|Visiting the Manor
||[May. 4th, 2007|07:55 pm]
A Different Gotham
Jim Gordon sighed as he pulled up to the Wayne mansion, still reeling over discovering the true identity of the Batwoman.|
He stopped the car, then picked up the fresh bundle of carnations he'd picked up on the way back from the late shift, going up to the door and lifting his hand to knock, only to suddenly hear an angry scream and then the sounds of a heated argument coming from inside.
Suddenly an older woman Gordon knew as the poor-treating doctor Leslie opened the door suddenly, looking hassled and inviting him inside. He frowned and entered, then started and bolted for the crashing sound coming from a side room that was the opposite direction from the parlor where he'd been invited.
"Need some help?" he asked, setting down his tea and offering her a hand.
"I'm good. Thank you." She smiled up at him, then set her empty coffee cup down and took the crutches before standing. The move brought her very close to the Commissioner, and she looked up at him thoughtfully before turning away.
He realized he was holding his breath and carefully exhaled, bending and gathering the tray and cups while he scolded himself internally.
"Relax," said Brenda softly, waiting till she could walk beside him and then moving easily on her crutches, her body showing remarkable condition for what it had gone through the past several years.
"Yeah," he smiled, following her and marveling slightly at how fit she was.
"I was fit enough to do triathlons before I lost the use of my body," she said, noting his glance and facial language. "And I kept up the training after I got out of the hospital."
"That's good," he said. "But you haven't been overdoing it, right?"
"Not recently." She peeked into the kitchen and was relieved to see that Alfred must have stepped out for a moment. A nod to the counter showed where he should put the tray, and then she was turning away again and heading for her study.
He did so, then followed.
"So what do you do now, with your time off?" he asked.
"Well, we went to the museum the other day." She looked over her shoulder, then led him over to the clock and opened the secret door. "Hurry, before Alfred or Leslie come by."
He hurried, looking at her in confusion. "That would be bad?" he wondered.
"They don't like me spending much time down here." She watched the door swing shut behind them, then put both crutches to one hand and grasped the railing as she made her way down the stairs. -Alfred's been down here. This is dusted.-
"Where are we going?" he said, walking by her, ready to help at the first sign of weakness or strain.