This goes to Sarah again!! My best friend EVER!!! On fanfiction, she's known as missymee-mee, and she has a REALLY great Naruto story, fo anyone who reads those. I love her very much, and the inspiration for this story actually came from her, and our friendship! I think that's all...wait...wait for it...OH YEAH!! Sorry for taking so long to update. I haven't been very motivated, my brain power's running low, my teachers feel the need to kill me, and Thanksgiving was just last week and family and blah blah blah...and I was grounded. I know, I'm very bad, but whatever. Here is the story!
Dick Grayson felt confined and suffocated under the sheets. He twisted and turned, trying to become comfortable as his palms became
sweaty and his heart beat faster and faster. The silence was slowly getting to him, and he was convinced that the only sounds in the whole
mansion were his heavy breathing and the incessant ticking of the grandfather clock. His mind was going even faster then his heart. His
thoughts constantly turned from Claire, to Bruce, his parents, and Zucco. The guilt of what he was about to do weighed heavy, though his
thirst for revenge accounted for much more.
He slowly moved towards the edge of the bed. Every time he made a sound, he stopped, as did his heart. He made slow, but steady,
progress to the edge of the bed, and his feet finally meet the ground. It squeaked. He froze. Only silence meet his ears, blessed silence.
He took a thick sweater out from under his bed and slipped it on over his pajama shirt. He put on jeans, thick socks, and comfortable
shoes. He moved to the window.
BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG BONG
Midnight. He slowly opened the window, trying to remain silent. Dick climbed out the window and down some vines hanging on the
side of the wall. His feet landed on the dew covered grass, and he shivered when he was met by an icy blast of wind. He looked up at the
dark windows, and started across the lawn.
Dick walked into town, and went into store after store, showing a picture he had of Zucco to everyone. No luck. He walked down
streets and alleys. He passed a small, dark street with untidy houses on either side. A tan house seemed to catch his eye, but he trudged
wearily on. It was almost one in the morning, and Dick hadn't found anything. He walked into a diner and showed the picture to an
elderly waitress.
"I've seen him! He's a regular in here. Doesn't tip well, pretty sour too." She scowled at the photo and asked Dick, "Watcha want
with him?"
"Just my dad; he and mom got in a fight and he walked out. Haven't seen him in a while and I thought I'd look for him." He made up a
story on the spot, hoping she wouldn't ask too many questions.
The woman hesitantly said "Well…I think he lives near some old warehouse on 36th street. Does your mom know you're out? I bet
she's worried, and you shouldn't be out so late"
"No ma'am, she doesn't, but I'll be all right. I just want to get my dad back." Dick put on a small smile, hoping he seemed the part of
a determined, brave, and hopeful kid just looking for someone.
She looked suspicious, but remained silent.
"Thanks for your help, ma'am." Dick gave a cheery wave, and walked to the door.
He may have been smiling a minute ago, but when Dick stepped out of the diner, there was a hard look on his face. 'This is it,' he
thought, 'this is what I've been waiting for' All Dick could think about was Zucco. He couldn't wait to take revenge, to turn Zucco over
to the police. Somehow he felt like that wasn't enough though, but what else could he do?
'Near an old warehouse, 36th street' he said in his mind. It wasn't a long walk, though Dick felt like it would never end. He was
excited and nervous at the same time. He was going to see Zucco! It had been almost a year since his parents' deaths, but rage was still
fresh inside him. On the other hand, how was he supposed to do it? Go tell some police officer that he knew where Zucco was? It just
didn't seem that easy, and what if no one believed him? He was uneasy, and his thoughts were cold as he walked down the streets of
Gotham.
He was nearing the docks when he spotted an old warehouse. "Just like that lady said." he muttered to himself.
He saw a small, run down house near the large building, and he crept towards it. He saw lots of boxes stacked on top of one another in
between the warehouse and house. He quickly decided to hide there, and try to listen in for any necessary information.
As he crouched among the crates, voices drifted to his hears.
"We have to get out of here. Everyone is after us"
"But boss, what about our material witness; don't we gotta take care of him"
"We can come back and do that, but right now we gotta save our butts"
"How we gonna find'em, boss"
"Somehow, but when we do, I'm gonna take care of him real good. Just like his parents"
At this comment, Dick's anger flared. He growled in his throat.
Suddenly he felt something behind him. He was lifted up off the ground by his jacket and a deep, scratchy voice said, "What have we
here?"
Sorry I got it done so late, but here it is. Please don't forget to review!! I'm very proud of all my chapters really; I think I've just done a really good job with this story. Not so much for Moonlight Destiny though...
