>>5854727>>5854652>>5854641>>5854636You nod and say a quick thank you before turning and heading to his room, he has more than a few chairs pulled up against the wall near the foot of his bed. He's probably had a good amount of visitors coming through. You take a seat and yawn while leaning back. You didn't sleep well last night, you have a feeling that's a trend that will be continuing at least until this SIM Case is resolved.
You hear a buzz from his pillow, your eyes flick up and you see the screen light up before fading to black again, you resist the urge to snoop. You still felt bad about checking his phone out the last time and getting Question onto his ex, better to just keep to yourself with everything going on.
You take the time to check out the news on your phone. The Arkham Escape is still in the media cycle, apparently that other prisoner who got out alongside Scarecrow goes by the name The Mad Hatter. You snort and shake your head, what a world you live in. Apparently Dent is set to address it at a Town Hall. The next couple articles are about a series of new installations coming to Gotham, A revamped concert hall, The old movie theater being reopened, and all being paid for by Wayne Industries. Finally you hit something that makes you stop.
"Research into 'Father Box' reaching stand-still as STAR Labs face lay-offs."
You feel a ripple of goosebumps up and down your arms. Your mouth goes a little dry and you flick away from the article, instantly the feeling starts to ease. You aren't sure what that's about, shivers shouldn't be reacting to a story in STAR City, so maybe it's just some internal thing making you feel this way. Before you have time to think further on it you see in the doorway of Banks' room is a man. Black baseball hat pulled low with a pair of wide sunglasses. Your own warped face stares back at you. In his hands he has an envelope.
"Oh." he says. "Didn't expect to see you here, Officer."
The voice is familiar, the only place you remember it from was..
"Mr.Wayne?" You ask
He holds up a hand and looks over his shoulder, pulling up a coat around his neck.
"Oh, my bad." You say a little embarrassed.
"It's alright, Officer." He leans in and points a thumb to the bed.
"Do you know if Officer Banks will be returning anytime soon?"
"He's in physical therapy, Nurse said about fifteen."
"When was that?"
"About six minutes ago." You say checking your phone.
He sighs and enters the room, walking to a seat next to you and dropping down. He pats the envelope on his leg and removes the ball cap and glasses. His hair matted and a little greasy, like he had been sweating heavily. you notice he's also starting to sport some stubble.
"I'm a little embarrassed I didn't clock you before you spoke." You admit.
He waves a hand.
"Don't be, it's trope in movies for a reason."
