*Retard meaning slow. I'm not using it to offend anyone I'm using it for the meaning of slow.
Surprise, Surprise
Days, weeks pasted by without a care in the world; slipping right out of our fingertips. Batman and everyone still didn't know my real code name and my identity…I left Batman tons of clues and riddles I'm hypothesizing that he is collecting, at a *retard pace solving them and then, putting the pieces together as they slowly collect on his desk.
Today was my twelfth birthday and surprise, surprise I was cramping up till the afternoon then, I noted the new discovery of every ladies curse if you don't know, then you're out of luck. When, I got home I changed and cleaned up for something for my birthday I decided to go with it this year I wasn't getting any younger and next year I'm going to be a teenager so, as long as I can live and breathe O2 I might as well enjoy it.
Huffing out a sigh my eyes dart to gaze at Robyn as I take the steps toward the stairs and I heard the muffling before I could twist the handle.
"So, for your birthday wish are you going to wish that Tim was yours…?" My body twists quickly that I thought I was going to lose my balance as I gawk at her. In turn she giggles at my reaction and I lean up on the door my scapulas pressed up against along with me head and that my spine doesn't even touch the door I cross my arms in annoyance and coolly replied,
"No." I pause and continued, "Of course not his not my type…and anyway…that's not what I would waste it on it only comes once a year. I wish is granted by shooting stars and the so called birthday wish…in which you never get because I tried it before and it doesn't come true." The dull mask covering my inner secrets shows up again and my vertebrate turns my head in denial.
"Sparrow…you…have wishes and though they may not come true to you…I see they have been granted everyday…even though you don't relies it…I do." Three minutes passed by with an awkward silence, "Are you going to wish for Robin?" I flush a bloody red and she laughs almost peeing herself.
"N-n-n-no!" I sharply snap back to her face. She continues to laugh as my face cools down to the normal pale. My hand decided to get the surprise party over with and cracked the door open. And everyone was there; Dad, Alfred, Richard, Helena, Selena, Ace, and then, when I continued to look around spotting people…I spot…Tim. I gulp hard, pours start to sweat, and I felt my cheeks getting pink also hot to the touch. That was the main event was Tim there without me knowing about it.
"Happy Birthday!" They all shout to me with a pink rosy face because of humiliation of Tim being there. Robyn pushing me in I just stood there as she continued to push I am unhelpful at this point and I was pleading no as she continued on. I the birthday girl was not happy as I tried to escape and she wrestled me down I escaped and tripped her up by tying her shoelaces she cladded with the hard wood floor I flipped over her aiming for the reeling, I hop over the reeling, my body mass twists in mid-flight, like a cat feet first on the stairs and bolted her my room; slamming the door behind me, leaning up against it, sliding down till my butt hit the floor just sitting there; panting, adrenaline rushing in my veins, my heart pulsing insanely fast, and feeling like I couldn't breathe.
A knock at my wooden door repeated its self-three times then died down a voice echoed from the outside,
"Elizabeth?" Tim bravely spoke out into the thin air.
"Drake-down-here." I breathlessly rustle out of my lungs. I hear him sitting on the floor close to the door so; he could hear me as my heart leaps out for an escape pass my rib cage.
"Are you nervous?"
"No…" I lied and he asks,
"Are you scared?"
"No." I shook my head even though he couldn't see me physically do it.
"Are you…angry?"
"No…" I was just at Robyn because she probably invited him to my surprise birthday party even though it wasn't much of a surprise because I knew I was going to get one. Oddly enough I didn't enjoy any surprises…no, surprise parties, or hunted houses I don't like them. They are just melancholy to me I hate surprise party if they over the limit that's when I hate them. The idea of being spooked to death isn't my idea of fun either. Horror, blood, guts, the haunted, the living dead, it's blah…a melancholy; boring, not worth wasting your time over.
"Surprised?"
"You could say that…" rolling my eyes in annoyance.
"About what?" He wanted answers it was like playing Twenty Questions.
