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The Time Will Tell Series by DC Luder (PG-13)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Batman/Catwoman
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: (author's fics, if available) DC Luder’s Fan Fiction.
Why this must be read:
This fanfic is simply an incredible journey from beginning to end. Batman suffers a horrific injury and faces a very long and hard road to recovery. The injury in question being brain damage from a bullet to the head. Everyone is realistic in their reactions to the problem, and the story is, quite simply, heartrending. Even so, the story is wonderfully written, and follows everyone through both Bruce’s recovery and beyond.
This is one of those stories that you find yourself going back to read again and again. Personally, it is one of my favorites in the fandom, and it is an honor to recommend it.
As of now, this story has reached the point of being four stories long. Don’t let the sheer number of chapters deter you, though. It’s worth reading.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw motion and looked in its direction. The others looked with me towards the surgical bay at the sight through the glass doors. Leslie and Alfred were dressed in surgical gowns and masks. Both had a large amount of blood splattered all over them. Leslie removed her mask and spoke with Alfred briefly, and he nodded, turned and directed several nurses that had helped the surgery. As Leslie opened the doors, they all caught a glimpse of a stretcher being pushed down the hall.
The being that rested on it was wrapped in gauze and had tubes running over him from every direction. Leslie removed her soiled apparel and put them in a hamper as she proceeded towards the group. Her face was solemn, but not saddened. In her left hand, she held several radiographs.
The group stood in unison as she stopped, “Don’t stand up for me, it’s been a long night and it’s not over yet.”
She put the films onto a light box and then illuminated it. A skull was clearly the focus, the brain mass was translucent with the occasional folds outlined. Located in the front of the skull, a bullet’s silhouette was clearly defined in contrast with the light shades of the cranial tissue.
The next film was of the chest, ribs overlaying the outlines of organs. The bullet had shattered two of the ribs and had lodged itself near the spine. The third film was of the abdomen, evident from the faded outlines of the intestines and digestive organs. A portion of the liver was intensely white and the bullet could be barely seen in the center of color.
“My lord,” Montoya muttered from the rear.
And, so you can read the entire saga, I will link you to each entry in the series. The story is still in progress.
Time Will Tell
Life Is Good
One And Only
What Lies Ahead
Pairing: Batman/Catwoman
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: (author's fics, if available) DC Luder’s Fan Fiction.
Why this must be read:
This fanfic is simply an incredible journey from beginning to end. Batman suffers a horrific injury and faces a very long and hard road to recovery. The injury in question being brain damage from a bullet to the head. Everyone is realistic in their reactions to the problem, and the story is, quite simply, heartrending. Even so, the story is wonderfully written, and follows everyone through both Bruce’s recovery and beyond.
This is one of those stories that you find yourself going back to read again and again. Personally, it is one of my favorites in the fandom, and it is an honor to recommend it.
As of now, this story has reached the point of being four stories long. Don’t let the sheer number of chapters deter you, though. It’s worth reading.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw motion and looked in its direction. The others looked with me towards the surgical bay at the sight through the glass doors. Leslie and Alfred were dressed in surgical gowns and masks. Both had a large amount of blood splattered all over them. Leslie removed her mask and spoke with Alfred briefly, and he nodded, turned and directed several nurses that had helped the surgery. As Leslie opened the doors, they all caught a glimpse of a stretcher being pushed down the hall.
The being that rested on it was wrapped in gauze and had tubes running over him from every direction. Leslie removed her soiled apparel and put them in a hamper as she proceeded towards the group. Her face was solemn, but not saddened. In her left hand, she held several radiographs.
The group stood in unison as she stopped, “Don’t stand up for me, it’s been a long night and it’s not over yet.”
She put the films onto a light box and then illuminated it. A skull was clearly the focus, the brain mass was translucent with the occasional folds outlined. Located in the front of the skull, a bullet’s silhouette was clearly defined in contrast with the light shades of the cranial tissue.
The next film was of the chest, ribs overlaying the outlines of organs. The bullet had shattered two of the ribs and had lodged itself near the spine. The third film was of the abdomen, evident from the faded outlines of the intestines and digestive organs. A portion of the liver was intensely white and the bullet could be barely seen in the center of color.
“My lord,” Montoya muttered from the rear.
And, so you can read the entire saga, I will link you to each entry in the series. The story is still in progress.
Time Will Tell
Life Is Good
One And Only
What Lies Ahead