[ WP ] You are a nurse at an Elderly care facility in Gotham , you care for the now decrepit heroes and villains that once roamed the city .

`` A pain in the butt, this thing is not, but a bullet in the brain, would feel all the same.'' 
 
 `` Migraine, just prescribe him some Tylenol and keep him on the IV,'' I turned and left the room, leaving the nurse to deal with one of our most hated patients. His damn riddles. 
 
 `` Doc! Victor is complaining about his room again.'' 
 
 `` Did you tell him we ca n't make it any colder?'' 
 
 `` I did. He, uh, threatened to freeze me.'' 
 
 I chuckled, `` Just get him some ice and restock his freezer, okay?'' The nurse nodded and jogged off towards the Victor's room. 
 
 Just another day in Gotham's finest care station. I turned into a room and knocked on the door to John Doe's room, I heard some shuffling in the room as I opened up the door and entered. 
 
 Sitting in a chair next to John was the elderly Bruce Wayne, for some reason he chose to stay at this care station instead of dying in his millionaire home. 
 
 `` Mr. Wayne, surprised to see you up.'' 
 
 Bruce smirked as he glanced at John Doe, who had that giant smile on as always. `` Just checking up on my friend here, Doc.'' Bruce slowly stood up, using his cane as he walked towards the door, `` We still on for lunch?'' 
 
 John laughed loudly, `` Of course we are Brucey, haha!'' 
 
 Bruce laughed as he left the room and I headed to the end of John's bed stand and looked over his charts. 
 
 `` Well John, everything looks good, but I'm going to need to send you in for a couple tests, just to double check everything.'' 
 
 I looked up and saw John staring back, his smile stretching across his face, `` Doc, hehe. Questions for you.'' 
 
 `` It's why I'm here.'' 
 
 John sat upwards a bit and stared me into the eyes, he chuckled a few times, `` Why so serious?''
