BATBABE
By: PennyGirl
ATTENTION ALL LAWYERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't own Batman beyond, so please don't sue me. Hell, you can't sue me, I don't have any money!!! HA-HA- HA –HA – HA!!!!!!!. Ahem. Oh, and also, the only characters I do own are the ones I'm going to make up. Ok? Okay! On with the story.
Part One
Terry, be careful on your recon tonight. These places are dangerous.
"So what? Every place that I do recon on is dangerous. It's always dangerous."
Just shut up and be careful, McGinnis. The last time someone tried to bust up one of these, he wound up the luckiest man alive.
"Huh? If he got caught, how could he have wound up being lucky?"
He lived.
"Um…Gotcha. Batman out. I'll report back when I get there."
* * *
"Whoa, you weren't kidding when you said these fighters were good," Terry informed Bruce as he perched on a rafter above a six sided boxing ring. He watched with rapt attention as a fighter in red took out a fighter in black.
Of course they're good. You have to be to be able to beat those who you have to fight, and those you have to hurt to get your prize.
"And that is?"
Ten grand a night, and that's only if you win against everyone you fight.
Terry shook his head. "Unbelievable. These people get the crap beat out of them just so they can win a measly ten grand? Man, their hospital bills have to cost more than that."
"On the contrary, the men and women who fight in this ring get good deals with shady doctors in order to have their bodies fixed."
Terry jumped and stared at the person next to him. "Who the hell are you? And how can you see me?" (If anyone can't figure it our by now, Terry has his camouflage on.)
McGinnis, what's going on?
"There's a girl here next to me, she can see through the camouflage."
The girl grinned at Terry and waved.
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
Terry ignored Bruce and stared at the girl next to him. "Who are you?"
The girl giggled. "Someone just like you."
Static crackled over Terry's com, and he saw that the girl had cocked her head as if ready to listen to someone.
You're not like him, remember? You're not human. A woman's voice spoke over the comm. The girl smiled at Terry…Again.
"Nosy, isn't she?"
Dork.
"Hag."
"What's going on?" Terry asked.
The girl stopped in mid-insult and stared at Terry. "Don't you know? I'm like you."
"What? How can you be just like me?"
The girl shrugged. "I have to work with those who annoy me."
Go jump off a cliff, bitch.
The girl rolled her eyes and held out her hand. "The name's 'Wondergirl.' Pleased to meet you Batman."
Terry shook her hand because the current fight was over and there was really nothing to watch at the moment. So, instead, he looked over the girl next to him. While she started to talk about why she was spying on the fights.
She was obviously not human; that much could be seen from the fact that she was floating in mid-air while hanging upside down. Her outfit consisted of basic black. Black pants. A black top that was obviously very slinky under the light black jacket that fell to her waist. Terry glanced at her shoes and saw that she was wearing a set of pretty heavy-duty black combat boots. Over all, Terry liked what he saw.
"Wondergirl, huh?"
The blonde girl nodded. "Yup. So, are you the original, or are you just somebody who decided to take on this vast responsibility?"
"Huh?"
Cut it short you two and bolt! You've been busted. And if you haven't noticed, there're guards on the rail coming after you! screamed the mysterious voice that had argued with Wondergirl earlier.
The two young 'Heroes' glanced towards the entryway onto the rafters. Coming towards them were two burly men who obviously wanted to hurt them.
"Well, nice chattin with you. Gotta jet. Blu-babe, see ya at HQ." Wondergirl jumped off the rater and flew towards the window as various guards and other such people shot at her.
McGinnis, get out of there! Wayne yelled into his ear.
"No problem!" Terry yelled, and flew out the same window that Wondergirl had just as the guards caught up to him.
* * *
"Ow." Terry winced as Max pulled a piece of metal from his arm.
"Quit whining," Max scolded, and dropped the metal in a small jar of antiseptics so that Bruce could look at it later. Max pulled out another piece.
"Ow."
Max rolled her eyes. "I said stop that."
"Why—ow—should I? It hurts?"
"Well, it annoys me."
"And I care because…?"
Max smacked Terry on the head. "Hey!" he yelped, and rubbed his head and stared at Max reproachfully. "What was that for?"
