Dr. Leslie Thompkins ([identity profile] lesliethompkins.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2006-08-31 01:35 pm

Multiplicity

Five minutes is all it takes. She wanders out into the hallway in search of coffee. When she returns, her midnight patient is gone. The bed is empty. The sheets are twisted and forgotten. The IV dangles, dripping its contents out onto the floor. She stands there in the doorway, staring in disbelief.

Her sleep deprived brain struggles to comprehend the facts. When she left, the Joker was unconscious. His tortured and mutilated body would not have permitted him to move with the speed needed to leave the surgical suite. Someone must have helped him. Or someone must have taken him.

There's only one person she knows who can move that fast.

Another sensation begins to build right along side the acid burn in her stomach. It's a knot. Pure, unadulterated anger. He brought her a patient to care for, regardless of her feelings. He brought her the man who killed Alfred. He expected she do everything possible to save the Joker. He removed that patient without her permission. From her clinic.

Twenty minutes later, she once again lets herself into the Manor. She bypasses the house and makes a beeline for the cave. There isn't an ounce of fear amidst the rage.

[identity profile] smiles-everyone.livejournal.com 2006-09-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Tempation koff is the mother of invention, doc. I'm sure you'll figure a way koff around those moral precepts -

He pauses as she releases his wrists, and his voice abruptly smooths out.

Well, don't need to do that any more...

[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com 2006-09-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
The eyes of the ventriloquist's "Scarface" dummy faces her from its display case in the cave. The doll seems almost to be staring at her... eyes boring into her.

Accusing.