Status: work in progress, suddenly on a batman kick
Night Is Gotham
“I’m sorry, but there isn’t anything more we can do,” Dr. Philips said. He looked at Bruce without sympathy. Bruce just looked at his feet, his mouth hanging slightly open. Then he turned his face to me. A face that once only looked at me with love and pride now warped with loss and confusion. The way he looked at me made my blood freeze in my veins. I had expected him to be sorrowful and to look as if to explain what was happening just from his gaze, but this look, this was a look of rage and hatred. It was a look I hadn’t expected and it was a look directed right at me.