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Boredom + Birds of Prey = Crazy fanfic. LOL
Blake: she should *really* cut back on the caffeine
::fwaps him upside
the head:: you *know* I can't have caffeine anymore ::whimper::
Enjoy
Minna-san!
The sky overhead was cloudy with a few brief and scattering of light where the sunshine managed to break through the clouds. The clouds themselves were a pale silver gray in color, the same color as the sleek Mercedes on the ground below.
The traffic was sparse and so the cars were flying with no respect for the speed limits posted on the sides of the highway. The traffic cops hanging on the side let them go; they would not interfere unless something happened for them to do so.
The man in the car wasn't go as fast as the others. He was torn between the desire to get to the City as fast as possible and drag his returning on as long as he could. With a sigh that said it would be no use he floored the accelerator and the car shot forward easily passing the cars in front of him.
For several minutes he continued this way the car a blur of silver. A wild thing that gobbled up the miles. There was a freedom in speed. In going as fast as you possibly could teetering on the edge of destruction. It was addictive. Far more addictive than any other drug known to man.
The feeling of going fast.
That was what kept jockeys and race car drivers who had been critically injured in accidents coming back again and again. The feeling of the wind, the sound of it, whistling by your ears like a music that only you could understand.
He was forced to slow down the car as the traffic became denser and more packed no longer the few cars that it had been before. A sign overhead read: You are now entering the city limits.
The man took a deep shaky breath and felt his stomach tighten in apprehension. He could no longer turn back now. He had to go through with this. He slowed the silver Mercedes down to an almost crawl as the traffic became more crowded.
Minutes upon minutes later there was another sign overhead. This time it said: Welcome to New Gotham.
The traffic began to break up now becoming less packed as the drivers found the roads and streets that would lead them to their destinations. Inside the car the man turned right at Fallow Street and followed it to the end of the block before turning left and then right once more. This time he stopped the car fully in front of a tall rambling red brick apartment.
He turned off the car and the soothing rumble of the engine disappeared and was replaced with silence. He pulled the key out of the ignition and pocketed it before getting out of the car and letting it slam behind him.
He ran a hand through his thick hair and approached the apartment.
Barbara was as usual seated in front of a computer. Helena was on sweeps, Dinah was at the library doing homework and so she was alone. The comforting clack, clack of the keyboard rang through the empty house.
With a muffled yawn Barbara exited the program she had been working on and shut down the computer. She directed the wheelchair into the kitchen and proceeded to make a cup of coffee. She had ordered pizza fifteen minutes ago knowing that Helena would be hungry when she came back from sweeps.
**When is she not hungry?** Barbara thought wryly as she came out of the kitchen and into the living room. The girl was a human garbage disposal. She slid a CD into the radio and soft rock music started to play.
Humming softly under her breath Barbara began to rearrange the stack of CDs as usual they were out of order. One of the girls, most presumably Helena had been sorting through her music and thus that was why they were a mess.
Suddenly the doorbell rang intruding on Barbara's thoughts. "Well, that was quick." She murmured. She grabbed a few bills from the counter and wheeled over to the door. "You guys are fast..." She started to say. Her words were cut off as she saw who was standing in front of her.
Thanks for reading ^.~ Reviews, comments and criticism are welcome - Queenrider