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Hey! I don't know how this is going to turn out, but I want to try this. I hope it works, because I like this idea! Enjoy!
There are few things that make living in Gotham bearable. One is the music. Over the course of my life, I have managed to turn the honking of cars, the whistling of the wind, the talented (or not –so talented) street performers, and the shouts of crime into my own, personal soundtrack. Another is Batman. Ever since he came into our lives, there has been someone to stand up for the little guys, someone who can make a difference without the restraining arm of the law. And the last is Tim. I met Tim Drake at school, and things have never been the same. He was a year older than me, and I would do what is probably considered stalking him down the hallway as he walked to his classes. I would learn his schedule and watch him, never having the guts to actually speak to him, and dream this tall, dark drink of water would swoop down and save me from the pressures of high society and crime in Gotham. I placed it between him and Batman to come for me, and, seeing this as the more realistic option, I wanted it to be Tim Drake. None of these dreams came true, until one day, I found myself placed in the same A.P. math class as him. I walked in the door, saw him sitting there and had an inner spazz attack, collected my semi-cool and sat in the perfect spot, behind him. That was, until a bratty, stuck up excuse of a woman tapped my shoulder.
"This is my seat. Get out," She motioned to the boy next to me, who sarcastically waved his fingers at me, and I had to move to my back-up location, in front of him. I wouldn't be able to gaze at his dreamy black hair, but at least this way I would have a better chance of getting noticed. Except, when I sat down, he didn't notice me at all. Wonderful. I was pretty much zoned out during role call, only to zone back in for my name and Tim's.
"Timothy Drake," the teacher called out. He responded with a half-hearted 'here'. "Elizabeth Eisenhower," I jerked my head up.
"Here," I called out. There. He was bound to notice me now. It sort of worked. He looked my direction briefly. That's progress, I thought to myself.
"So, we all know how to discover the location of Y on a graph," the teacher began with her spiel. I, personally, didn't care. I received a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to see none other than Tim Drake, staring back at me.
"Do you have a pencil I can borrow?" He whispered, showing that he had run out of lead in his mechanical one. I was frozen in shock for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it.
"I can do you one better," I replied, holding my hand out for him to place his pencil on. He cautiously obeyed. I took his pencil and checked which number lead he used, relieved to find it matched my own. I replaced his lead and turned back to him. "Good as new," I clicked his lead into place, showing what I had done.
"Do you guys want to teach this class? Because I will be more than happy to step down and let you two replace me. If not, I would appreciate your full attention." The teacher scolded dramatically.
"Sorry Mrs. Jones," I replied without breaking eye contact. "It won't happen again." She turned back to her teachings.
Thank you, Tim mouthed to me. I smiled my top smile in return and turned around in my seat, only to realize that my hand were shaking due to being pumped full of adrenaline. I sighed and let it run its course.
That evening I had a function to attend with my family. My mother was an heiress from an oil company and my father was city secretary. Better deciphered: we were a part of Gotham's high society and we had a high society function to attend at a high society hotel in high society Gotham. My parents never let me forget how well off I was, and I'm pretty sure that my mother used that exact sentence to describe tonight's events to me. So, I put on one of my nice dresses and did my best to tame my auburn curls. I got in my parent's fancy car and we rode to one of the largest buildings I had ever seen- apart from Wayne Tower, of course. I walked into the building in my parent's shadow, but not before seeing the epic arrival of billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. He rode up in his gray Lamborghini, escorted once again by a gorgeous model-worthy woman. I rolled my eyes and continued into the building. It seemed like a man with that much power and influence should be doing more than buying hotels that aren't up to his par and escorting a new bottle blonde every day.
"May I take your sweater, Miss?" Asked a man in a blue and read bellhop's uniform. I nodded and slid my sweater off my arms, handing it to him gratefully. My family and I had the relative misfortune of being seated with Bruce Wayne and his 'special friend'.
"Mr. and Mrs. Eisenhower, always a pleasure," He held out his hand toward my parents. We all settled into our seats, and so did I, which was really the first time he seemed to notice I was there. "And if it isn't little Ellie Eisenhower! I haven't seen you since you were about the height of this table! You've grown!"
"And so has your ego," I responded quietly. He shot a knowing grin my way and moved on to greet the rest of the table. My parents failed to hear my snarky comment, due to the greeting of various diplomats and such. Conversation drifted from economics to the new mayor, and somehow found its way to Batman.
"All he does for Gotham and the city still neglects his credit," a brunette said mournfully. "Ask me and I would favor his work over the work of the Gotham Task Force any day."
"Nobody's asking you, now are they?" Her husband said, forcefully shutting her down.
