Post by WannabeeNerd on Oct 19, 2004 15:51:25 GMT -5
I am Leslie!
I am not pretending, I really am
*I don't even have to ring the bell before Alfred opens the door.*
Alfred: "Thank god you are here Dr. Thompkins. Please hurry."
*Whenever he calls me "Dr. Thompkins" I know it's serious.
If it wasn't, he would smile at me and ask me in for a cup of tea while we waited for "Master Bruce to return". He would smile, act as a perfect gentleman, and call me Leslie with that wonderful british accent of his.
He practically runs up the stairs, but when he finds out I can't go as quick with the medical bag he carries it for me, but doesn't slow down. I am running out of breath, but I try to ask him anyway:*
Leslie: Who was it this time?
Alfred: Miss Pamela Isley, I'm afraid. He came home early, wandered up the stairs with a grin upon his face. Then he past out in full costume in front of the kitchen.
*We enter his bedroom. Bruce lies on the covers. I can see Alfred have removed his belt, boots, gloves and mask. If I remember correctly, that's were he keeps his weapons, or gadgets as he likes to call them.
His eyes are closed, but he smiles at something. Not like his other costumed enemy, The Joker, but with a smile with more...Lets just call them undertones...
I have to get to work*
Leslie: Have you tried to check for poisons and -
Alfred: A full test from a bloodsample. Nothing.
Leslie: Was anyone with him when this happened?
Alfred: I'll call them right away!
*He heads for the doorway but I stop him.*
Leslie: Stay nearby. I might need your help to hold him later on.
Leslie: Oh Bruce... What have you been up to this time?
I am not pretending, I really am
*I don't even have to ring the bell before Alfred opens the door.*
Alfred: "Thank god you are here Dr. Thompkins. Please hurry."
*Whenever he calls me "Dr. Thompkins" I know it's serious.
If it wasn't, he would smile at me and ask me in for a cup of tea while we waited for "Master Bruce to return". He would smile, act as a perfect gentleman, and call me Leslie with that wonderful british accent of his.
He practically runs up the stairs, but when he finds out I can't go as quick with the medical bag he carries it for me, but doesn't slow down. I am running out of breath, but I try to ask him anyway:*
Leslie: Who was it this time?
Alfred: Miss Pamela Isley, I'm afraid. He came home early, wandered up the stairs with a grin upon his face. Then he past out in full costume in front of the kitchen.
*We enter his bedroom. Bruce lies on the covers. I can see Alfred have removed his belt, boots, gloves and mask. If I remember correctly, that's were he keeps his weapons, or gadgets as he likes to call them.
His eyes are closed, but he smiles at something. Not like his other costumed enemy, The Joker, but with a smile with more...Lets just call them undertones...
I have to get to work*
Leslie: Have you tried to check for poisons and -
Alfred: A full test from a bloodsample. Nothing.
Leslie: Was anyone with him when this happened?
Alfred: I'll call them right away!
*He heads for the doorway but I stop him.*
Leslie: Stay nearby. I might need your help to hold him later on.
Leslie: Oh Bruce... What have you been up to this time?
