forum Gotham X

Started March 04, 2019 by @Demigod_Fenrir

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"I'm all for it, but I doubt they'd let you." Martha stood and wiped her dusty hand on her pale grey pants that matched her shirt. "Anyways, I'm less dangerous here. Less killing, less fear."

He shrugged "and tell me, who cares in this town?" he said with a sideways glance "one less monster we have to worry will be good for this city,"

"The families I've affected will care. Even if I'm here they won't get the vengeance they desire. If I'm outside…people would be furious. And besides," Martha bit her lip, "you're looking at a monster right now."

He laughed harshly "the families should've thought about who they raised before they released their children to this world." He stood and sat beside her, "Tell me my dear, where you see a monster? Sure the setting and attire is different. The things you've done aren't moral but hell love, it's Gotham. This city was built on the foundation of insanity. I see my wife, the person I fell deeply in love with and had a child with. It matters nothing to me what you've done, have said it what to plan to do, I will always love you."

Martha's eyes glance towards his, and a soft, sad smile found its way onto her lips. "I love you, too, but I don't think we see the same thing. I see a city where everyone has done something wrong-some more than others. I'm included in that group, and, to most of the world, that classifies me as a monster. Maybe not physically, but perhaps based on my mentality and my actions. I may not pose a huge threat to you, but to others…that's a whole different story." Her voice was soft and quiet, part of her wondering if anyone else was listening.

"Again, you think I care what anyone else thinks? My son is dead and my wife is in a crazy house, just because she's killed a couple of people." He shook his head "people need to get their priorities straight."

"I know you don't care, but I do. It isn't wise to set a murderer free, now, is it? If it wasn't me but someone else who went insane, would you say the same thing? Probably not." Martha set her hand on Thomas' lap, smiling warmly with a hint of sadness.

"Was it right for that murderer to kill our son? and of course, I wouldn't say the same for anyone else. I don't know them like I know you." He laced his hand with hers and gently brushed his lips against the back of her hand.

Martha smiled and leaned into Thomas, her head resting on his shoulder. "True. Do you understand where I'm coming from, though?"
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He nodded and leaned on her head "I do, and you're right. But it still doesn't change my way of looking at you, nor will it ever." They stayed like this for a few moments, in their own miniature bliss, only needing each other at that moment. "I wonder who's crazier, you for being crazy or me for loving the crazy person.

"Hm. Now that's the true question. I'd say you. No one besides you could ever love a crazy person." Martha chuckles and sits back up. "So, you said something earlier about taking me home?"

He nodded "all in due time, just have to be patient." He scanned the little opening of a peephole for shadows "perfect."He said when he saw one coming "tell them I'm asleep.," he said to her
The guard knocked on the door "Mr. Wayne, you're time is up."

"Thomas? Um, I think he's asleep. Maybe come back later? I guess I tired him…" Martha said, hoping she was convincing enough. She gave Thomas an urgent glance. What is going on? Does he just want to stay longer?

Too afraid to go in without back up, the guard spoke through the hole "check his pulse. If he's asleep, he can stay, if he dies that's his fault."

Martha's eyes find Thomas' and she waits a few seconds in silence before speaking. "He-he has a pulse. I'll tell him you came by when he wakes."

The guard nodded "It'll be a miracle if you don't kill him by tomorrow morning." he muttered, walking away
"He gone?" Thomas asked quietly

"Y-yeah. Why…" Martha's voice trailed off, and her face was concerned. "Why are you staying? They said your time's up."

He shrugged and sat up straight "I'm tired and sick of this world tearing my family apart, any time I get with the only ones I have left, I'll take." He said simply, glancing at her "unless you want me to leave?"

"N-no, I don't want you to leave. I'd never want you to leave. I just…I don't think it's a wise decision to overcome your intended stay. They have time limits for a reason, you know that." Martha met his gaze mostly with concern, but with a small hint of desire, a desire that would probably never be fulfilled, not in Martha's mind.

"and you should know by now my dear, that I love to stretch those limits to the fullest." He watched her, light coming into his eyes "why do you say that? 'they have time limits for a reason' do you change into a vampire or something at 12:00?" He half joked with a boyish grin

"No, of course not. They just don't want deaths of civilians to occur here. Me, they couldn't care less about me. Just…expect another outburst, okay?" Martha sighed, knowing she was probably the only person who could passively make Thomas leave, and her shoulders slumped. "I'm getting tired anyways…"

"I'm staying," he said decisively. He pulled her into him and idly rubbed her arm, his grip loose in case she wanted to pull away

Martha smiled. "You know just what to do at the right time, my love." She rested he head on his shoulder and was close to drifting off to sleep, but she was unsure if Thomas would want her awake, so she kept her constantly closing eyes open.

"Sleep, my love. I'm not going anywhere," he muttered softly. "Not so scary now, aren't you, when you're drifting off." he smiled and kissed her head "I've missed you my dear, more than you know.

To his words, Martha's eyes closed. "I wish we were a family once more…" Her head became heavier as she fell asleep, a peaceful smile resting on her lips.