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damned_institute2011-07-05 11:11 am
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2011-07-05 11:11 am
Day 57: Waiting Room/Lobby 2 (Fourth Shift)
By some stroke of luck, Harvey hadn't been bothered while he'd been in the library, allowing him to lose himself in a random book for at least a little while. Even so, he'd gone through all of his possible options for who might be visiting, from Gordon (in which case he'd probably end up sedated by the end of it) to his mother to Bruce Wayne to even the Joker.
He knew the latter couldn't be possible, not when he had to be rotting in a cell of his own by now. He'd better be, anyway. If Batman was going to be making a nuisance of himself, the least he could do was get the insane clown behind bars.
In other words, the book hadn't completely prevented him from working himself up about this whole visitor thing. It was the last thing he wanted, but as the shift ended and a soldier came to collect him, it became clear that resistance would not be tolerated.
And so he was shoved into one of the rooms, watching as the patients from the previous shift exited out, some looking relieved and others looking crushed. It only made the knot in his stomach pull tighter, but Harvey forced himself to breathe and calm down. No one he recognized was here yet, so he'd have a moment to compose himself at least.
Taking a seat off in the corner, Harvey considered grabbing one of the outdated magazines to read over while he waited, but he couldn't relax quite that much. Instead, he pulled up one leg to rest on the opposite thigh and made subtle glances towards the door every few seconds.
He knew the latter couldn't be possible, not when he had to be rotting in a cell of his own by now. He'd better be, anyway. If Batman was going to be making a nuisance of himself, the least he could do was get the insane clown behind bars.
In other words, the book hadn't completely prevented him from working himself up about this whole visitor thing. It was the last thing he wanted, but as the shift ended and a soldier came to collect him, it became clear that resistance would not be tolerated.
And so he was shoved into one of the rooms, watching as the patients from the previous shift exited out, some looking relieved and others looking crushed. It only made the knot in his stomach pull tighter, but Harvey forced himself to breathe and calm down. No one he recognized was here yet, so he'd have a moment to compose himself at least.
Taking a seat off in the corner, Harvey considered grabbing one of the outdated magazines to read over while he waited, but he couldn't relax quite that much. Instead, he pulled up one leg to rest on the opposite thigh and made subtle glances towards the door every few seconds.
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He traced the lines of the impossibly familiar face with one finger, cocking his head to the side. There was a face like his, and there was a face like Klink's, and they seemed very happy to be standing together. How strange.
Carter looked at the picture for a few more moments, then handed it back to not-Klink. "That's one heck of a coincidence," he said, offering a friendly smile. "I can see why you'd mix us up. If I see him around I'll tell him you're looking for him. But I'm really not your guy. Maybe we're related?"
His brother might grow up and get married. These things weren't likely but Carter considered just about anything to be physically possible.
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Briefly closing his eyes, Gunther resisted the urge to rub at his temples. No, it wasn't just him being dense. His nephew was a sick man, and it was going to take time for him to get well. That much was painfully obvious by now, even if it hurt to admit it to himself.
Well, as long as they were keeping him out of trouble (and explosives), then that was better than nothing. After reaching out for the photo, Gunther gently plucked it from Harold's grasp. "It's not a coincidence," he said. "Someday you'll see that. In the meantime, you'll always have a place in my home. I hope you'll at at least remember that in the future."