forum Gotham X

Started March 04, 2019 by @Demigod_Fenrir

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"so do I love." He kissed her brow. He stood, cradling her in his arm and place her in her bed, laying beside her and holding her close to him,

I HAVE YOUR FAGATRON

Martha, once awake, turned on her side, not wanting to awaken. She groans, and her right hand attaches itself to her forehead. She was having a major headache.

He groaned and woke up, momentarily forgetting where he was "uhggg too early for this…" He glanced at his wife and smiled "morning, you alright?" He asked, watching with concern

"My head just hurts. It's fine. It's normal. Medications do that sometimes." Martha didn't want to be awake yet, and her grogginess was evident in her voice. "Hey look, I didn't kill you overnight." She offered a weak smile in Thomas' direction.

He smiled at her and pulled her close to him "I knew you wouldn't." he kissed her head "think they'll let me stay longer?"

"I dunno. I know you have a life outside of visiting your crazy wife, so you can leave if you want, or you can stay. I don't know what they'll say. But I'll like it anyway…" Martha sang the last few parts like a song, a bit of insanity returning to her.

He shook his head, burying his nose in her hair "after Bruce, and after you were committed, I had no life worth living. You're the only one keeping me here, from taking my sorry excuse for existing and joining my son." He hadn't told anyone that he had thought about killing himself, he didn't even want to admit it to himself, keep that desire locked away, deep in his heart where not even he could reach it.

"You…you've thought of it, too? Except I could never leave this world under their watch. Don't know why I can't, though." Martha sighed. "But I like it when you're here. You add hope to this little dark hole of mine."

He nodded in agreement "I've thought about moving, once we got you out. But where to, I've no clue. Our whole lives are here, sadly but true." he muttered

"Yes. I doubt you even could get me out, at least, not anytime soon." Martha turned to face him, a somewhat serious look on her face.

He shook his head and smiled "you underestimate me my dear." He said "you're not the only one who's cleared their heads these last few months."

"Oh? Is that so?" Martha grinned, thinking. "Why are we separated when we still get along sometimes?"

He shrugged "Sometimes?" he asked, adopting her smile "some would say we need marriage counseling. And those people are usually single." he said

Martha laughed. "People don't know anything about our love, do they? Love isn't as simple as it may seem. Yes, maybe at first, but when you look at the nitty-gritty, it's messy and complicated."

He nodded his head in a greement and ran a hand d through his tangled hair "no one will ever know the love, the pain, the passion, the hurt we hold in our hearts."

"True, dear. Tell me, why would I be the reason you live or die? Do you have nothing else you would want to live for?" Martha looked at him in curiosity.

He thought for a second and shook his head "other than keeping the memory of our son alive and you, no." He glanced down at her

Martha frowned slightly. "You don't want anything else? You don't want to have fun, go do what you want? Or is that all you ever think about? Granted, it's what I do, too, but I hope to move on. You must want to as well, no?" Martha shifted herself so that she was in a sitting position on the side of her cot.

He shrugged "I'd love to move on from this pain and hurt. But now I don't think it's going to happen, not in a few months." He said

"You can stay here. With me. If that helps. I know that living with an insane person might not help as much as seeing a doctor, but…I've never liked them anyway. The doctors." Martha kept an eye on Thomas as she stood, rubbing one of her eyes.

" I don't need a doctor." He said firmly "I would rather live with my insane wife in an asylum that's go see a doctor. Plus, what's so bad about going a little crazy? It can't do much harm than this world already has done." He stood slowly, knowing that any rushed movements panicked her, and stretched. "So we have two options, I get you out of here and take you home, or I stay here with you."