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Alrighty. Now. Sorry if this isn't as long as you had hoped, but if you're smart, you might begin to get a clue about Andie. First things first though, I must thank Bryan, so: THANK YOU BRYAN! Next, I must thank my reviewers, so: THANK YOU ALL MY LOYAL FANS! Now, that's it. Read on and enjoy! And review!





Chapter 8



Terry blinked, looking over the cat. "No way! This is from an advanced class. Advanced AI, I think. Max is in it."

"Then only someone who was in it would be able to program it." Bruce had a weird way of asking questions with statements.

"Not entirely. Max told me that they had barely begun in that class, but..." Terry's eyes widened with a sudden realization.

"But what, McGinnis?"

"Andie programmed the bot right away, and got it walking and purring and everything. She deleted the program before Max could take a look." Terry met Bruce's glance and instantly thought the same thing.

"How does she know, McGinnis?"

"I don't know?! She called me 'Terry' when I was fighting, but I acted like I didn't know the guy!"

"She must've saw right through it."

"Dammit. I hate to think something bad is going to happen because of me."

"McGinnis, now's not the time to-"

Bruce's last statement was cut off as Ace suddenly sped back into the house, following a loud, annoying beeping that had started going on. Terry began to feel even worse.

"Someone's trying to get into the Batcave!" Bruce yelled. "Go find out who."

Terry sighed while pulling the hood of the suit back down and running into the house. He followed almost directly on Ace's heels, racing towards the clock. He ran about three more steps before the alarm finally stopped. "What the-? It stopped?"



***Andie! It's your turn again! WAKE UP, DUMMY!***



"WOOOOOO HOOOO!" I shouted, glad the door worked. Apparently a few of the occupants of the cave weren't to happy with my shout. They flew from their hanging places and screeched as they searched for an opening. The cave wall was working fine, since it hadn't slid down yet.

I smiled, facing forward yet again as I skidded to a halt inside the Batcave. I slid sideways, instead of using the brakes, to come to a halt. It was more fun than the regular way of stopping. And, I wasn't in a regular place, so it didn't require regular stopping.

I slipped off my helmet to see better, since the visor was darkened for use in the sun. Not that it was exactly sunny durning the night, but I still wore it down anyway. It was cool. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I decided it best to take a look around. And I did. In complete awe. I couldn't believe it!

"This is the Batcave?!" My jaw dropped, along with my helmet. The small crash shook me a bit, and I bent over to pick it up, setting it neatly on my bike before making my way over to the large console.

Just the sight of the computer made me drool. It was awesome. I didn't even know how much more advanced it was, but it sure was a hell of a lot more advanced than anything I'd find, unless, of course, I were to build it myself. "I bet this gets a crazy internet connection!"

I looked at the chair in front of it. Bruce's chair. My smile widened. This was AWESOME! Everything I had ever dreamed of was now here, in front of my eyes! My favorite cartoon, come to life! I almost felt like a kid again. I even dared to- plop down on the chair.

Right. Now time for work. I told myself, concentrating on the console. I clicked a few keys, bringing up a random file or two to begin my search. It was amazing! Everything came up as soon as it was typed in, and not only that, but it got just the right files! I quickly typed in Tabby's name, and got about a million descriptions. Last name would make a more specific search, except...AH! I don't have a last name! Oookay. Skip that plan. Guess it wasn't exactly going to go my way. I thought of something else I could put, when it came to me! I just typed in, "No last name available."

"Yes!" I whispered to myself happily. It narrowed my files down to twelve. Going from over five hundred to twelve was a major bonus. I decided I'd print them all, and then get the hell outta there so I wouldn't get caught. I could always pull another stupid stunt and go sight seeing again when I wanted.

I searched for the print button, standing up so I could look at the console better. Man, if there is nothing more confusing than finding a print button, I wouldn't even begin to doubt it. Taking a step back to examine the keyboard better, I bumped into the chair. This wasn't good, because it caused me to get off balance. I swayed nervously, before pushing my weight forward to even out and balance again. That didn't exactly work according to plan either.

Instead of getting of balance again, I landed on the console's controls. My eyes went wide as at first, a loud beep was made, and then I covered my ears as an annoying screeching noise emitted from it. "Shit!" I muttered. I must have slipped and hit something wrong. Well, der, Andie. You're not exactly coordinated.

My first instinct was to run, but my second one seemed even better. Turn the damned thing off and get your papers! "Right!" I said aloud, mainly just agreeing with myself.

Turning off the alrm required a code, and I didn't exactly have the time to guess over four bazillion different codes. Plus, I didn't really have a computer that would be able to help me guess the codes, and narrow down my time to about thirty seconds. Or so, I thought.

