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Chapter 6

I slipped into the mansion and up to my room. Either no one noticed me, or they just didn't care. I know Bruce would have noticed me, but I guess he didn't give a hoot either. I didn't lay on my bed for even a minute when my cell started ringing.

Groaning, I roll over not knowing I was on the edge. I fall off and bump my head on the nightstand and fall on the floor.

Heavy footsteps pad up the steps. Great, just what I needed, the whole Scooby Gang on my back.

The door flies open and the team stand there in civvies and bad martial arts moves. When they realize no one else is in the room with me, they drop their defense mechanisms.

"Don't worry, everyone, it was just little Richie and the jerk off that went wrong." Artemis says.

I snarl at her as my face grows increasingly red.

"Listen, Fluff head, at least I don't fist myself to Wally." I retort back.

Now it is Artemis's turn to grow red. I felt kind of bad, but I was tired of her testy attitude.

Wally starts rolling on the floor laughing.

"Always knew I turned you on, Blondie." He says.

"Where have you been, anyway?" Zatanna asks me, clearly trying not to laugh at her best friend.

"I don't find it any of your business seeing as I am here now." I say.

"Actually, it is our business, it is our job to protect you."

"Then where were you during the lockdown?"

"Where were you?"

I narrow my eyes. However, before I can say something, my phone starts ringing again.

I grab it. Barbara's picture shows up on the screen. I slide the answer button and hold the cell to my ear.

"Hello…"

"Where the hell have you been?" she shrieks at me.

I hold the phone a good five inches from my ear.

"Barbara…" I start, but she interrupts me again.

"Don't you 'Barbara' me. I was so worried, and you didn't even have the decency to answer my calls."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't you sorry me, you piece of shit! I thought you died or something. Where were you? You were there, then you were gone!"

"You sort of fell asleep…"

"And about that! Why did you knock me out?"

"I don't know…"

"You know what? I'm done with you for now. I'm tired of being kept in the dark on stuff. To hell with 'ya!"

Then Barbara hangs up. I just stand there with my jaw slack and my phone still in my hand.

"What, did your little girlfriend get mad at you?" Superboy taunts.

"Shut up. You know, I can and will tell Bruce about you guys harassing me." I say, getting agitated.

"That's just like a rich boy. To tell your dad everything and expect him to fix it for you. Typical." Artemis scoffs, apparently getting over her embarrassment.

I roll my eyes; I was so done with this. I had to put up with Joker, Bruce, and now this?

"You know what, just get out of my room. I can't deal with this right now."

Without saying anything, they just walk out. I turn to sit on my bed, but feel a presence behind me still.

"Wally, please just…" I say, turning around.

It wasn't Wally there, but Zatanna poking her head in.

"They made me ask you if we could watch Mean Girls?" she says, sounding annoyed.

I just shake my head and wave her away. I hear the door close.

My room was a little cold, but I didn't feel like walking downstairs to the heating system and risk the chance of bumping into anyone. Instead, I wiggle myself under the covers and hide. My body heat quickly warms up the blankets, but I still feel a shiver go up my spine. My face contorts into a scrunch.

I shake my head; I wasn't going to act so vulnerable with so many people on the ready to catch me that way. I jump out of bed, ignoring the cold air touching my skin go to the bathroom. The mirror hangs to the right as I walk in. I ignore looking in it, though. My face was probably gruesome looking. Black hair lied on my head in unnatural ways, the excess hair gel didn't help either.

With the water turned on, I hop in after discarding my clothes.

When I get out, I dry my hair as much as I can. A shower was just what I needed.

I reach for the sink and wash my face. I open my drawer for face wash, I grab it. Crap falls all over the floor because the drawer falls out.

"Son of a bitch!" I yell because it hits my foot.

I pick everything up and set it in the rightful place. The only thing left is my face wash and razor. Why did I even have a razor? I shrug and I set the razor back down on the counter. Then, I brush my teeth and slip on my pajamas.

As soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm out.

Breakfast the next day was awkward for lack of a better word. Bruce didn't even bother coming, which I guess was for the best. No one talked, and I didn't bother making a huge statement. I didn't feel like it today. In fact, I just wanted all of this to end.

Even though I haven't seen Bruce, apparently the team has. They have actually been watching over me and not letting me out of their sights. Bruce must not want me to take any more late night excursions.

That wasn't even the worst of my problems of the day, even though that one was pretty bad. Barbara must be super pissed. She won't return any of my calls.

My best friend won't even talk to me, much less let me her a fabricated lie to why I knocked her out and went.

My other best friend, Wally, doesn't get any time to talk to me. He's always busy 'watching me' with the rest of the team. When I say talk, I mean without having to filter whatever we say. We can't really say stuff about our alter egos if the team is around, can we?

The next few days were boring, which was a nice way of putting it. I was stuck watching Mean Girls. I lost count of how many times we watched it after seven. M'gann took a real liking to it. I bet I could recite the whole thing.

