~POV: Thomas Wayne~
I showed her into my room. Immediately she examined everything in there.
She's always aware of her surrounding's I've noticed.
The blue walls. The blue carpet.
She was examining it as if she were looking for something. A secret passage way.
"Nice room." She mentioned after a while.
"Thanks. You wanna sit down?"
"Sure."
She fell into the bean bag chair on the floor, while I sat on the bed.
"What do you wanna talk about?" I questioned. It looked as if she were think about something, really concentrating on it, too.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked. She began to stare at me with her hazel eyes. Trying to figure me out.
"What?"
"You're a rich kid. You're dating a skinny, beautiful, rich girl. Who your parents must adore. I'm poor. I'm grungy. You're parents haven't even met me. Why?"
I couldn't figure out an answer. She was just the kind of person I gravitate to.
When I see her, I get excited. Just thinking what's going on with her gives me butterflies in my stomach.
And I don't mean to be a creepy stalker but, I've been trying to talk to her ever since she got to our school.
But I'm not gonna tell her that.
"I think you're cool."
"Really?" I looked at me with curiosity.
"Yeah."
She was just staring at me.
For a while actually.
"You don't like your girlfriend do you?"
"Is it obvious?"
"Don't worry. I don't either." She smiled widely.
She got up to me and sat on the bed next to me.
She was grazing the blue and black bed covers with her hands.
"Nice view you got out your window. You can probably see the entire world, huh?"
"Yeah well, I put my desk there for a reason, so I can actually focus on work."
"Nice."
Our hands slid next to each other.
She pulled back instantly.
The awkwardness filled the room.
"Tommy, What do you wanna be when you grow up?"
"Well, I wanna be a writer. Mostly investigation stuff."
"Cool."
"I'm really interested in the Lioness-can I show you something?"
"Yeah."
I pulled out my binder of info on the Lioness from under my bed.
"I've kinda been following her. I'm trying to get a scope on who she really is you know." I said eagerly.
That's when I saw her face loose color.
~POV: Megan West~
I felt as if I were about to vomit.
This kid knew everything about me. He's gonna figure it out sooner or later. That's when
I'm screwed.
"Tommy, do you trust me?"
"Yeah-why?"
"Can I borrow the binder? I just wanna see what you've done so far, I have other files on
The Justice League, I wanna make some connections."
That was a complete lie.
I fucking hate those Justice League bastards.
"Of course. Here let me put it in your backpack."
"Thanks."
As he slipped the binder into my bag, his parents opened the door.
I checked my phone.
It was 5:30.
Unbelievable how fast time can go.
Tommy's parents standing in the doorway.
His mother, athletic body, nice boobs in my opinion, green eyes and dark hair.
His father, exactly like Tommy, Muscular, deep blue eyes.
I felt like I had seen him before.
Bruce Wayne. Well of course in the news. But I didn't know. I had this feeling.
"Hey guys!" Tommy's mom said gleefully. "We just wanted to see how you were doing. Um-I'm sorry what's your name."
"Uh-Megan, Megan West."
"Like the reporter?" Bruce had mentioned. It looked as if he had seen me before too.
"Yeah, that was my mom."
"I'm sorry for what happened to her." His mom said.
"Oh thank you." My eyes darted to the ground.
There was silence.
"Megan, will you be staying for dinner?" His mom asked.
"Uh, I actually should get going pretty soon. I'm busy tonight." I said as I picked up my bag.
"Okay. Well my name is Selina, if you ever come over again and need anything. I'm here."
"Thank you Selina, uh I'll be going."
"You don't need a ride." Tommy butted in.
"Uh no, I'm gonna walk, I have to run a few errands."
"Excuse me."
I walked through the two.
"Bye Megan!" Tommy shouted.
As I was rushing down the stairs of the manor.
In the corner of my eyes, I noticed Bruce staring at my feet.
I was doing the thing again.