My alter instincts had suddenly taken over, quickly unstrapping my watch from my wrist. I pulled a few wires out that had been hidden in the strap that held my watch on. Quickly wiring them into the computer, I pressed a few buttons on the face of the watch, and within in seconds, a small humming noise came from the watch before the alarm stopped.

I blinked as the "real" me began to take over again. "Now, that was weird..." I shook my head, as if I were in a trance, and finally pressed the print button, which I had somehow located quite easily after all the havoc. I sat in the chair, leaning back, and peaking my fingers in front of my face. I found it funny to be immitating Bruce at the point and time. I'd be out of there in seconds, as soon as the last six pages printed. Or so I thought.



***Whee! This is fun! I like POV changes, don't you?***



So maybe it was only a trick. Or maybe Bruce was just testing him again. Or maybe, just maybe, it was nothing at all, just a slight malfunction. Then again, Bruce could be right, and someone could be in the Batcave. The only thing that came to mind was: Who? and How?

Terry continued cautiously down the staircase, ready for anything, but hoping for nothing. He didn't really feel like taking on a whole bunch of people right now. Or even one person. Tabby had been enough for him. Her "suit" (If you could call it that. In Terry's mind it didn't seem thick enough and it didn't move in the right way.) was much stronger than his, and it wasn't very fun to fight her.

Yet he knew he should proctect his secret. If anything got out, he could instanly be found, or his family killed. Or one of his close friends. He thought of Max and Dana, deciding that kicking whoever's ass was down there would be the right thing to do.

Nothing looked unharmed in the cave. Nothing out of the ordinary. He scanned around the room, when something on the computer page caught his eye. "Printing page 14 of 19." Terry knew something was up then, because he didn't recall anyone printing anything. He looked to the chair, though the back of it was too tall for him to see anyone. Yet when he looked to the floor, he could see the legs dangling off the edge of the seat. Almost like a kid.

Why would a kid break into the Batcave? Terry thought. He quickly dismissed the idea for he found it to bepossible foa kid to do so. Slowly, he crept over to the chair. Gently placing his hand on the back, he spun the chair around...



***Beef. It's Andie's turn. Don't worry... I know these Charrie switches are annoying, but ya love me anyway, right?***



"Hey! I was just about to play solitaire!" I growled, knowing it was Terry. In the Batsuit. Could he have been any louder coming down the stairs?!

He looked suprized to see me, even through the suit. Hmm. I could only wonder why. He seemed confused at first. I figured he didn't know which twin it was.

"Don't worry, I'm not evil! I'm-"

"Andie. Yes. I know. You and your sister's personalities are quite different."

I blinked. Okay, so he was smarter than he looked. Well, I sure hoped so, seeing as he was Batman. My role model had to be smarter than me...

Oi, wait. That wasn't possible in this... uh... well, I didn't know whether or not it was an episode, book, movie, fanfic, or what. So, it wasn't possible in this world. I tried picturing Terry programming a robot like my cat yet screwing up majorly and having it end in him throwing the bot across the room. I giggled. He gave me a crazy look again.

"Ya know, you can take off that damned mask already, Terry. Don't think I don't know who you are..."

Terry was about to protest, but someone in the shadows spoke instead. "Just listen to her, McGinnis. She seems to know a lot."

"Brucie! Can I call you Brucie? Or just Bruce... Or Mr. Wayne? Nah... too formal. I like Brucie. And I can't forget Ace! Hehe. Terry... called him Scooby. Hehe." I giggled again, after jumping out of my chair and walking towards Ace. He growled at me. I watched him cautiously and bit my lip.

Bruce and Terry exchanged glances, and watched me, amazed. Finally, Brucie broke the silence. "I believe this belongs to you?" In his outstretched hand was the cat I programmed.

My tone of voice suddenly switch from giddy to serious. I pondered at how weird I was acting, but hey! It sure as hell was fun! "Oh, look! You brought back Tabby!" I took the cat from his hands and gave it a tight hug.

I suddenly halted all actions of mine, opening on eye seeng as it had ben closed, and lookd yet again at Bruce and Terry, who were back to giving me that wierd look like was somewhat insane. I cleared my throat and set the cat down. Standing straighht again, I watched Bruce and Terry, waiting for their response.

They seemed too puzzled at first to answer. Well, at least Terry did. Bruce's face stayed emotionless, not even giving me the slightest hint what he was thinking. In fact, he looked a teensy bit mad. I sighed, and began t apy foot impatiently. This was getting boring fast. I had places to go and people to meet! I couldn't be there all night!

"What were you doing down here?"