No one dared making jokes, sensing my aura as 'just done' as Wally put it. Wally was pretty good at telling me what was going on with the team. But, he left a lot out, not wanting to hurt my feelings I'd bet.

No one has tried to kill me lately, and with all the nothing going on, I wish someone would.

School was out for the next week so repairs could be made and so a better security system could be added.

However, just as I thought my body would start withering away from doing nothing, Alfred seeks me out and demands I go to the batcave.

Bruce was too mad to let me on another mission or stakeout, so it had to be important. However, knowing Bruce and his outrageous paranoia, anything was possible.

Imagine my sincere surprise when he told me Cheshire escaped.

He then promptly started blaming me over and over. I didn't feel like fighting, as I said before, so I just stood there until he finished his rant. When he was, Bruce left the batcave in a hurry. I stayed there, then went over to where the cage was.

To tell the truth, I was super uber surprised when Bruce said we should keep the assassin Cheshire here. There were plenty of protocols that he broke by doing that. Over a thousand Bat Book Rules at that! I didn't argue, not wanting to spoil something new.

There wasn't anything really wrong with the cage; well, not to the naked eye.

I look at the top of the cage, nothing is there. I'm baffled, and apparently Batman was too.

My eyes light up! Maybe if I find out before he does, he'll actually be impressed of me.

Over the years, Bruce hasn't acknowledged my achievements. If I did something right, all he would say was 'onto the next thing'. He didn't praise me often, but he was really good at dissing me. This was my chance!

The cell didn't look like it was broke anywhere, nor was any magic used on it. Then, I get an idea. I run and get my fingerprint scanner from my costume. The scanner scans the whole cell. I set the tech down while it reads through everyone's prints, and then run and jump on the swirling chair that is in front of the Bat Computer.

I type in the password, but it rejects it. Fuck, Bruce must have changed it. I grab my watch and bring up my hacking system. I push in the right sequence and wait for the thing.

My fingerprint scanner beeps and I look down to see the prints. I almost fall out of chair.

Cheshire's prints were there, but no one else's were. That doesn't make since. There's no sign of breaking of the cell, there was no way to get out. I go back over and examine it. The fingerprint dust I used was still smeared over the prints. I spray the stuff on the cage again, still getting nothing.

What else could I do? You're the protégé of the greatest detective, but you can't even find a fucking clue. I huff.

Maybe a magnifying glass would help. I grab it from my utility belt and hold it up to the bars. Nothing catches my eyes immediately. I sigh. Maybe there would be prints on a plasmo level. I pull my sunglasses down and turn on plasmo mode.

Nothing. X-ray mode. Nothing. Maybe a molecular level. I turn that one on, almost giving up, when something pops up.

Little ovals resembling shadows line the prison door. That's really weird, I've never seen anything like it.

I magnify it to 900x. It looks like it left some sort of imprints, but not fingerprints.

Whoever was here knew what they were doing. Whoever did this was careful. The worst part was, this person must know who we are.

I hurry and get the fingerprint cleaner made of pineapple juice and rubbing alcohol. It should be enough to stump Batman until I finger out what the hell is going on.

After erasing the camera footage, cleaning up, and getting rid of the prints, I run upstairs to the elevator and get out of there before Bruce or Alfred finds me.


I'm almost to my room when voices make me halt. I hug the wall and wait for the voices to go, but instead they stop and stay in the same place. By the vibrations and distance, they were in the next room.

"... this nonsense." A familiar voice says; Bruce.

"Sir, you are being unnecessarily rude." Alfred says.

"How? It isn't like he listens to me or anything."

"Sir, I hate to tell on poor Richard, but you don't know what he goes through!"

"I do, he is going through the same thing as me. He'll live."

"You had a father figure, he has a dictator not capable of love."

"I'm so wounded. Besides, he doesn't want a father figure."

"And how would you know that?"

"He… would have… said so by now?"

"Then you obviously don't hear him at night."

"I don't need to."

"Then act like a father towards him!"

Everything is silent for a moment.

"But I am not, and never will be, that boy's father."

"Yes you are! I thought you were the world's greatest detective! Why can't you try?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Then why are you giving him hope by adopting him?" Alfred's angry British voice vibrating off the walls.

Again, silence hands in the air.

"So my fortune wouldn't go into the wrong hands. That boy isn't my son, Alfred."

"Keep telling yourself that, Master Bruce. I can't take any more of this today. Goodnight."

I hear a door close, then a vase breaking. Soon heavy footfalls go away. I run to my room stifling sobs.

I knew Bruce didn't think of me as a son, but a ward, but hearing it out loud made me go back into reality. I don't blame him really, I have been a brat lately, but shouldn't he love me no matter what?

I guess just because he cares, doesn't mean he loves me, and I was a fool to think he did in the first place.

After all of this, I feel like exploding. My friends hating me, Barbara being mad at me, Bruce, everyone trying to kill me. I couldn't take it. I lie down before glancing at my counter, contemplating.


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