"Well, actually…I was surprised that you came…" pausing breathing a sigh into the door, "I wasn't expecting you here at my surprise birthday party that wasn't a real surprise to me at all…just you were surprising." Picturing him nodding his head and his oceanic eyes glazed over with sorrow; it was heart breaking. "Listen, you can stay if you want…and I will be really…I don't know…upset if you leave I guess…so…" the metacarpals and carpals with the phalanges rubbing my arms in nervousness.
"Well, of course, you're the birthday girl…and after all it is your day." Seeing him wink and smile lightly just makes me sick to my stomach but, glad that he could stay.
"Thanks…just don't smooth talk me into anything…"
"Trust me I will respect all wishes because it is your birthday…I need to give you a break once in a while…hey, can you come out of room and actually enjoy yourself and not worry about anything…" Lips danced a smile and I erased it before I opened the door. He stood there at my door with a smile and inviting pose. He opens his arms wide before I took it I pondered about this notion and the fact that I hated to be touched.
"Okay…here's what you need to know before I may take this hug…"
"Okay...? Lay it on me." His eyes question.
"I may not hug back and the fact is that I loath to be touched by anyone…so, if I pull away or start to tremble you back off."
"I promise I'm not going to force you to stay and I know you hate being touched I known you since the first grade and trust me I don't like people feeling uncomfortable in uncomfortable situations." Eyes dared questioned, and I stumbled forward into his arms and then, a second later I pushed away and he released. Humiliation made my head bent down to the floor just as I flush putting the hood over my skull. He spots my trembling meeting eye to eye. "If you want we could…link arms till we hit the stairs so, you can stop shaking like a leaf." Questioning this I thought it would be a good idea but, there would be one problem the fact that I was phobic of romance, touch, and other things that mixed with this…and I went with it…even though I felt like vomiting, clasping, dizzy, faint, out of breath, and slightly off balance we would stop once in a while then, continue down the long hallway. Finally, reaching the stairs he started to go down and winked at me…I smiled lightly for a thanks and he continued down the winding stair case. I waited five minutes and went down the stairs gracefully; getting my stomach back intact.
"Sparrow!" Robyn was in awe and so wasn't everyone else. I pondered what he promised to do and even if he didn't…it seemed to work. I continue down the stairs hitting the last one she bolted into me and hugged me to death I shoved away and she release lifting her hands like she was getting arrested for a crime. It was an awkward silence airing the room I broke the iceberg.
"Who wants some cake?" Everyone entered into the kitchen as me and Robyn raced into the kitchen with lightning speed meaning faster than the speed of light. Alfred had the numerical twelve on my cake he lit the cake and turned off the lights everyone sang Happy Birthday and Tim said,
"Make a wish." Smiling at me I flushed in the candle light catching his eye I spot Robyn putting out a heart made with her hands I roll my eyes in disgust; I wish at Batman accepts me in and that I get justice for the murder of my adopted parents Scott and Amy, and blew out my candle with one clean shot. The flame's flickering was gone in that millisecond granting my wish, that one wish the one I will cherish forever, the one I wanted most. That's all I ever wanted. Justice. The fact is that Tim was there made me feel uncomfortable and yet, my heart longs for him even though my head thinks his annoying in utter disbelief, seriously loathes him with a burning passion. I still can't believe she invited him and…why did Dad bring her I barely know her…they keep whispering about something it's bugging the living hell out me! My cake had a very girly frosting but, had chocolate and red velvet inside. Alfred winks at me I grant a smile back.
"Oh, so you can smile freely and not yourself to, interesting." Tim yanked my chain, I wanly bit back,
"Yeah, that depends if you don't annoy me all the time or not." He backed off. I didn't yell or threatening jester either I just plainly stated the truth. Richard came over with his present for me with an aqua ribbon wrapping around the sea green wrapping paper.
"Here, Lizzy it's from me." I say a thank you before, I unwrapped it gently sighting out the drawing implements; the basics like a sketch book, value pencils, sharpener, and an eraser. He came back over and I hugged my favorite sibling back. Next, it was Robyn bouncing up and down with excitement that she couldn't hold still. Handing me a tiny white bag and no this wasn't eggshell this was the real deal, white. I pulled the bright red tissue paper back unveiling a box inside that was a charm bracelet with charms already linked on. I gifted her back with a hug and whispered thanks in her ear.
