#drmslst

the blonde was quietly,         uneasily,           standing outside the entrance to the school’s gymnasium. she was clearly NERVOUS, never having given the girl much of a thought before, let alone the time of day. but she couldn’t get the THOUGHTS out of her head, she wouldn’t be at ease until she talked to HER. to bella.

                          thanks to edward and his ever present whining about every aspect of his life - which she usually ignored - she managed to pick up, ever so easily, on the events that had just occurred in bella’s life. of her attack. and she was seething with rage at the men behind it.

as the students started quickly flooding out of the gym, rosalie quietly moved to the side, not wanting her unlikely presence to become a problem. she was tense, but she quickly and gracefully moved towards the door when she could smell bella’s scent coming her way. here goes nothing. ❛ bella...❜  she reached out a hand towards bella’s arm, stopping a couple of inches away from touching her. 

Maddie was watching a Disney movie and drawing in her room when Alfred came through the door. That wasn’t odd. He checked in on her every so often to see if she needed anything. But this time was different. The man looked worried, sad, scared. The ten year old’s lips created a thin line, brows furrowing. “Alfred, what’s wrong?” Within a few minutes, he had given her a short explanation about Bruce being in trouble, and in the hospital for bruises, which made no sense. She had gotten tons of bruises from sports, ballet, and playing and never needed to go there. Maybe they were bigger ones. 

Holding onto the butler’s hand as they walked down the bright hallway of Gotham General, she noticed police officers standing around talking closely. Her small body grew tense. Police meant a lot of trouble — or death. She knew all too well. More than any child should. A feeling of doom washed over her. “Where’s Bruce? Is he okay? Where is he?” She asked insistently,  tugging at Alfred’s coat sleeve. 

Alfred assured her that everything was fine and released her hand to speak to the officers. All she could make out were the words car, damage, arrest, and a bad word that she knew not to say. She needed real answers. Tip toeing towards the door, Maddie slipped into the hospital room and stopped in her tracks upon seeing a very mangled Bruce lying in the bed. He was covered in bandages, forming bruises, cuts, and there was a large gash on his forehead. 

There was the wave of doom again. She sucked in a breath and folded her hands in front of her, willing herself not to burst into tears.    

Jim stepped out from around the light of the signal. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show up tonight.”

His hands in the pockets of his trench coat, he steps closer to the other man. He didn’t even know who the guy was, but he figured it didn’t matter. They were in this together. Where most people were curious and obsessing over who he could be, Jim was just thankful to have him on his side.