"Oh! Well, you see, I was gonna play solitaire while waiting for my file to print because it was getting boring waiting for all those pages to print. But Terry came up behind me and he ruined it!" I grumbled and crossed my arms over my chest.

Terry looked at me, eyes wide with amazement. He still had the stupid mask on. Oh well. I figured he probably liked it. Bruce still looked the same. Then again, when didn't he?

"How did you get in?" Bruce asked rather sternly.

I blinked, screwing up my face a bit so it looked like I was thinking hard. "Well, I used the old enterance, that has the cave door in it... Yeah." I looked down the way I came, seeing a small light at the end of the tunnel. Literally. Ooops. I guess it didn't close all the way.

"Old enterance?" Terry blinked and looked at me in the same weird way he had been the whole night. Only thing was, this time it was slightly more intense.

"Well, duh! The Batmobile had to get out somehow! It didn't originally fly, ya know!"

This time a look of shock appeared not only on Terry's, but now Bruce's. I sighed, looking up at the cave wall. "Okay, fine. I guess I'll just hafta show ya." I gestured while I spoke. I watched them while adding a hint of annoyance to my facial expressions.

"See, it was down here where I came in!" I yelled while running towards the cave exit/enterance. I glanced over my shoulder while running to see if they were paying close attention.

Something else caught my eye instead. Terry's eyes were set on me, and suddenly he released something. I knew all too suddenly that I had seen these in MANY cartoons. It was a bolo!

"HEY!" I shouted and ducked, seeing as it was aimed for my upper torso. I shot a hand into the air, catching the bolo, and glaring at Batman. "That was mean!" I looked down at the bolo, and decided he might like it back. I threw it back to him.

I watched as it reached him in a split second, only, he didn't catch it. Instead, seeing as my aim was slightly off, it caught around his knees and tightened. I bit my lip and cringed as he stumbled and fell to the ground. Oops. That wasn't what I intended. "Sorry!" I yelled while beginning to run back over to them. I stopped, looking at my cycle, wondering then why Terry threw the bolo in the first place. He didn't think I was trying to escape, did he? I mean, I had already passed up my mode of transportation...

Deciding that he probably couldn't have seen where I was very well, I started back towards him, skidding to a halt in front of him. Terry didn't exactly look pleased to see me, and when he finally got the bolo off, he lunged.

"Eep!" I jumped, and ran behind Bruce, shaking a bit. I peeked out from behind Bruce, to see Terry still looking angry, but now even more confused.

Terry glared at me, and then Bruce, before he growled. "All right! There is something wrong with her! She's not like this at school!"

Bruce, eyeing both me and Terry suspiciously, finally turned to me and spoke. "Why did you come here if you wanted to play solitaire?"

I brightened up instantly. "Oh! I didn't want to play solitaire! I was printing a file that I couldn't get on my computer, and I knew the bat computer could."

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!!" Terry shouted suddenly. I jumped at it, startled. I don't like being yelled at.

"Well, uh..." I bit my lip. Again. I culdn't exactly tell them flat out they were a cartoon. That wouldn't work out. I decided to blame it on a project I had been doing. "Well, you see, I had started a project a while back about Batman, because I was interested in it. So, I decided to study it, and I did, and I soon figured out a lot. I mean, any idiot could sooner or later put two and two together." Bruce seemed slightly offened at that, so I made a quick cover-up. "Well, I mean, it was hard to find out unless you have the right equipment, because of all the computer and security locks, but fortunately for me and you, I'm the only one capable of it, well, other than Tabby."

Bruce blinked. Terry blinked. I blinked, and waited for someone to say something. Finally, Bruce did, and he was a little calmer about it than Terry. "What did you need to look up." It was more of a statement then a question, and I figured how Bruce like it was.

"Well, my sister, Tabby, has been acting weird lately, and I can't help but wonder why. I know she never acted like it before. Well, at least, not around her boyfriend." I immediatly grew annoyed at the thought of Tabby and her stupid boyfriend. But, that was back in the real world. I sighed. "Then again, Tabby could have been bopped on the head one to many times when helping out the stupid T's so they could 'destroy' you."

Terry suddenly look very alert. I thought back on what I had said and realized why before he spoke. "Your sister is helping the T's get me?! It all makes sense now. It seems like she'd be the only one to give them that... whatever it was that they used."

"You mean PMS."

"What?!" Terry raised an eyebrow, looking a little weirded out. Bruce gave me a kinda side-glance.

"PMS. Power Modulating System. It's actually run on a frequency that can be avoidable. Of course, the T's call it 'The Remote,' and seeing as they only have the IQ of a banana, they hired my sister to make it in a payment to 'protect' her from whoever the hell may be after us. Though, I doubt anyone would be, other than enemies of my parents. If they even dared to come after us." I snorted at the thought. "Stupid losers. I'd like to see hem take me on once I've rebuilt half of my supplies."

