A/N: Hey, Ok, since I have no will-power what so ever to continue or keep up more than one chapter, I'll try again.
Ok, so in health we're learning about...something ;) I listned to a video about what we're studying, and I found out the awesome song was Avril's 'Slipped Away' And that inspired my...little idea.
I hope you enjoy, I really would like feedback, so I can improve and make the chapters more interesting for you guys(or girls)
Disclaimer: Yes I do not own young justice, and a little piece of me dies everytime I think about that.
(And, even if I owned it, WHICH I DON'T, I would still write fan-fictions, 'cause I love to write)
Soft steps slowly made their way down the hallway, her heart dreading what was about to happen. She could feel the book being pressed closer to her chest as her arms wrapped tighter around her torso. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying hard not to take off running in the opposite direction. She couldn't.
The dim light calmed her, a comfortable chill in the air weighing down on her, allowing her to think clearly. She stopped at a closed door, hesitating. She turned around, looking at the butler with worry, she saw his slightly blurry form motion for her to knock, she had hoped he would go with her, but he remained behind to cook dinner.
She took a deep breath, raising her hand, resting it against the door, sighing heavily before rapping loudly. When a gruff voice gave the 'OK', to come in, she felt her stomach quiver with uneasiness. She grasped the knob, turning and pushing the door open.
His office was neat and tidy, exactly what she expected. He was also sitting at his desk, typing rapidly on his computer, strands of his dark hair falling in his face. His sharp face looked as though it was absorbed in something life-threatening, what if he already found out?
She swallowed the lump in her throat, clenching her hands before unhinging her jaw.
"Mr. Wayne, I need to talk to you…about Richard."
(Don't mind me, I'm just a plain ol' page breakline thingamajig!)
The silence was most uncomfortable.
Wayne had frozen, his face a block of stone. He tried hard not to show surprise, or concern, the personality of Batman taking over. With difficulty he pushed back his walls, exposing his emotions. The leather chair protested loudly as he stood up, looking down upon the nervous redhead.
"What."
It was a statement, not really a question, because Bruce Wayne does not like to waste time stuttering or thinking of a query, not if his son was mentioned.
"I…don't know, exactly." The redhead protested when Wayne turned away, tangling his hands in his hair. She could tell he was losing interest, she needed to come out with it, but it was so hard. "But—please, Mr. Wayne, I'm…just…"
"Finish your sentence!" Bruce shouted, hating the feeling of being in the dark about information, and the fact that Batman was becoming more dominant as his worry for Richard grew. He faced her, flaring his nostrils.
"He's quiet…er…and the other day, he didn't sit outside like we used too, I think he was up in the library. Food is banned there, food and drinks."
Bruce just looked at her, narrowing his eyes. That was all? "Well, I'm sure your father would like to know his daughter isn't missing, and is here at Wayne Manor." He felt the corners of his mouth twitch with anger. The girl was wasting his patience.
"No—I…dad?" Her jaw dropped when her father was mentioned, how Bruce would be communicating with… "This is more important!" She felt that burst of adrenaline, not caring what happens next, too hyped up on the energy flowing in her veins. "Dick's been avoiding me and he's stopped pranking Artemis!" She watched with hopelessness as Bruce turned away from her again, and began to pace to room calmly.
"Please, I'm worried for him! It's like…like he's gray."
Bruce looked at her funny, probably mistaking her mumble for something else.
"No, I said GRAY. Like the color? Bland, void of emotion?" She emphasized with her hands, trying to get Bruce to listen to her. "Something must have happened a few days ago, that would…affect him negatively. Do you—"
No sooner than the words came out of her mouth did Bruce's eyes bulge with fury. "GET. OUT. NOW." He towered over her, a vein in his neck popping out dangerously. She quickly shrunk back against the wall, dashing out of the room, hitting her hands on the door frame, making her cry out in pain. Still she ran for her life, her arms pumping at her side, wincing when the door slammed. When she emerged into the living room, Alfred scurried over, his face creased with concern. Before the kind butler could reach her, Barbara grabber her coat from the back of the couch, unlocking the door and running outside into the blistering winds, still stuck in her withering world.
Still watching everything she knew slip away.
A/N:
Ok, so if you were happy with this, and know what it might be about, well, A LITTLE MINI CONTEST! Just guess what is wrong with poor dickie, and I'll do a request for you! Pairing of your choice! Just, no lemons please, thank you.
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