The sun had just disappeared over the flat horizon, leaving a streak of red behind. The color grew dimmer as it rose to the top of the sky, changing from crimson to midnight blue. The first few stars were just beginning to flicker; there were only about three.
There was an interstate, which was the only thing for miles; save the city of Gotham, which was looming ominously in the distance. The only other thing the eye could rest on were the occasional bulletin board, promising things that were unrealistic and erroneous.
A black Mercedes Benz glided down the interstate; it was the only car for miles. The surrounding desert reflected off of the windows and doors like a mirror.
The car contained a woman, who was probably in her early thirties. She had dark brown hair, which was twisted into a loose chignon at the nape of her neck, with a few pieces hanging out around her pale face. She had high cheekbones, with permanent laugh lines around her mouth. Her piercing blue eyes had bags underneath; she yawned, her thin, red lips parting widely. She was wearing black pinstriped pants, black strappy high-heeled shoes, and and white silky blouse, with ruffles that were once meant to be puffy, but had deflated, and were now hanging like dead fish.
Due to the hour, one would think the car serene; on the contrary...
"NNNOOOOO!!!!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!! You don't KNOW ANYTHING!!! STOP!!! YOU'RE TOTALLY WRONG!!!!!" A girl, who was about seven folded her thin arms across her narrow chest. Her neon blue eyes rolled in annoyance. She turned her head toward the window, flipping her light-brown-shoulder-length-hair.
"NUH UH! You just know I'm right!" screamed her sister, who was nearly two years her junior. She was tugging on the end of her long, mid-back length black hair. Her purple eyes were little angry slits against her white face. Her mother had always teased her, saying she was a 'little vampire'. Then they would laugh, and she would hug her mother. Her eyes opened a little at the memory.
"Stop being so ignorant!" The woman in the front snickered at the eldest's poor use of the word.
"You're ignorant! You.....ignoramous!" the younger cleared her throat, "listen: Barney is a PLATYPUS from our imagination!!!!!" The youger girl's voice was vile and off-key as she tried to sing the Barney theme song
"Nuh UH!!!! Barney is a dinosaur from our imagination!!!" The older spat.
In the front seat, Rachel Dawes tapped her fingers on the pale leather steering wheel impatiently. She couldn't bear this anymore. She slammed her foot down on the brake (which was hard, considering the shoes she was wearing...) The car stopped abruptly as the tires squealed in protest. The girls didn't seem to notice that their seat belts suddenly locked, and they jolted forward. Rachel rubbed her middle and index finger against her aching temples. She let her hand fall on the seat divider, and spun in her seat.
"Charlotte! Stop being so perfect!" Rachel yelled at the older girl, who cast her eyes downward in response. "Jane! Enough singing! Barney is a dinosaur! Not a platypus!" She turned back around, and pushed on the gas until the car was back to sixty miles an hour. There was a prolonged silence, which was finally broken by Jane's mousy voice.
"How would you know Auntie Rachel?" Rachel breathed out through her nose, and rolled her eyes.
