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hello people, i wrote another story but the sad thing is that i cant update my other stories :( so i have made alot of one shots so enjoy.
The party dragged on for hours, only to become exclusive around Wayne manor. The music stopped at eight, but the people waltzed as if they could still hear the music. Most people crouded around the Billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne. Other crowded into little circles, talking gossip about one another. Then there was Dick, the 14 year old kid, Bruce's ward, who sat in the middle, watching the people dance, gossip, and idle over made Dick chuckle, watching people gossip like no one could hear them, then go say hi to that person 9:45 the party was still going on, then the charity auction started. People from Asia, Uzbekistan, and other country's, brought valuable treasure's for the orphan walked over to Alfred pennyworth, their former butler.
"I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow Alfred." Dick practically yelled, the music was too loud for anyone to really hear nodded, probably not even hearing what Dick had said, and turned away, to finish the cookies he was he walked up the 5 staircase, something caught his eye, a man, possibly in his 40's was in their library, reading a book. Dick walked into the library, suspicious, and rather confused. The man seemed not to see him, But continued reading.
Now he is just being annoying, Dick thought. Dick coughed rather loud, so he could get the man's to no a fail, the man continued reading. Is he deaf? Blind? Crazy in love with that book?With questions swarming in his head, he walked over to that man, and asked the first question that came to his mind that wasn't rude: "What are you reading Sir?" Dick Said in a muffle. He hated being rude, but this was had tried to get the man's attention all night, and if this didn't get it, that guy must be dead.
" Maximum ride, the angel experiment. It fascinates me how much she doesn't wanna save the world,but for the sake of humanity she has to. Have you ever read it?" The man chuckled when hearing his response."No, Bruce doesn't like fairy tales in this house...Sir." Dick said, more of a whisper than a normal conversation.
This man was starting to scare Dick, But the man continued with the conversation."Thank you for this conversation , whats your name again?"
"Dick,Dick Grayson."
"I am Slade Wilson." And they shook hands, not knowing the fear was going to come."Why are you leaving the party, Dick?"
"Tired, need to get ready for boarding school in the morning, But why aren't you going to the party yourself?" Dick answered his question with a laughed a little. "Bruce told me you were full of questions, but remember curiosity killed the boy."
Was this man just threatening him? 'Killed the boy' sounded like a threat, but what could Wilson do? He was just a man after all, and Dick was a super hero, with 4 amazing friends and batman.
Dick started to walk away, knowing Bruce would never believe his , by the time he told Bruce this, it would be 4 in the afternoon, on his way to the titans tower."Ow, and Robin, Good night."Dick heard this, and ran out of there as fast as he could, he needed to tell Bruce about this he knew their identities...
He found Bruce by commissioner Gordon, talking about pulled on Bruce's sleeve of his suit, gesturing him to they entered the only unpopulated part of the house, the kitchen, where Alfred was still making cookies, he blurted our the whole story to Bruce.
"Where is this man now?" Bruce said, not looking 'd probably already come up with a plan for get them out of trouble. Dick gestured to follow and said 'library'. They practically ran all the way there, hoping he was still there, and that Dick wasn't crazy.
No one was in the library, but there was a note addressed to :'Dick from Wilson'. He opened it carefully, hoping it wouldn't explode like Joker's always did. It read:
Dear Robin,
Hope the party was a success, you know who i am already, so does batman, or should i say Bruce? have fun at the party, and have fun.
-slade
That night, all Dick dreamed about was chaos and murder...