Thomas Elliot, head surgeon at Gotham City General.
NOTE: This is a Nolanverse account.
A sincere request — please follow Bruce Wayne.
You’ve all really been wonderful, wonderful individuals.
But I really would be nothing without this tumblr in the first place.
I only joined this place because I saw something there that I thought I would enjoy interacting with — and I have, on tumblr and on various other platforms.
This story is about him. Not me.
If you would be so kind, please give Bruce Wayne a follow. He’s incredible at what he does, and I’m certain you’ll agree if you do.
And more importantly, send him a message. He really does enjoy speaking with everyone, that much I’m certain of.
Thank you kindly if you do.
Selina
If you are following me, please do this as well!
Otherwise you should not be following me!
For a brief moment I’ll be out of character and say if it weren’t for this Bruce, I would not have been inspired to get in touch with my more “evil” side and start up accounts for both Nolanverse Ra’s and Bane. Please go follow him and show support, he’s the central player in all of this.
Pretty much.
OOC: come on. He’s Batman.
SUCK ON THAT, AVENGERS.
Point made.
Get involved.
Become a part of Gotham.
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23rd April 2012
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Reblogged From gothamcablenews
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Notes: 37
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Before I get the chance to mince words with the three men, Bruce launches himself into the fight. The better for me, especially since I don’t need Harleen to remember who I am. Or Thomas, for that matter. As he knocks the gun out of the guy’s hand — how did he manage to… Nevermind. — I throw a hook with my left and wheel around my back, punching the second thug in the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. I get on his back to keep him from moving and glance at Thomas.
“Dr. Elliot. Go.” I nudge him, pointing at the door; a phone drops out of the thug’s pocket. As I lean forward to grab it, someone kicks the back of my head. Ouch. I turn to see a heel in my face. I grab it.
I don’t know who it is, but I’m not sure if they are on the hostage side or the thug side. They wouldn’t be on my side, certainly. They wouldn’t even know what side I’m on.
I’m not myself. I hear the voice of the woman… she looks familiar… sounds familiar. “Dr. Elliot. Go.”
Ladies and gentlemen, Selina Kyle.
I don’t go. I stand there, and I watch. And then I look at my hands… it’s so tempting. So tempting.
Barriers were made to be crossed, Tommy.
A thug is jammed my way. I grab his neck and I squeeze. I squeeze. I hear him beg. No… Free is not for you.
(Source: drhfquinzel)
I’m suited up. Resources. They come in handy. Couldn’t care less about being recognized — given the fact that I’m hardly “known” in the first place, very few will do any noticing. But just to be sure, I’ve managed to sneak my way to the power box and — bzzt — it’s out.
Pitch black.
I pull the goggles down from above my head, letting the lights spin as I hurry back into the main area of the venue. There aren’t as many people as there were before, but there is panic. I knew the darkness would do this. But at least I can get more done.
I assess the situation. Three men. Three guns. One on Thomas, one on Harleen…
Harleen has a mad look in her eye. I don’t even know that I want to know. I just pray that she and Thomas will be tight-lipped, for their own sakes. Criminals. I know all about them.
But the third has his gun aimed at Bruce Wayne. And that I cannot have.
The trick, contrary to popular belief, is to jump in the middle of the problem. But the other trick is to get into it with stealth. A trojan horse, if you will. I move quickly and quietly to the men with guns, with purpose. This way, they won’t shoot.
Yet.
All the noise is blocked out from my head. Pretty much.
All I’m hearing is my heartbeat. Pitter-pattering. It’s racing.
I have a history of anger management issues. That’s just how I’ve always been. Ever since my parents… I’ve been trying to keep it under the belt, especially given all the fuck ups I’ve had going on in the hospital. People dying. Never happens when I’m working. And now it’s been happening.
And now there’s a gun at my head.
Part of me is terrified. But a bigger part of me is angry. This shit keeps happening. It keeps happening. Who would care? My heart races. I want to throttle them.
And then the woman in the suit shows up. I can’t really see her face. Don’t care. I’m so angry. I just want to choke someone.
(Source: drhfquinzel)
These guys are thugs. I should know. I grew up around them. I’ve worked with them for most of my adult life.
At Thomas’ suggestion we start to calmly move toward the exits, with Selina and Miranda looking to start quietly escorting people out. I can see Bruce’s expression harden as he sees the men continue to move through the crowd. Then his eyes rest on me and I know what’s going to happen next.
It makes me sick to my stomach. I tighten my grip on my clutch. I don’t want to loose my cell phones. Lifelines.
