Realization came suddenly; he was choking. Eyes flying open, Miles sucked in a breath – the faintest of sounds escaped his lips, not quite a sob. He sat up, kicking at the covers. They felt like they were going to wrap around his form and completely constrict his movement and breathing if he kept them over him a moment longer. It took him a few seconds to recognize he was in a hospital bed, in a hospital room, just like the day before.
His hand searched frantically for the remote that would call the nurse’s station – call Laura – and found it under his pillow. Practically yanking to his person, his fingers hovered over the buttons. They shook, and no amount of concentration could get them to stop. Staring past them to the controller, he dropped it and pushed his head into his palms.
How many times had he called Laura when he felt lonely, scared, confused? How mad were the nurses for his incessant buzzing, tired of his every whimper for company? He couldn’t do it again.
Lifting his head, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and shoved himself into an upright position. Sudden displacement of equilibrium had him stumbling and reaching for the wall. Shadows played against his fist, dancing along the line of his arm and beyond his periphery.
He didn’t dare glance over his shoulder and instead focused on locating the bathroom. In the split second his gaze crossed the room, he became aware of Tim’s bed not too far from his own, but he didn’t take the time to see if the other man was awake to witness this.
A few unsteady steps hastened into a near run for the bathroom where he crashed against the sink and bent over it. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the light, too afraid to see what shrouded his form in the glare of the florescent. Seeing it play across his vision during the day disturbed him plenty, he didn’t need it to haunt him at night as well.
Glancing at the bathtub just beyond the handicap accessible toilet, Miles pushed away from the sink and crawled inside. He drew the curtain closed and sank into the shallow tub. Head resting against the lip, he pressed a hand over his eyes and tried to breathe. He didn’t hear the quiet sobs that shook him, only felt the wet trails down his face.
Firmly pressed lips tried to muffle the sound, and he hoped no one could hear him. He could pretend the shower curtain would block out the rest of the world, shielding he from it, and it from him. The idea of sleep was impossible, and even as he pulled his arms tight around himself and pushed himself against the floor of the tub, he found no semblance of rest or peace.
He curled in, feeling as lost as a kid in the woods. He didn’t know what to do, only hide himself – covering his head with his arm.
Maybe it would go away if he wished hard enough.
Even though Miles had told her time && time again that he would
be fine— that she could stay home —Laura still found herself
returning back to the hospital. All she wanted was to be able to
make sure he really was there. Some sort of confirmation that he
had made it out of that place alive. She just couldn’t shake the
fear that she would wake up to realize it was all a dream, && that
she would have to dress in black for his funeral rather than to
visit him at the hospital.
Laura hadn’t slept much, && it showed in how there were dark
circles under her eyes. Her hands moved to rub the drowsiness
away, only to feel a sudden sense of dread in the pit of her
stomach. Something was wrong. She didn’t know how, but
even at a young age, Laura was able to know if Ruben was in
danger. That seemed to transfer to Miles when she met him, she
was able to feel if something was wrong. && right now, her
mind screamed that nothing was right.
She didn’t hesitate for a second longer. Laura ran down the
hallway, her hand pushing opening the door to Miles && Tim’s
room only to see an empty bed. ❝Miles?? Miles, where are
you—❞ Her heart sunk down to her feet. What if he had gotten
hurt or someone had taken him? So many things raced through
her mind, that when she finally pushed her way into the bathroom
to see him in the bathtub, all she could do was cry.
It was a relief. ❝Oh, thank god, you’re here…❞ The light was on
&& she had just moved to wrap her arms around him tightly. Her
lips pressing into the side of his head to offer some comfort as
she slowly got into the tub with him. ❝…Lousy bathtub, huh? It
doesn’t really compare to the one back home…❞ Laura tried to
offer a smile, her hand wiping at her eyes as she gestured for him
to come in closer.
He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to socializing again. Talking with clients over a drink and meal… smiling and laughing like it was normal… pretending he didn’t still get too-long glances at his hands. He liked using the recorder more and more instead of writing notes.
Coming home to her was bliss. Seeing her there, knowing she always would be, broke the tension that stiffened his muscles and shoved a rod through his spine. Walking up to her, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and nosed aside her hair to brush his lips against the slope of her neck.
She had already heard the door open— && it could only
mean that he was home. Laura felt her stomach fill with
excitement, && before she knew it, his arms were
around her waist as she let her neck crane out for him to
better kiss it. ❝I can tell—❞ She let out a soft moan, her
body already leaning into his. It had been such a long
time since she had felt him close to her, it was almost as
if there was a magnet forcing her back into his chest.
❝I missed you..❞ She smiled, her hands moving over his
arms slowly as she spoke.
Irritation stuck its barbs into his skin. She didn’t understand. “I’m telling you it’s not gonna happen. Nothing’s gonna happen to me.” He sighed harshly. “Just… Focus on keeping your brother out of trouble, alright? I’m the least of your concerns right now.”
❝Ruben is fine. He isn’t the one that is on a first name
basis with the entire staff of the hospitals in the US.
Nor is he doing anything bad. He’s fine. ..I’m fine. It’s
all just fine according to you.❞
Was he? Could he? Ever since he got discharged from the hospital, he rocked violently between paranoia and anger. It swirled as a black cloud over him, feeding off his emotions. “I’m going to do what I can as best as I can. I know what it does, what it did – that’s why I’m doing it. I’m opening people’s eyes. If I have to go visit some whack-jobs, fine.”
