Tuesday, December 28, 2004

106. Dick

Major-level weird shit going on around here lately, and I've been so caught up in it that I haven't even had time to write about it.

First and foremost, Bruce has been sick--REALLY sick--ever since the WayneTech party over a week ago. He spent at least three solid days puking his guts out, and then the skin rash started to appear. His face is covered with purplish bumps, and his arms, legs, and chest are all dotted with spots, too. It's sort of like a cross between acne and shingles--both ugly as shit and painful as hell. Meanwhile, he's been hallucinating a few hours a day, at least once a day.

I said we should get him to a hospital, but Alfred insisted we summon this particular doctor, an old family friend who makes house calls. Too risky to expose him to the outside world now. She's been over three times. Says he's been poisoned.

Needless to say, he's been in no condition to suit up. I've been laying low, too. Meanwhile, the guy we've taken to calling The Impostor has been making more and more frequent appearances around town. Seems pretty obvious by this point that it's Dr. Strange behind the whole thing--drugging Bruce at the party, and then wearing the batsuit (either stolen, or an incredibly good knockoff) to destroy his reputation while he's out of commission.

Dr. Thornton says the effects of the poison should start wearing off any day now, thanks to the treatment she's been administering. I sure as hell hope so--this is some pretty scary shit we're up to our necks in right now.