Hands grab me by my bare arms. Their gloved fingers are tight and rough. There’s a man to either side of me and one standing behind me. I don’t know if I can shake two of them off, but I am willing to try it. The thought momentarily abandons me as the color leaves Bruce’s face. I stare up at him and he quickly looks at the men and then back to me. He gives a barely perceptible nod as he sets his jaw.
I realize that he’s telling me that it will be okay. I tense my muscles, ready to move, when the click in my left ear makes my eyes widen. I can see Bruce’s hands moving into fists and then the cold metal pressed against my temple confirms it.
There’s a gun to my head.
I focus on Bruce, trying to remain calm, trying to keep my heart from racing and my limbs from trembling. I hate guns. I always have. Ever since my grandfather was murdered in front of me. I hate guns and now there’s one pointed at my head—
Bastards. These sorry motherfuckers got no idea of who they’re dealin’ with.
I’m at a door on one end of the venue, working quickly and quietly to ensure things go smoothly — wouldn’t want to raise a ruckus — when I catch Harleen’s eye, lost in the crowd. A man with a gun held to her head. I see the tattoo on his neck and I recognize it. Bane’s men.
“Goodness.”
This was never a part of the plan. I delegate evacuation orders to a member of the waitstaff. I wish I could explain I’m not leaving — not actually — but I turn around and walk out of the place, grabbing my bag as I go. I must look like a coward. “So much for my reputation,” I mutter as I move past Bruce towards the exit. I don’t pay him — or anyone else — any attention. The last thing Harleen needed was a gun to her head…
Friends were a luxury. She was one of the few I could consider one.
Inside the bag… Well, better if I didn’t worry about that. I always brought my resources with me no matter where I went. I wouldn’t have any trouble; I’m not a prominent figure in Gotham’s upper circles; this should come as no problem.
But this… This was never a part of the plan.
Tonight was all about observation. Watching before the hunt.
Clearly… Those at the lower end of “the plan” were restless.
After I give my suggestion to Selina and Miranda, my focus is pretty set on them. Maybe I should leave with them. Or not. I follow her gaze and see a gun at Harleen’s head. Double-take. A gun.
What the —
And then there’s one pressed to my skull, too. Click. I don’t know what they want with me, or who they are. I don’t have anyone in Gotham. I’m just a surgeon. Head surgeon. And now I have a gun to my head. “Move,” says the voice behind me. Okay, buddy. Just don’t shoot. I tense and move forward. Whatever happens now…
(Source: chipfaced)
-I was a little uncomfortable before, but now I’m just unsure. The focus seems to have shift from Wayne to the crowd, but I can’t tell who specifically. Until they get closer. Black suits, grim faces. They’re coming close. I turn to Selina.- we should get out of here. Everyone.*I’m sitting waiting to get up and talk. I can see down all over the floor. Harl is looking at her phone. Selina keeps looking around. Thomas seems uncomfortable. I look at Selina again. Still searching the crowd. It seems a little odd.*
It is a great turn out. Good to see you again Dr Elliott. Thank you for coming. I know you can get very busy at the hospital.
It is lovely to meet everyone. *smile* Mr. Wayne, this is positively delightful, but someone must make the speech. Will you, or shall I?
*I watch them closely — just as I watch everyone else. This is the perfect opportunity to listen to whatever it is people aren’t saying. As for her question, I’m equally curious.*
*I give a little smirk to Bruce, knowing how much he hates speaking in public.* You could always get Alfred to make the speech. *I keep my eyes on him, but I can feel Selina looking each of us over. She’s a little open with her observation and I can’t help but to wonder if that’s intentional.*
-Grins- well, someone should. Crowd’s getting restless. -takes another sip from his glass- after that, I’m gonna have to find a place to hide out. Not used to all the attention. -shrugs-
It seems to be something I do a lot. And thank you, I really do not like making speeches. Everyone staring at you but I’m never really sure if they’re actually listening.
*I look around the room and spot the others*
Would you like me to introduce you to a few people?
Well, you are right. That is also why I do not often give them. *smile* I would be delighted, Mr. Wayne. Thank you.
*I place my hand on her back and guide her towards the others*
Everyone? This is Miranda Tate. Miranda this is Dr Elliott, Miss Kyle and, of course Harleen Quinzel.
*Smiles and nods at Miranda* we’ve met, albeit briefly. It’s been some time since the housewarming. But it’s lovely to see you nonetheless.
Miss Tate, pleasure to meet you. -kisses her hand and nods at Bruce- great to see you here, Wayne. Nice turnout.