❝…&& I just wait for the phone call, right? I was used to
you on your other work trips, but you’re actually putting
yourself in harms way now. It isn’t about your luck any-
more. It’s just…— Forget it. At least you care enough
about this to get hurt over it. It doesn’t matter who else
gets hurt or has to see you in that condition.❞
All she had to do was blink && Miles was somewhere
getting into trouble. ❝…Of all the places to run off, he
chooses Gotham.❞ He was ‘safe’ near Arkham. That
was only due to her own deal with Dr. Crane. && she
probably had to make a deal with everyone in this
city in order to keep Miles’ head on his shoulders.
The one time she actually should have brought Ruben
along with her… ❝Who’s there. Miles, is that you, I
swear— I was almost done talking to Jonathan, you
could have waited.❞
“I’m not saying I’m Superman or Batman. You didn’t see that place. You–” It was a continuous nightmare behind his eyelids. He couldn’t get it to stop. “I’m not the first, and I won’t be the last. Do you want others to end up like me?”
❝No, I didn’t, but I saw what it did to you. You had trouble
holding my hand, Miles. You …❞ Laura merely rubbed her
temples, it was like talking to a wall. ❝No, I don’t want
others to end up like you! Or to die! But i don’t want to
lose you && have …—❞ She didn’t know what to say. All
she felt was her body tensing up as she grew more
frustrated with him. ❝…There will always be evil out there,
Miles. What are you going to do, fight all of it?❞
…. I have to fill out the stupid Mother’s Day card …..
I don’t know why this is so hard to do I already got ruvikology to give me what to write in the damn card…
Yes. Yes, that’s right, kids. I had VEREN tell me what to write in the card.
&& he gave me a PERFECT thing to write. It wasn’t vulgar at all.
Shocker, I know.
He didn’t need her to remind him. “I know I almost died but I didn’t.” He should’ve. “I’m being careful, alright? But you can’t expect me to take it easy. I put that story out about Murkoff, and all of them are gonna try to go under. I’m not letting it happen.” It ran like a mantra in his head; he couldn’t let this repeat.
❝…You like to think you’re being careful but you aren’t.
You act like you’re invincible or that you won’t repeat
the past again.❞ —She felt frustrated. Ruben willingly
let the police question him && she didn’t want to face
the idea that she would lose one of them. Not them.
❝…you aren’t a superhero, Miles. You can’t just take
on all the bad guys at once…❞
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“It’s fine, that’s not gonna happen again. All I’m doing is making sure places like that no longer exist.” He didn’t want to think about the hospital. “I’m getting enough rest – more than I need. Quit worrying.”
❝Quit worrying…?? Miles, you were shot && missing
fingers when I finally got to see you in the hospital!
All I can do is worry about you. I can’t help but think
that I’ll get a call from the hospital again or worse,
from the morgue! I’m.. I’m glad you want to stop
places like that from existing, Miles, I am. I just don’t
want it to be at the cost of your life…❞
He couldn’t die. He wanted to tell her that. “I’m not giving up what I’m do. You know I don’t write stories like the carnival being in town or the puppy parade.”
❝…–&& I’m not saying for you to quit, Miles.
I just need you to …be careful. You aren’t
even taking time to breathe… It wasn’t long
ago that you were in the hospital needing a
He grinned and continued to eat. “Maybe. I might even use those Sweethearts candy things.”
❝I think you’re sweet enough to be the candy.❞ She teased,
nudging at his side as she slid a packet that read ‘be mine’
“Like a daisy.” It’d been a long time since he had any sleep – proper sleep – and left him with a strange sensation. “I think I might sing and dance like that movie…” He trailed off in thought, letting a hand slide along her thigh and idly stroke it. “Uh… I’ll get back to you on that.”
Laura chuckled, shifting against him to get more
comfortable, ❝…Smile for the camera, Miles. So
when you are awake, you can see how lovely
you are in the morning.❞ && this was good to
keep for when he was away for work. ❝Not what
you meant when you said to bring the camera to
bed, I take it?❞
A quick swallow and lick of his lips kept her from getting an unnecessary share of his meal. He gave her a brief kiss. “I’ve got several others. There’s one that says ‘You have chosen wisely’ too.”
❝Well, it isn’t wrong. I chose the best.❞ She kissed
his cheek, reaching to look through the other
packets. ❝Are you going to woo me with hot sauce
from now on?❞
“Its okay, I’m here.”
“I’m not going to leave you.”
“Everything is okay.”
“I’m going to protect you.”
“I believe in you.”
“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
“You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.”
“You’re not going to lose me.”
“I love you.”
“I’ll stay right here, okay?”
“I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.”
“You’re everything to me.”
“I don’t care what they think, to me, you are perfect.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“You don’t have to be alone.”
He had felt her crawling on the sheets, but remained half submerged in the sea of slumber and laziness. When her weight settled over him, he groaned groggily and opened an eye. “That doesn’t look like breakfast in your hands.” His voice was rough from sleep.
❝Very observant of you.❞ She snorted, still recording
him as she gave his body a squeeze with her thighs.
❝Look how graceful my boyfriend is when waking
up. He wakes up looking so refreshed.❞
With a flick of his wrist, a sauce packet slid across the table toward her. It read: “I’m in good hands now.” He smiled at her around his taco.
A large smile took over her when she read the
packet, her body leaning over to tug Miles in
for a kiss. ❝ Yes you are, you dolt… ❞
I’m watching Mortal Kombat ( the movie from the 90′s that I think I’m the only one who liked it …. ) so I will have to answer memes etc tomorrow uwu That or on Friday since I do work tomorrow <3