"I felt like it. Now shut up before I have to gag you; and turn back around, too. I need to pull all of these things out of your skin before I clean the wounds. How'd you get this shot up anyway?"
Terry sighed. "It's all her fault."
"Her?"
"Some chick who was there tonight. She was doing the same thing I was, only…"
"Only what?" Max asked as she pulled out another piece of metal.
"She saw me, Max. She saw through Wayne's camouflage and knew that I was there. The guards caught us and started to fire as we were trying to escape. I barely got out before the fighters that were in the ring decided to try and catch me too."
"So, all in all, you got shot up because some girl showed up?"
"Yup."
"Hah!" Max dropped her tweezers and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Terry demanded.
Max stopped laughing and wiped small tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry Terry, it's just funny that's all."
"How so?"
Max stopped trying to hold back her laughing and looked confused. "I'm not sure." She pushed Terry back in the other direction and shrugged. "Just is I guess. Who was this girl, anyway?"
"Not sure. Some wannabe, I think. Called herself, 'Wondergirl.'"
"She human?"
"Not sure."
Max shrugged, pulled out the last of the pieces of metal, and began to clean the wounds. "Ya know," Max started, changing the subject, "Dana called."
Terry smacked himself in the head. "Shit! I forgot again! We had a date tonight, didn't we?"
"Yup. She called me to see if I knew where you were."
"And?"
"Told her I didn't. But you'll be happy to know that she's planning to break up with you tomorrow."
Terry groaned and slumped down into his seat. Why me?"
Max patted Terry on the shoulder sympathetically and bandaged the wounds. "All done. You can home now."
Terry sighed as if in defeat and went home.
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A/N…
Woo hooo! I made it! People can now read my stuff! (Inside thing, trust me.) Well, thank you for reading my story, whoever all you people may be. Um…Oh yeah! I know this is going slow and seems weird right now, and doesn't make any sense, but…Trust me! Okay? It will get really good. I promise. Plus: A special thanks to one Moonymonster.—they were the first one to leave a review on my story. Trust me, the cut up head will mean something soon! Bye!
Oh, by the way, bet you all can't guess who those kids are.
By: PennyGirl
ATTENTION ALL LAWYERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't own Batman beyond, so please don't sue me. Hell, you can't sue me, I don't have any money!!! HA-HA- HA –HA – HA!!!!!!!. Ahem. Oh, and also, the only characters I do own are the ones I'm going to make up. Ok? Okay! On with the story.
Part One
Terry, be careful on your recon tonight. These places are dangerous.
"So what? Every place that I do recon on is dangerous. It's always dangerous."
Just shut up and be careful, McGinnis. The last time someone tried to bust up one of these, he wound up the luckiest man alive.
"Huh? If he got caught, how could he have wound up being lucky?"
He lived.
"Um…Gotcha. Batman out. I'll report back when I get there."
* * *
"Whoa, you weren't kidding when you said these fighters were good," Terry informed Bruce as he perched on a rafter above a six sided boxing ring. He watched with rapt attention as a fighter in red took out a fighter in black.
Of course they're good. You have to be to be able to beat those who you have to fight, and those you have to hurt to get your prize.
"And that is?"
Ten grand a night, and that's only if you win against everyone you fight.
Terry shook his head. "Unbelievable. These people get the crap beat out of them just so they can win a measly ten grand? Man, their hospital bills have to cost more than that."
"On the contrary, the men and women who fight in this ring get good deals with shady doctors in order to have their bodies fixed."
Terry jumped and stared at the person next to him. "Who the hell are you? And how can you see me?" (If anyone can't figure it our by now, Terry has his camouflage on.)
McGinnis, what's going on?
"There's a girl here next to me, she can see through the camouflage."
The girl grinned at Terry and waved.
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!
Terry ignored Bruce and stared at the girl next to him. "Who are you?"
The girl giggled. "Someone just like you."
Static crackled over Terry's com, and he saw that the girl had cocked her head as if ready to listen to someone.
You're not like him, remember? You're not human. A woman's voice spoke over the comm. The girl smiled at Terry…Again.
"Nosy, isn't she?"
Dork.
"Hag."
"What's going on?" Terry asked.
