"Don't do it, Bruce!" I screamed as Bruce Wayne stood on the edge of his own building, "I found the peanut butter, Bruce, I found it! You don't have to do this!" I yelled, the wind ripping at my long, cotton candy blue gown. Bruce glanced back at me, his lips parted, his eyes those belonging to a man who had lost everything.
As I watched, I could see a hopeful glint ignite. His eyes were zeroed in on the container in my hands. In my hands, behold, was one of the last jars of peanut butter on earth.
"My word, Hayden… how did you do this? I thought- I thought peanut butter was lost forever…" Bruce said, his eyes never leaving the jar.
"The Joker kept a stash. I found it all, stole it, and its all back at my place. I'm willing to give it all up to you, Bruce, if you'll just tell me what you've been hiding all these years." I said, handing Bruce the jar, which he cradled.
"You swear I'll get the rest of the peanut butter?" He asked. I nodded, "This is indeed a small price you ask me to pay. I am Batman, Hayden." He asked, and I smirked.
"I knew it all along. The peanut butter is on the way to your place in three… two… one." I pressed a large red button on my control pad. An explosion could be heard and seen in the distance, and a white box sprang up from a inconspicuous red-brick building. A fan came out of one side as the parachute was released; it began spinning, pushing the box in our direction.
Soon, it arrived. It fell into my arms, and the fan folded up and disappeared back into the side. I undid the harness the box was in, and the parachute fell to the ground. I opened the box and handed it to Bruce, who looked like a blind man who had just gained his sight.
His eyes welled up with tears as he set the box down, smiling at me through the tears that burst from his eyes.
"Oh Hayden, you are truly the best friend I could ever wish for." He said, flinging his arms around my neck.
"Bruce, you do not know how much-"
"Hayden!" I bolted up, to see my mom glaring at me from the doorway, her hands on her hips.
"Yes, mum?" I grinned, rubbing my eyes, and she rolled her eyes.
"You have about twenty minutes until school starts, and I doubt you want to be late on your last day of school. Detentions transfer over to the next year." She said, and I jumped out of bed as she left. I grabbed a pair of clothes before running to the bathroom.
After brushing my hair and teeth as quickly as possible, I threw on the dark blue basketball shorts and white hooded sweatshirt I'd grabbed, before putting my golden blond hair into a messy bun.
I ran to the kitchen, grabbing a packet of pop tarts, quickly ripping the wrapper off and throwing it into the garbage before stuffing both of them into my mouth as I pulled on my white Nike Airs. I took the pop tarts out of my mouth as I slung my backpack on, quickly going to give my mom a kiss before leaving, slamming the door behind me.
Despite knowing that I now only had about ten minutes to get to school, and it was a fifteen-minute walk, I didn't walk faster then usual. Instead, I took my time, munching on my pop tarts, even stopping to take a picture of the sunrise. It was kind of my way of saying 'I'll do what I want when I want, not when my school wants'. Plus, the sunrise was really pretty, and I was still really sleepy and wanted an excuse to stop and close my eyes.
When I finally reached the school, the halls were empty and the announcements over the intercom filled the halls, Ms. Godfrey, our assistant principal, speaking in her annoying, scratchy, old lady voice about the results of the home basketball game last night, one that probably no one had gone to.
I was almost to my Comprehensive English class when I heard something sounding strangely like a growl from behind me. I turned around, to see Kaitlin Conrad there, smiling at me with her dazzling white teeth, though her eyes suggested that she's closer to being angry rather then happy. Really, really angry.
"Hello, Hayden." She said. I blinked. How did a senior head-of-every-club-out-there, to-be Prom Queen know my name?
"Err… hi, Kaitlin." I said, awkwardly, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes, though I could never keep the urge to just lay down in a comfy bed away. She probably thinks I'm a creep, since I've never had one class with her, or ever actually been socially involved in anything involving her, and yet I knew her name, "How's it going…?" I asked lamely.
Kaitlin's expression darkened, and she glared at me. As I watched, her hair seemed to become fire, flaming on top of her head, and her eyes became blood red. Since she was wearing a skirt, I could see that her right leg had become something somewhat akin to that of a donkey leg, fur, hoof and all. Her left leg seemed to have become shinier and harder, almost looking like metal.
"I will not play these games, half-blood. Do not try to stall your death." She said, and I saw white fangs flash as she spoke. Those were new. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what she'd said. Half blood? My death? Huh… maybe this is a dream and in real life I am Hayden Mullard, savior of everything (including peanut butter) and everyone in Gotham, and Batman's to-be girlfriend and fiancé.
"Uh huh." I grunted, closing my eyes as I yawned again. I used my hand to pinch my arm, but when I felt the actual pain, I let out a squeak, pulling my hand away quickly.
So… this was really reality, and Kaitlin Conrad was actually part donkey, part robot and part vampire… somehow, I'm not surprised. Anyone that perfect has to somehow be related to the Cullen's.
"Now, this is the part I enjoy." Kaitlin said, and my eyes flew open as she bared her fanged teeth, jumping with her hands out reached. In that moment, I'd never been so terrified. You would be too if you were looking at someone attacking you who had vampire teeth, red eyes, flaming hair and toothpaste-add-worthy white teeth.
Somewhere in my conscious brain, I wished that she would just stop, just fall to the ground and leave me alone, though I never in a millions year have expected it to actually happen. As I thought it, she paused mid-air, falling to the ground, curling into a fetal position as she began snoring.
I bolted, sprinting out the school doors and onto the sidewalk, ignoring traffic as I ran across the street. I ran the whole mile home, something I'd never done before, or knew I could do before. I guess being scared to death increases your stamina.
A/N
You might have guessed Hayden's godly parent by now, and if you haven't, you'll just have to wait and see :) .
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-Ash Colored Wings