse in judgment.
An error.
The few strips of gauze he's pulled from the drawer just aren't going to be enough to fix this mess.
The blood soaked wad currently in his hand is hurled in the direction of the sink.
He never allows himself to be wrong.
But it's staring him right in the face.
A lapse in judgment.
An error.
The few strips of gauze he's pulled from the drawer just aren't going to be enough to fix this mess.
The blood soaked wad currently in his hand is hurled in the direction of the sink.
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Date: 2007-11-29 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-29 03:34 am (UTC)The look on his face is touched with sorrow and strain. It's as composed as it's likely to get given the circumstances. Real or not, the visions has played on his fears and toyed with his heart.
Yes, he does have a heart.
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Date: 2007-11-29 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-29 03:47 am (UTC)His voice is little more than a whisper.
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Date: 2007-11-29 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-29 03:56 am (UTC)"I should report this," he offers weakly. He should go to the computer while the experience is still fresh. Right this instant. Instead, he remains.
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Date: 2007-11-29 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-29 04:26 am (UTC)How would he manage?
Poorly.
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Date: 2007-11-29 02:48 pm (UTC)He has watched the boy grow to manhood in the shadow of his murdered parents, their ghosts keeping stride with each step he takes. He has seen others flock to the prince of Gotham and to the Dark Knight, with only the most tenacious joining the parental shades in this boy's journey, this man's quest.
Though he must walk in the shadows, Alfred finds comfort in the companions who walk with him.