The girl stopped in mid-insult and stared at Terry. "Don't you know? I'm like you."
"What? How can you be just like me?"
The girl shrugged. "I have to work with those who annoy me."
Go jump off a cliff, bitch.
The girl rolled her eyes and held out her hand. "The name's 'Wondergirl.' Pleased to meet you Batman."
Terry shook her hand because the current fight was over and there was really nothing to watch at the moment. So, instead, he looked over the girl next to him. While she started to talk about why she was spying on the fights.
She was obviously not human; that much could be seen from the fact that she was floating in mid-air while hanging upside down. Her outfit consisted of basic black. Black pants. A black top that was obviously very slinky under the light black jacket that fell to her waist. Terry glanced at her shoes and saw that she was wearing a set of pretty heavy-duty black combat boots. Over all, Terry liked what he saw.
"Wondergirl, huh?"
The blonde girl nodded. "Yup. So, are you the original, or are you just somebody who decided to take on this vast responsibility?"
"Huh?"
Cut it short you two and bolt! You've been busted. And if you haven't noticed, there're guards on the rail coming after you! screamed the mysterious voice that had argued with Wondergirl earlier.
The two young 'Heroes' glanced towards the entryway onto the rafters. Coming towards them were two burly men who obviously wanted to hurt them.
"Well, nice chattin with you. Gotta jet. Blu-babe, see ya at HQ." Wondergirl jumped off the rater and flew towards the window as various guards and other such people shot at her.
McGinnis, get out of there! Wayne yelled into his ear.
"No problem!" Terry yelled, and flew out the same window that Wondergirl had just as the guards caught up to him.
* * *
"Ow." Terry winced as Max pulled a piece of metal from his arm.
"Quit whining," Max scolded, and dropped the metal in a small jar of antiseptics so that Bruce could look at it later. Max pulled out another piece.
"Ow."
Max rolled her eyes. "I said stop that."
"Why—ow—should I? It hurts?"
"Well, it annoys me."
"And I care because…?"
Max smacked Terry on the head. "Hey!" he yelped, and rubbed his head and stared at Max reproachfully. "What was that for?"
"I felt like it. Now shut up before I have to gag you; and turn back around, too. I need to pull all of these things out of your skin before I clean the wounds. How'd you get this shot up anyway?"
Terry sighed. "It's all her fault."
"Her?"
"Some chick who was there tonight. She was doing the same thing I was, only…"
"Only what?" Max asked as she pulled out another piece of metal.
"She saw me, Max. She saw through Wayne's camouflage and knew that I was there. The guards caught us and started to fire as we were trying to escape. I barely got out before the fighters that were in the ring decided to try and catch me too."
"So, all in all, you got shot up because some girl showed up?"
"Yup."
"Hah!" Max dropped her tweezers and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Terry demanded.
Max stopped laughing and wiped small tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry Terry, it's just funny that's all."
"How so?"
Max stopped trying to hold back her laughing and looked confused. "I'm not sure." She pushed Terry back in the other direction and shrugged. "Just is I guess. Who was this girl, anyway?"
"Not sure. Some wannabe, I think. Called herself, 'Wondergirl.'"
"She human?"
"Not sure."
Max shrugged, pulled out the last of the pieces of metal, and began to clean the wounds. "Ya know," Max started, changing the subject, "Dana called."
Terry smacked himself in the head. "Shit! I forgot again! We had a date tonight, didn't we?"
"Yup. She called me to see if I knew where you were."
"And?"
"Told her I didn't. But you'll be happy to know that she's planning to break up with you tomorrow."
Terry groaned and slumped down into his seat. Why me?"
Max patted Terry on the shoulder sympathetically and bandaged the wounds. "All done. You can home now."
Terry sighed as if in defeat and went home.
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A/N…
Woo hooo! I made it! People can now read my stuff! (Inside thing, trust me.) Well, thank you for reading my story, whoever all you people may be. Um…Oh yeah! I know this is going slow and seems weird right now, and doesn't make any sense, but…Trust me! Okay? It will get really good. I promise. Plus: A special thanks to one Moonymonster.—they were the first one to leave a review on my story. Trust me, the cut up head will mean something soon! Bye!
Oh, by the way, bet you all can't guess who those kids are.