"Eh, I wouldn't completely shun the Police Department. They do what they can, and, honestly, do we really want to have to rely on this crazy Bat-Guy?" Bruce Wayne replied.
"He does what he thinks is right with the power he has," I said, looking Wayne straight in the face. "And there'll come a time when we don't need him, as soon as his image shocks the powerful into action." Wayne looked at me just then, and it was a look that I had never seen on him before. It seemed knowing and caring and, honestly, a bit frightening. But it vanished as fast as it came. And I could have sworn it seemed the complete embodiment of what Batman stood for. What if Bruce Wayne really was using his power for good? I asked myself. Maybe this whole thing is just a charade, so no one would suspect him of being our masked vigilante. It was food for thought.
The next day Tim seemed distracted. Well, more distracted than usual. But it wasn't like we had had enough conversation for me to ask without seeming like the stalker I knew I was. And, I spent the whole class mulling over how to speak with him and who Batman really was, that when it came time to actually work, I was totally lost. I glanced inconspicuously behind me and Tim seemed to know what he was doing. I sighed, swallowed my fears and turned around, plopping my papers on his desk. He looked up at me quickly.
"I am completely lost. Will you help me?" He seemed to laugh at some joke in his mind.
"To be honest with you, I am too." I sighed. "But I will try my hardest." We spent the rest of the class debating our thoughts on the best way to find the degree of the vertex and what exactly this had to do with volume, or if we were all just crazy. We finally agreed that we were all just crazy. By the end of the hour I felt like I was no longer an obscene stalker, but almost a friend. As we were walking out the door I remembered my earlier predicament.
"I couldn't help but notice that you seemed a little conflicted earlier. Is everything okay?" I asked. I seemed to have a thing for going out of my comfort zone lately. He seemed to debate weather or not to confide in me, and I guess I eventually won over.
"Have you ever been at a fork in the metaphorical road?"
"Do you mean, like making a tough decision? Then, yes. Why?" I looked at him deeply.
"There's this…job I am thinking about taking. It's kind of dangerous, but it feels like the right course. What should I do?"
"One must never be fearful about what they are doing if it is right. Rosa Parks said that. And you know what?" I stopped walking and stared into his eyes, memorizing them. "I agree with her." With that I picked up walking again and headed to my locker, getting ready for lunch.
After school on Thursdays is the only time all of my friends are free. We have no clubs, no sports and no extracurricular, so all my friends meet at a small café in town. Granted, it's not exactly the safest spot, but it works for all of us, so we use it. I informed all of them about my adventures in math class and they were all equally excited for me. Around time the sun began to set, we decided it was time to head on out. I said goodbye and made my way down the sidewalks and alleys it took to get to our upscale apartment. As I entered an alleyway I found myself face to face with a gun. I froze in my spot. Sadly, I recognized the face on the other end. It was a senior boy that I saw at school sometimes. He was known for being a thug, and he was once even charged with rape. Of course, the girl disappeared before she could testify. Some people say he has Mafia connections, but no one wants to find out for sure.
"Look who it is," He said, snickering. "It's Ellie Eisenhower, the cute little sophomore." I shuddered as he pinned me against the wall.
"How do you know my name?" I muttered, coldly.
"One can't walk those halls, and look as fine as you, and go unnoticed. Those pretty little looks of yours really are attention grabbers." He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. "Such perfect skin," He smelled my hair with his eyes closed, "Such beautiful hair." He ran a hand under my shirt, over my stomach, making me shudder. I squirmed and I squealed, but that only managed to get the gun pressed tighter against my temple. "Now don't move, and don't make a sound." A tear slipped down my cheek and I silently prayed to anyone that would listen. Please, don't let this happen. I've never done anything to deserve this. Please. As if my prayers were being answered, two large, caped figures came down from the sky and one of them landed on top of my attacker. I immediately recognized the one. It was Batman! But who was this other fellow? Robin was dead!
I watched in awe as Batman took down the man who had confronted me, with assistance from the man in the yellow, red and green. Not that Batman needed much help. When the other man was sure Batman had it under control, he stepped over to me.
"Are you okay?" I couldn't think. He had such nice eyes. But they were so familiar. It seemed like I had seen them before… "Miss, are you alright?" I snapped back to reality. I nodded vigorously.
"Y-yes," I managed to stammer. "Who are you?" I spilled out, before I managed to stop myself. He smiled.
"I'm Robin, the trainee." I nodded, despite the still confused expression on my face.
"What are you training for?" I asked. Okay, I'll admit, I was pretty out of it.
"To save the good people like you." He winked and he soared out, along with Batman and my attempted rapist. I sighed and trudged back to my home, a dazed expression on my face.