Author's Note: So, here we go! Took awhile, I know, but at least it's here, right? Enjoy Miss Barbra Gordon's chapter!
About an hour later, the glass had been removed and I was sitting in the Commissioner Gordon's car driving to Mr. Wayne's house.
"Are you sure you want to go here? I should just take you home to your parents . . ."
"Please, Commissioner Gordon, I have to see Terry. Mr. Wayne will know where he is." I had been keeping up my good girlfriend act for awhile and I felt strangely proud of myself. But, I was also worried. Terry was out there somewhere, being controlled by something and I had failed to save him.
Failed.
That word rang in my head and would not leave me alone. I had failed and instead gotten hurt and caught by the police.
We pulled into the driveway of the mansion and went to the door. Mr. Wayne opened it and seemed surprised to see me with the Commissioner.
"Barbra," He greeted.
"Bruce," She replied, angrily. "This girl insisted on coming here after being attacked by Batman. She's looking for Terry." On the last words, I realized that Barbra knew that Terry was Batman. I wasn't sure how, but she knew.
"Terry?" Mr. Wayne asked. He looked at me. "You must be Dana." He held his hand out to shake it; I did.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne." I was pretty good at acting. A thought occurred to me that maybe I should take Drama instead of art.
"I'm afraid Terry stepped out a little while ago, Dana, but you can come in and wait."
"Thank you, I'd like that." I went inside, but Barbra grabbed my shoulder.
"Dana, you should go home. You don't know when Terry will come back." I had her release my shoulder.
"Thank you for your concern, Commissioner, but I'd prefer to wait for a little bit and then if it gets too late, I can always drive myself home." Barbra looked at me then at Mr. Wayne. She gasped as she realized that I knew.
"Bruce," She said. "I want an explanation. Now." Mr. Wayne sighed and motioned for Barbra and I to come in and sit down.
"You were always good at figuring things out, Barbra." He said as I sat down next to Barbra on the couch. "Much better than Dick and Tim in fact."
"So, she knows?" I asked. Mr. Wayne nodded. "But, how?"
Then, they told me everything. How Barbra became Batgirl, how she stayed on after Dick left, even why she left Bruce in the first place. It all made sense on how she would know Terry's identity.
"Now, Bruce, the explanation, please." She folded her arms over her chest. She was not happy. Mr. Wayne sighed.
"Terry's mind had been taken over."
"By what?"
"Some entity. I don't know exactly."
"So, you're using Dana why?" I shifted uneasily. She clearly didn't like me being involved.
"I'm the only one who can jolt Terry back into control of his mind." I answered. Barbra glared at Mr. Wayne.
"How? By getting yourself killed?"
"Commissioner, it's not like that--," I protested. It wasn't! I had been careless and unprepared. Next time, I would be ready.
"Of course it is." Barbra replied, frankly. "Bruce doesn't care about anyone. You're just a tool to be used until Terry is back." She looked down. "Bruce has never really cared about anyone, not himself, not Terry, you, and me, not even her."
"Do not bring her up," Mr. Wayne said sharply.
"Who?" I asked.
"Diana would've gladly been with you if you--,"
"Enough!" Mr. Wayne yelled, his hands shaking. "Enough." Barbra looked apologetically at Mr. Wayne.
"I'm sorry," She muttered. "That was . . . uncalled for."
"Indeed," Mr. Wayne agreed.
An awkward moment passed.
"About Terry?" I finally asked. They both snapped out of their old memories.
"I don't want her involved." The Commissioner said."It's too dangerous."
"But--!" I yelled.
"She has to be involved Barbra." He answered calmly. "Unless, you want Terry rampaging for all eternity." This got her. She paused and thought for a second.
"Fine." She sighed. "I won't get involved. At least, not now." There was a deal coming. "But, if something happens to her, Bruce, I'll be coming after you."
"Fine."
"And I want to be as involved as possible."
"Fine." Mr. Wayne agreed. "Is that it?"
"For now." She got up. "I'll be on my way, but I'll be checking in soon." It was a threat, but I felt comforted by it. She slammed the door on her way out.
"So," I mumbled, meeting Mr. Wayne's gaze. "What happens now?"
He sighed.
I knew it was going to be awhile before I got a reply.
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