Terry still looked suprised, but now Bruce looked interested. He decided to dig further. "If it is set on a frequency that is avoidable, then how do we avoid it?"

It took me a moment two think about that. I would have taken a shorter ammount of time, had I not been trying to stifle a laugh from Terry's now extremely confused face. It was so easy to tell his expressions with the mask still on. "Well, it would just require a little bit of modifying your suit. Mainly just a simple tune up or to that wouldn't allow any foreign frequencies in until it cracked the code, but have the code set up to constantly be changing and only accessable from the Batcomputer."

"Show me."

"Well, I'd need the suit. Your minion seem's to still be wearing it, like an idiot. Not like he doesn't need to prove he's not Terry anymore. He's already acted it." I smirked slightly, watching Terry. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to react because Bruce told him to get the suit off.

Bruce seemed rather interested in what I had to say, and no longer angered at the fact I was there. Maybe interest in what I knew was taking over, and he had forgotten about it. I shrugged, looking around and rocking back and forth on my feet while waiting for Terry to return. Bruce wasn't exactly a man of words, so it was slightly boring.

I glanced over to the computer while waiting, seeing that my pages had been finished for quite some time. Walking over to the console, I bent over and picked them up, flipping through the files. A few had pictures, and a few didn't. None of the pictures were of Tabby, so I automatically put those on the bottom.

Annoyed footsteps were approaching and I heard the slam of the suit on the work table. Turning around, I saw Terry standing by the table, arms crossed over his chest, and a pure annoyed look set on his face. I grimaced, thinking it was all my fault he was pissed, but remember it was the way he chose to react, not the way that I said things.

"Well..." I broke the silence. "Let's, uh... Get to work?"

Bruce was already set to looking at the suit under a microscope type object. Terry just glared at me, annoyed. I walked over to the table, searching over the suit with bare eyesight first. I noticed small rips in the neck, and looked to Terry. Thin red lines were there, looking almost as if they had bled a little. So Tabby had hurt him. Slightly.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small monocle, one that I had specially made for electronics. The suit before my eyes became a mass of tangled wires. Bruce looked up from his working position on fixing the ripped neck to watch me.

I quickly located the main system of the suit, and worked on programming it. The suit was built differently from the one I had made, so modifications had to be made. Within seconds, I had crossed a few wires and whatnot to serve the purpose I needed. Simple.

"Alright. You're set to go." I confirmed. Bruce seemed suprised, but not Terry.

"So, now you act normal." He muttered.

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow, watching him.

"Now you're being the genius you're supposed to be."

"And that means...?"

"Nothing. Just... Nevermind."

"Right. Terry, I think you're whacked."

This seemed to confuse him, and he muttered something that I barely made out as, "Stupid wanna be."

"Wanna be? Hmph. Excuse me if I ever did want your profession."

Terry's attention once more snapped towards me, and he seemed amazed that I had heard. His expresion stiffened again as he retorted, "Well, you sure seemed willing to fight when that Remote was used on me."

"You needed help! That's the only reason!"

"Right. I heard what you said in the apartment."

"Heard what I said? I think you're insane."

Terry smirked, preparing to mimic me. "The one who we absolutely adore..."

I paled. "Shut up." I growled.

"Oh! Look who's mad now."

I glared, but decided it would best if I didn't let it get to me. Turning away, I strode towards my cycle, deciding I should just leave. Terry laughed as I walked away, and I growled yet again. "Stupid flying rodent. You should be grounded. Literally."

This seemed to offend both Bruce and Terry. Either that, or someone wanted to keep me here. The low rumble and loud KA-THUNK couldn't have been from anything other than the enterance I needed. I gulped, and turned around yet again.

Bruce was standing by the computer, his hand hovering above the button that closed the door. Okay, so Bruce fixed the door. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

Terry didn't seem to pleased, but he didn't say anything, and I glanced at Bruce. Maybe the cartoon wasn't as fun as I wished. He seemed more stern than ever.

"Uh... Bruce. Can you please open the door again?" I asked. I just got a stare as a reply. I sighed. "Alright. Fine. I know the drill. You can leave me here and make me stay so your secret is safe. Well, guess what. I'm not gonna deal with that. I wanna go home. I've got what I need. That's it."

To my suprise, I had been watching Bruce so intently that I hadn't noticed when Terry slipped behind me. I jumped as his voice rang in my ears. "Well, like you said. You know the drill, so we're keeping you here anyway."

It was then I felt the steel tip of a tranquilizer hit my shoulder, and heard the click of it being injected into my system.





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