Visiting Hours (Telltale Batjokes)

Visiting Hours (Telltale Batjokes)

Summary: Bruce begins to visit John regularly in Arkham. John isn’t the only one who starts to desperately depend on the visits.

AN: Episode 5 tore my heart into tiny little pieces and then the post credits scene stapled a couple of the pieces back together. I guess this fic has been one of my ways of coping with it. This was based on my personal playthrough, so Alfred has left and Tiffany is no longer in the picture, leaving Bruce pretty much all alone except for John. A lot of this fic is based on my own headcanons as to where John and Bruce might be heading in the future, but I hope that some of you still get some enjoyment and emotional healing out of it.

The full story is available under the cut. Fair warning: this one is pretty long.

VISITING HOURS

Bruce knew that after everything that had happened between himself and John Doe, most people, or at least most sane people would have stayed as far away from him as they possibly could.

He couldn’t though. No matter how much he told himself it would be the smart thing to do, Bruce just couldn’t bring himself to stay away. He cared about John far too much to do that. Besides, what did the two of them have now if they didn’t have each other?

The orderly that had shown Bruce to John’s new cell announced his presence, and Bruce found himself suddenly gripped by a fresh wave of anxiety. It hadn’t really let up since he had left the manor that morning, which was now far too still and too empty for his liking. Bruce still wasn’t entirely sure how John was going to react to Bruce’s presence; whether he would welcome and accept Bruce’s visit, or whether he would simply tell Bruce to go away and leave him the hell alone. Bruce wasn’t sure what he was going to do if it was the latter.

A latch on the door slid back, revealing the smallest of windows through which John could peek through to see the outside world.

“Bruce!” he exclaimed, his eyes immediately lighting up as soon as they came to rest on him.

Bruce adjusted his tie, still feeling a little nervous, but then John’s face shifted into a wide grin; one of pure joy, and Bruce felt as though a ton of bricks had just been lifted from his shoulders; as though the darkest corners of the hallway had suddenly gotten just that little bit brighter.

Even if he had nothing else then at least he still had this.

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