Alfred was next I was awestruck and secretly a little irked at him for getting me a gift. He figured out that I was a numismatist; meaning a person who studies or collects coins. He got me some from Britain I said a thanks aloud because he was in the kitchen doing something he peeks out and replied with 'not a pr'oblem at all' in his accent. I flush lightly pondering, he didn't have to and he didn't need to after all he does everything else around here it's madding…and why does that lady keep staring at me like that! It's really annoying me! Helena gifted me something I wasn't sure to trust her or not and I give her a glare of disgust,
"Elizabeth, what I got you isn't going to kill you…" she rolls her eyes, "it's your birthday I can't be a bitch on your day, even though I wish you were never born." She grinds her teeth to together and in a Mean Girl way bitterly slapped my face with her unearthly, dislikable tone that hurt my ears for some odd reason. My eyes skittered a little in warning and my ears felt like bending back in an irksome point back. The esophagus had that cat-like grille in the back trembling nastily.
"Helena!" Dad snapped at my sister to tell to knock it off before something the misfortune of bad serendipity came clawing at her perfect face. I loathe her SO much-I-I just w-anna! Then, I snapped I pounce on her my fist fly to her pretty Shirley Temple face and threw her across the room with no remorse what so ever. Bolting to her smashed body bombing another attack she stood up and threw a couple punches dodging them I back flipped once and took a stance. Perfectly squared up she charges me I flip over her and low kicked her ankles making her crash to the Earth once more. She gets up again trying to punch me again I'm dancing while dodging her blows; pin pointing a weak spot my right hook hits the target with force and she is down.
"Three, two, one…you're out." Whispering in her ear, panting with her blood on my clothes and hands, turning to my father, brother, my best friend, an annoying guy, a butler clueless out of his mind and that lady who still has her eye on me like a prize; their mouths in awe, spotting fear in some of them, and that lady grinning while whispering something in Dad's ear with a care. Opening my gift from the witch it was a steak knife with a note that said,
"Going kill yourself!" The knife flies across the room crash landing into drywall with the note stabbed into it. Dad and that lady were surprised because it flew right in between their heads.
"When, she wakes up…" I look at her disgusting body, "tell her I don't fucking like her and that was a warning not to mess with me, ever, again or she this is the reward she gets when she does every-single-time." Eyes sift over to Tim it looked like he was frozen solid. "Just be glad it wasn't you Drake…" they sift again over to my father, "I'm going to clean up someone get her to her room and lock the door I don't feel like dealing with her today." Heading to my bathroom up stairs washing up Robyn knocks on the door, "Come in." Lips broke the silent washing.
"Sparrow, are you okay?"
"Yeah…actually I'm, why?"
"Because, you beat the life out of Helena."
"Yeah, your point is…"
"My point is…why you did you do it!"
"Helena was a bitch to me since day one and she gave me a steak knife and literally said commit suicide. That was a threat and I'm not going to be bitched on my birthday by her, she is horrible to me and personally I don't care if she dies right now because I loathe her that much." I flash a sarcastic smile and frown again in seriousness with washing my bloody hands. "I tried to be…oh what's the word," pausing for a minute to think of the word I was sighting out mentally, "oh yeah, cordial with her and I had enough of her non-sense."
"Huh? Cordial?" Her eyes signal a demoralize warning flagging me to define it for her.
"Yeah…nice." Light pink lips answer back bucolically with no loathsomeness.
"Thank you, dictionary." I chuckle and smile to myself she spots my attention in the reflecting object into my silvery-blue eyes swatting the tap water at me enthusiastically without a care.
"Hey!" I giggled back and slashed some water on her she started the water fight in my bathroom, in my bathroom! Giggling we continue the battle of slashes and laughing so loud that anyone who walked back thought we were crazy. Someone knocks but, we didn't hearken the belaying call from the door. The door creeks open at its own will and standing in the doorway was Tim.
