The_NewCatwoman
09-15-2001, 10:19 PM
Selina leaned back over the arm of the couch, imagining the sweet and sour wine gliding down her neck, comforting her.
Raising the flute to her lips, she stopped suddenly, cursing angrily when she remembered, she was pregnant. Even she wouldn't drown the baby in alcolhol, although she surely wanted to.
Then she cursed herself, what was with thinking homicidal thoughts of your own child? How phycho could a person get? She answered her own question before she even finished thinking it.
Her father had almost killed her,...in the kitchen with a steak knife. There was blood everywhere,... not her blood anyway,...clumsy spanish trying to stop her screams,... his body thudding to the floor, passed out cold.
Selina opened her eyes, tears over-ran her eyelids, soaking into her blouse. "Oh, God." she moaned burying her face in her hands. Her fingers parted, blurry vision worsened by the stinging salt, it almost made her miss the fact that she'd spilled the wine.
Slowly rising off the couch, she quickly took the glass into her hands, staring miserably at the now almost-empty glass and the red blush of the gray carpet.
She felt the hopelessness well up in her body as she erupted into heavy sobs, collapsing onto the floor, she curled into a ball. Voices in her head, trying to stop her screams.
**
Bruce sat, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to hear. The engine purred to a stop as he turned the ignition off. Turning his head he stared at the large doors of the house, his breath fogging the window, blinding him of the outside.
Sighing, he opened the door and stepped out of the car. Autumn leaves crunching under his black Eagles. (Shoe design)
Immeadiately he felt a presence behind him, he knew without seeing who it was.
"Don't you have homework or something to do?" he asked slightly annoyed, before turning around.
"Done." said A.J. calmly, legs swinging over the side of the roof.
"Get down." Bruce said, marching back towards the house.
Bruce opened the door to find Tim standing nervously ready to take his coat, "I think she had a nervous breakdo..." he started, before Bruce rushed upstairs to the bedroom.
"Selina?!" he asked nervously kneeling at their bedside.
Selina lay eyes closed, not acknowledging his arrival.
"What happened?" he asked to Alfred who stood on the other side of the bed observing Dr. Leslie Tompkins.
"We arrived this afternoon Sir to find Mistress Selina in a rather compromising position, something about spilled wine and blood."
"I'll take it from here Alfred." Leslie said gently, excusing Alfred to see about the other duties of the house.
"She didn't have a breakdown, I assure you," Leslie started, noting Bruce's subtle heave of relief as he waited for her to continue, " there was always a risk that this would catch up with her."
"What?" Bruce asked, taking Selina's hand into his.
"The circumstances surrounding her eventual orphanry." Leslie said matter-of-factly. "Her parent's suffered separate horrific death's, both with her in the house, it's not unusual for children who..."
"Children like us." Bruce added bitterly.
"Children like you," Leslie added slightly annoyed, "who witness violent behavior in the home at such a young age to sort of..."
"Relapse?" Bruce asked airily.
"Yes." Leslie answered quietly, "When I treated you back then, I thought Selina was the least of my worries!"
Bruce snorted his reply.
"But it seems she's much worse now than she was when she was six."
Bruce buried his face in her stomach. "What's going to happen to her?"
"Therapy, twice a week, if you have to drag her to the session you'd better, she needs plenty of it. Lord knows we don't need history to repeat itself with her."
Bruce gave a muffled "Fine." before waving his hand for her to go.
Leslie ignored his blatent rudeness, adding quickly, "Well since you're in a hurry for me to leave, you must know she's pregnant."
Bruce's face rose immeadiately, "Since when?!"
"That baby's barely an embryo, that cake is quite fresh and up to date." she added with a smile, leaving Bruce in near-shock alone upstairs.
"Take care of your quary." she said with a chuckle to Alfred.
"Of course Madame." Alfred replied cheerfully.
Raising the flute to her lips, she stopped suddenly, cursing angrily when she remembered, she was pregnant. Even she wouldn't drown the baby in alcolhol, although she surely wanted to.
Then she cursed herself, what was with thinking homicidal thoughts of your own child? How phycho could a person get? She answered her own question before she even finished thinking it.
Her father had almost killed her,...in the kitchen with a steak knife. There was blood everywhere,... not her blood anyway,...clumsy spanish trying to stop her screams,... his body thudding to the floor, passed out cold.
Selina opened her eyes, tears over-ran her eyelids, soaking into her blouse. "Oh, God." she moaned burying her face in her hands. Her fingers parted, blurry vision worsened by the stinging salt, it almost made her miss the fact that she'd spilled the wine.
Slowly rising off the couch, she quickly took the glass into her hands, staring miserably at the now almost-empty glass and the red blush of the gray carpet.
She felt the hopelessness well up in her body as she erupted into heavy sobs, collapsing onto the floor, she curled into a ball. Voices in her head, trying to stop her screams.
**
Bruce sat, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to hear. The engine purred to a stop as he turned the ignition off. Turning his head he stared at the large doors of the house, his breath fogging the window, blinding him of the outside.
Sighing, he opened the door and stepped out of the car. Autumn leaves crunching under his black Eagles. (Shoe design)
Immeadiately he felt a presence behind him, he knew without seeing who it was.
"Don't you have homework or something to do?" he asked slightly annoyed, before turning around.
"Done." said A.J. calmly, legs swinging over the side of the roof.
"Get down." Bruce said, marching back towards the house.
Bruce opened the door to find Tim standing nervously ready to take his coat, "I think she had a nervous breakdo..." he started, before Bruce rushed upstairs to the bedroom.
"Selina?!" he asked nervously kneeling at their bedside.
Selina lay eyes closed, not acknowledging his arrival.
"What happened?" he asked to Alfred who stood on the other side of the bed observing Dr. Leslie Tompkins.
"We arrived this afternoon Sir to find Mistress Selina in a rather compromising position, something about spilled wine and blood."
"I'll take it from here Alfred." Leslie said gently, excusing Alfred to see about the other duties of the house.
"She didn't have a breakdown, I assure you," Leslie started, noting Bruce's subtle heave of relief as he waited for her to continue, " there was always a risk that this would catch up with her."
"What?" Bruce asked, taking Selina's hand into his.
"The circumstances surrounding her eventual orphanry." Leslie said matter-of-factly. "Her parent's suffered separate horrific death's, both with her in the house, it's not unusual for children who..."
"Children like us." Bruce added bitterly.
"Children like you," Leslie added slightly annoyed, "who witness violent behavior in the home at such a young age to sort of..."
"Relapse?" Bruce asked airily.
"Yes." Leslie answered quietly, "When I treated you back then, I thought Selina was the least of my worries!"
Bruce snorted his reply.
"But it seems she's much worse now than she was when she was six."
Bruce buried his face in her stomach. "What's going to happen to her?"
"Therapy, twice a week, if you have to drag her to the session you'd better, she needs plenty of it. Lord knows we don't need history to repeat itself with her."
Bruce gave a muffled "Fine." before waving his hand for her to go.
Leslie ignored his blatent rudeness, adding quickly, "Well since you're in a hurry for me to leave, you must know she's pregnant."
Bruce's face rose immeadiately, "Since when?!"
"That baby's barely an embryo, that cake is quite fresh and up to date." she added with a smile, leaving Bruce in near-shock alone upstairs.
"Take care of your quary." she said with a chuckle to Alfred.
"Of course Madame." Alfred replied cheerfully.