I am sooo sorry! I'll be completely honest with you.
It seems all of my family was born in the last days of May and all of June also, I kinda lost my muse! My actual CD MUSE! And I got very into Papa Roach. Well you cant write a sassy four year old while listening to Burn. My writing is influenced by the music I listening to and well, I don't want it to resemble the song Forever. Good news though I got back into the RHCP and I can write anything with them. Here's a new chapter! Sorry about my rant I feel guilty.
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"Ok Dick….Tell me if I get something wrong. She just appeared out of nowhere. In the cave? You took no type of cautions, you followed no protocols whatsoever, you told her your name and brought her into the manor and gave her Damian's cookies?" The Batman raised an eyebrow.
Dick shrunk, "well when you put it that way, it sounds pretty bad." Right then Tim decided to add in his two sense, "the whole situation is bad. We got a kid who answers questions which leads to more questions its obvious she knows something and absolutely nothing."
Damian chewed a cookie furiously, "I think she's evil, a robot! Lets kill it!" Three head turned to the youngest. "Why are you even in this conversation?" Damian shot Tim a look, "I thought since they let you into it they were letting everyone into it. Father have you called the Joker? Penguin? The mail man? How about my mother." Tim shot the young boy a dirty look, "and you wonder why you only have one friend." Damian widened his eyes, "I'm sorry Drake but fighting with ten year olds, cant win an argument with Wondergirl?"
"Have you tried to win one with her?" Tim shot back defensively. The little boy shrugged and said smugly "there would be no trying, I would win it." Tim glared, "yeah! After she realized you were ten and decided to let you."
"Off topic!" Dick hissed, the two youngest at the table turned back to the group and found them staring at them oddly.
"Master Bruce they need counseling," The batman waved it off, "No Alfred they just need some team bonding." The two that needed bonding made faces at each other, "they also need to grow up." Dick laughed, and the dark Knight turned to him, "you also need to grow up." He rubbed behind his neck, 'off topic," he said indignantly. They all nodded after taking a deep breath, "so what do we do?"
"I already told you, we should kill it!" Bruce shot him a look, "Damian to your room." The youngest eyes widened, "But!" He sighed, and sat back down "One more chance?" Tim shook his head, and Bruce reluctantly agreed. "Lets talk to her again, get information. All the information we have it's been gathered by Dick." The vigilante shot up, "hey! What does that mean?!" The youngest turned to him, "You're too soft."
Unseen by the rest of the group was Alfred and Bruce giving sighs of relief at not having to explain to the boy, why his information was mostly useless. They met each others eyes, 'lets just go with what Damian Said' Bruce's eyes said. Alfred nodded.
…Back with Grandpa Bruce…
"How did she get into the cave!" A older Tim said in frustration rubbing his temples. "Can you bring her back is the question we all should be asking." Tim grabbed at his hair, "No, I don't know! I uh…Argh! I-It was a prototype and not ready to be used!" He met worried blue eyes, his were filled completely with guilt. His hands were shaking, he began to pace.
"The machine is unstable…I have been sending little things for the past few months. Little things! Like an apple, a banana peel, pape-"
"Basically all your trash?"
"Shut up Dick! Little things!" The older man rolled his eyes, "were in some deep shit. Do you want me to kill you now? Or would you rather it be Damian, so you could feel better?" Tim shot him a look, "No time for jokes….Something Bad could have really happened to her!"
"But nothing did," Nightwing said with conviction. Tim looked up "how do you know that?" He tapped his heart, "here this would have told me if something went wrong." Tim pulled at his hair again "Then why is mine telling me something did!" Dick sighed, "you're Tim. You always assume the worst."
" We need to fix this." Nightwing nodded, and turned the computer on "preferably before tomorrow." He began to type seeing as he finally got his brother calm down, inside he wasn't so calm. From what the family genius had told him, Shelly might have not survived! She could have ended up somewhere bad, she could have…
"A cinderblock was the last thing I had sent, and-" Tim said before Dick cut him off. "Wait how is that small?" Dick said shocked, looking at Tim's spiral filled with symbols, and a lot of infinity signs, meaningless words and a note to self, buy more coffee. "I was experimenting with weights, the heavier an item is…the more unstable it becomes." Dick nodded, "now much does she way?" Tim studied the machine, "thirty something pounds I think."
"Bruce?" The former Batman looked up from where he was reviewing footage, "How are you doing?" He sighed, he didn't look to good. He just proved he was a worse babysitter then Superman. He stood up "I think I need a smoke…" Tim's eyes widened, "You don't smoke?" The Batman trudged up the stairs, "I need a smoked turkey sandwich…" Tim ran after his adoptive father, and Nightwing sat at a table used to fix broken weapons. He began flipping through Tim's notes in hopes of getting a better understanding of the machine. But most of it was written in some type of Tim code. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "ugh.."
"Hey Uncle D!" He met his niece Dawn's eyes, "What's the 411?" He waved the journal, he tossed it on the table. "I cant understand any of this." She gave a nervous laugh and brushed a blonde lock of hair behind his ear, he saw something pink in her hand but thought nothing of it. "I'm going to go check up on your dad." She nodded and sat at the bat computer, and idly began to wiggle the mouse. Her eyes never left him, as he left the cave.
When she was sure he was gone, she spun the chair around and began to type into the computer. Dawn brought up all the blue prints of her dads machine. She inserted a USB and then began copying everything. The other two girls ran down the stairs, Pat had a bag thrown over her shoulders, "Ok tell me everything!"
"Its unstable, it jacks up with the weight she could be anywhere. But most likely she ended up in the cave since there is nothing on the machine that you can key in to send you somewhere specific, its not a transporter." Pat nodded, "Ok tell me more." Kayla began to turn the thing on. "It maybe fatal…" The redhead shrugged. "Its dangerous."
"I live for danger," Kayla stepped away from the machine. "We shouldn't be doing this." Pat secured her backpack on her shoulders, "but yet were still doing it." Dawn bit her lip. "Let me go." Pat shook her head, "It has to be me."
"Why?" Kayla asked, "please don't tell me you feel responsible."
"Were all responsible, but no I have this feeling I should go."
"Are you calling me fat?" Dawn said, Pat smirked. Dawn rolled the chair to the table, "Its ready, she handed her cousin her dad other notes and the USB. "Why are you doing this again!" Kayla said, grabbing her cousins arm. "There is no way back unless somebody builds a machine on the other side." Dawn said. Kayla pursed her lips, "then let me go!" Pat shook her head. "I got this covered, work with me through this side. "I'm going to the past…I'll send a note that everything went fine." The girls nodded. "Girls!" Dawns eyes widened "Its uncle Dick!"
He appeared at the top of the steps, "who turned it on!" He said panicked. Lights flickered, "Its taking up too much power!" Kayla said. Pat nodded and ran into the Time Machine. "Wait!" Their cousin disappeared and a distressed uncle Dick ran down the steps. "Girls!" Dawn looked at the machine "I have to make sure she-" Dick caught her by the arm. "Explain to me what just happened.." He said in a dangerous voice, it lowered a few octaves. His daughter bit her lip, "What do you mean? Nothing happened." He glared, "Don't play games." He growled, his daughter ran "what games?"
Dawn wrestled her arm free, the lights kept flickering, then they went out completely. Smoke emitted from the machine her cousin had just disappeared through. "Its broken…" She said.
It's different…I guess I'm about to add more characters…Unless you don't want me too, and Uncle Tim some how has to leave on a mysterious flight to LA. The time machine didn't work for Pat and she was transported to the front lawn of Wayne Manor…It is all up to you. Did you like it?
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