"What are you two doing!" That echoes through the walls bouncing around hitting my eardrums. I flush beat red and Robyn spun around saying plainly,
"I was cheering her up." She grants him a smile while I slant my gaze bitterly,
"Why are you in my room?" bitterly contributing in the conversation.
"I heard giggling, loud, giggling." He replies back calmly.
"Get out of my room, now." I warn him in a dark, sinful tone and he leaves.
"That was harsh, Sparrow, even you know that."
"Well, as they say curiosity killed the cat." Are gazes met and she is very disappointed in me I turn away pondering about my reaction and thinking it was wrong but, was going to keep that a secret.
We walked down the winding staircase with me under control and more…calmer, more collective than I was the first time. Before I did anything else I pulled Tim into the kitchen when everyone was distracted.
"Your overly moody today you know that."
"I know, I-I-I'm s-sorry about yelling at you, but you can't just come in a girl's room like that it's against the laws of nature." Flushing a shade of pink on my cheeks he chuckles softly.
"I get it…yeah sorry about that." rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Thanks," Smiling lightly at him and continuing it with a cheesy line, "do you want another slice of cake there's still enough for a third world country." He laughed quietly and responded with,
"Sure."
"Chocolate or Velvet?" As I cut with the turn over spatula and he response to my question,
"Chocolate if you don't mind."
"Not at all." The turn over got in between the dish and the chocolate cake hands searching for a paper plate and a plastic fork leveling out the plate just right and flipped on to the weak plate balancing it back again the cake landing on my hand on the plate was a good thing so, it was quicker to balance it back out again flashing a small smile to him giving him the cake, "One, slice of chocolate."
"Thank you, mam." We both chuckled and I served myself velvet. As I grabbed a plastic cup I flipped it for no reason what so ever but, normally I don't use my old bar tricks like I used to, but then it stopped quickly afterward when I poured Mountain Dew into my cup. "When, did you learn that?"
"Oh, the trick with the cup?"
"Yeah."
"Well, let's just say I get bored and learn new skills I need to entertain myself." My dull expression devours me his eyes try to unlock me again to the first door of me again but, I sip my cup of Dew and turn away. Hiding isn't my best choice with people but, I'm just not trusting anyone because of my past and I don't feel comfortable during social gatherings it's not me and nor did I ever like them before the experiences. I act my school-self locked up and no can get in to my mind. Tim still searches even when I look away from him and I bite the fork for my bite cake of velvet. The frosting was cream cheese on the red velvet and butter cream on the chocolate one word, yum!
After the party, I wait till the clock stuck eight at night then, when it became eight I snuck away while everyone else was tuck away in a peaceful snooze getting to my clock tower watching over the city as new reporters looking out for me too. I built these ear cordless buds that stick in my ears in the shape of an s both sides and they were specially designed to be a walkie-talkie, silent buds and music player. Yeah, you heard me, music player and it's playing right now wireless i-Home distance play. My mask zoomed in night vision and I spot crime swinging in gracefully and up kicked some criminals face in and fighting the two muggers getting the poor woman to the nearest police department.
Everything was slow because of the Bats so, I went home to the sleepy mansion with my new family asleep in their beds. Slipping through my window I heard Ace's collar tag jingle to spot me in uniform. I remembered that every time I came here when I napped or spent the nights he would always curl up with me I would snuggle into him and he would be my watchdog till I had woke up from my dreams that crackle through my fireplace of sweet cotton candy clouds or my bloody nightmares that haunt me at night.
"You know Ace," I said aloud into the quiet room taking off my uniform, "if you want you can be my dog," looking out of the corner of my eye smiling lightly seeing his tail wagging, "is that a yes?" slipping my pajamas turning to him patting my upper legs to come as his barked lightly and gently. "Okay, then, your my dog." knees on the floor and hugging the over protective dog, which he is a German Shepard. Heading for my bed getting under my covers and getting comfortable patting the bed for him to come on the bed he leaps on and settles down.
