"What do you mean by that?" Batman asked. They were getting close to the alley way.
"Hm?" Sigrid asked, again staring vacantly out of the window.
"You said that it depended on what occasion we were talking about."
"Mhm."
"Could you tell us about both occasions?"
"Do I have too?"
"If you're going to have that attitude about it, then yes." Batman replied. Sigrid sighed.
"On September 18th last year an Anemoi Thuellai attacked my girlfriend and I while we were going to the art room for theater set building after school. When we ran to the stairwell it pushed us off the landing and to the level under. Laura died. All I got were bruises."
She paused, and the only sound was the engine.
"A little over a week ago I walked into my house to find my mom murdered in the livingroom. A northern cyclops tribe found us. They were annoyed when they got the watered down blood of Hekate instead of a proper demigod like they were looking for, and since there were six of them, she was killed."
"Did your father find them?" Batman asked.
"No. They were standing in the kitchen when I got home."
"Wait-" Robin spoke up, confused, "How did you get out?"
"I killed them."
"All six?!"
"It isn't particularly difficult when rage makes you turn into a mortal torch of hellfire." Sigrid muttered.
"We're here." Batman said, effectively putting an end to the strange conversation.
"Do you think you'll be alright?" The man asked before the duo parted for the batcave.
"I'll be fine." She said, and as she turned her back and walked to the corridor with her room in it, she heard the computer announce their departure. When she got to her doorway she dissolved the shadows to find Conner asleep, laying on the orange rug near her bed with his arms crossed, and M'gann was dozing on her bed with her arm hanging off near her boyfriend's cheek. Sigrid sighed and went to the other side of the bed, pulling the white curtains that usually stayed tied to the posts on the bed across so that if either of them woke up they wouldn't see her changing out of her wet clothes.
M'gann stirred at the sound of opening and closing drawers, and sat up.
"Sigrid?" she asked quietly.
"Stay there, I'm putting clothes on."
"Where did you go? You were gone for a little over 20 minutes."
"Where do Batman and Robin Patrol?" she asked, pulling a royal blue shirt over her head.
"Uh, Gotham, why?"
"Where's that?"
"New Jersey."
There was a pause.
"That's it you guys need to show me a damn map because I cannot for the life of me picture where any of this shit is." M'gann giggled at the girl's irritated outburst and the white sheets parted to show her to be in a v neck and shorts. Sigrid quickly braided her hair into a long damp rope behind her.
"So you went to Gotham?" M'gann asked, Conner sitting up as Sigrid sat cross legged on her bedsheet across from the Martian.
"I guess."
"How did you get there?"
"I don't know, shadow transport? Dad gave me a vague idea of powers I might develop as time goes on and I think that was one of them, so…" she shrugged.
"What happened when you were in Gotham?" Conner asked, curious.
"I climbed a bunch of buildings to see if I could find the outline of the mountain somewhere but that didn't work. Then I decided to go to the authority because they were a few streets away, and when I climbed a tree to the other side of the street I found Robin. Anyway, shouldn't the two of you be getting back to sleep? It's past one."
"You don't look like you're going back to bed," Conner commented.
"My sleep cycle is off. It's about seven in Germany right now."
"What will you do?"
Sigrid shrugged.
"Well, good to see you're back," M'gann said, "I have to study for finals today, so I am definitely going back to bed."
Conner nodded in agreement, and the two left Sigrid's room.
When the two were gone Sigrid rolled across her bed to the nightstand and opened the drawer to get her glasses.
"It's nice to see lines" she decided, walking to her closet and pulling out the box she had been making for her mother for the past week. It was a hardwood, rectangular box with edges she had smoothed down. On the top, bordered by a frame of plain wood were carved interwoven vines of ivy. In the center was a pentacle. She had been debating on whether or not to put anything more on it for a couple of days, but in looking at it now, decided that Mirja would like it fine as it was. She would have to stain and seal the wood today.
She moved her chair to the end table with her smaller herbs and put the herbs on her desk before opening the window. Then she put a cloth on the table and plastic gloves on her hands, as well as an apron around her waist just to be safe. Before she started fully she put on her headphones to block out the unfamiliar sounds of the cave with what she had just started that morning, and then opened the can of wood conditioner.
"The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm." The CD read as she began to work, "He came along the street of Green Town, Illinois, in the late cloudy October day, sneaking glances over his shoulder. Somewhere not so far back, vast lightnings stomped the earth. Somewhere, a storm like a great beast with terrible teeth could not be denied."
The text from the audiobook is the first paragraph from chapter one of Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. Sorry this is so short, but I needed to get a new chapter out especially with where the last one left off, but I ended this with the tone I wanted too, so I guess it works just for that! I'll try to get a longer chapter next time. Happy Sunday!