Oki-doki. Sorry that this has come so late. I left for four days. But it's here now and I hope you like it!


Part 8

At dinner it has always been quiet. Father doesn't ever say anything, so why should I? But obviously he felt the need because he asked me if there was something going on.

'You think?' I'm tempted to ask, but it's not like he knows what happened. It's not like he saw his 'son' murder someone last night. No. He had to be taking care of business with Cat Woman.

Should I tell him? I mean, that way Grayson would get the talk of his life by the man he thought of as his father. But then Father would probably ban me from going with him.

No. Not going is not an option. If Father wants to know what's going on, then he can figure it out by himself. I'm not going to do the dirty work for him.

"Nothing. But I was wondering," I bit my lip. How humiliating to be asking for anything. "If I could zeta (1) to Blüdhaven tomorrow."

Father blinks. And then blinks again. What? What did I do wrong? I hear other children asking their parents for things all the time, just like that. What did I do that was different?

"Why?"

Why? Tt. Stupid, Wayne, stupid. Why didn't you prepare yourself for this? "Well, I - We, haven't seen Grayson in awhile." This is terrible! But Father seems to buy it, as he allows a small smile to flicker upon his face.

"Alright. When?" Typical. Keeping it as simple as possible.

"I just said it. Tomorrow," I have to resist rolling my eyes.

Father's eyebrow rose, and he came back with, "You know I meant what time."

"Really? Because you could have meant several other things. Probably two in the afternoon. I won't be staying long. I just want to make sure he isn't dying over there. He hasn't answered any of my letters," I lower my voice to a whisper at that last sentence. When I say I learn from the best, I don't always mean Father. Often, I have been grateful to Grayson for teaching me better in the ways of getting what you want from Father.

Don't you dare tell anyone. Again, anyone who does say it shall have a long, slow, painful death worthy of Grandfather.

"Do you want to go alone?" His voice carries an undertone of understanding. I almost feel guilty about leading him on.

I said almost.

"Yes."

"Well alright then. Just make sure to tell us before you leave, and make sure you get back before eleven," Patrol, he means.

I have to fight very hard to resist smirking in triumph.

Oh, it is just too easy to get my way sometimes.


Alright, so this went smoother than I had been expecting. I'm really sorry about how I wrote Bats. For one, it's nearly impossible to imagine him in this sort of situation, and two, I personally didn't even like the fact that they brought him back. He should have stayed dead. Sorry to anyone who thought differently.

1. Like I said before, I didn't read any of the comics. I don't know if they had zeta-beams. Sorry if this is incorrect. Please inform me if it is.