Short small installments, I would say I do this so you can read and get it over with, but really it's because I'm lazy :(. Would any of you be interested in a Nyan Cat fanfiction? If so, what category would I put it under. BTW Nyan cat is why lest chapter wasn't as long as I wanted it to be.
Despite entering her bedroom via the window, Dad still caught her on her way to the bathroom. Damn the natural courses of nature.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" Jim Gordon held the home-phone in his hand, Barbara thought a moment. Then remembered, the school sent an automated message every time a student had an unexcused absence.
"I was late to class; Mr. Hemway must have not remembered to up-date the roll. Remind me when I leave tomorrow to clear that with him." She tried to continue on her way, but her father leaned to block her escape.
"Fine, Chuck Norris needed back-up, Batman was unavailable to he contacted me instead."
"Barbara, you might to realized it, but I do have half a brain. I can TELL when someone is lying to me." Barbara assumed he was referring to her earlier statement, not the later one, though Chuck Norris calling out to her was TOTALLY likely if not inevitable. Commissioner Gordon continued, "You need to realize that these everyday decisions will dramatically affect your future." Oh god he was talking about career paths and responsibilities again, c'mon Babs pull through just tune out until you hear the word "punishment." Dick caused so much trouble; Barbara tried to think of the least conspicuous way to cause him pain. MMmmmm bricks. "So as punishment, you're grounded from any form of entertainment or controllable joy until you've made up your truancy and have shown signs of TRUE humility. I'm putting a lock on your phone, the only ones you can contact is the police, me, and of course 911." Whatever, Glee was all trash anyway.
"Fine!" Barbara stormed down the hall and slammed the bathroom door. She locked the door and felt like crying, but her mind was otherwise occupied when she turned around.
"Holy Crap! You know I'm hear because I have to pee, you should snea-"a hand over her mouth silenced her, Barbara pulled it away and continued on in a hushed whisper. "How did you get in hear anyway? There aren't even any windows!" Batman didn't answer her question, instead he introduced his OWN concerns.
"Have you seen Dick?"
"No, not since he dropped me off I skip-"
"You skipped last period I know that."
"Stalker."
"Dick was most likely kidnapped shortly after school this afternoon."
"Shocker." Barbara rolled her eyes.
"There was no ransom note."
"Shocker." Barbara repeated, this time it wasn't sarcastic. "He's in actual danger this time? What's the deal?"
"The last time you made contact with him was the only information I need, you're absence would at least explain the possible window of the kidnapping."
"Oh, so you're blaming ME for this!"
"I never said that, thank you for you're time." The bats placed his ear on the door then opened it almost closing it fully behind him. As soon as he left Barbara yanked open the door to find an almost empty hall way save for the commissioner's turned back, he was writing something in a notebook. A faint breeze chilling her toes gave Bruce's escape route away. It was pushing out from the bottom-space of her bedroom door. She had left her window open, so Bruce had simply used the available space. When had he arrived? After or before her? Barbara pulled her window closed with a click, her skin prickled. Was it the wind or the eerie news that it brought that scarred her?
"Isn't this normally a thing the POLICE would handle?" Superboy complained. Are you laughing?" He questioned, addressing Wally.
"You should take all missions seriously, especially those concerning youth." Aqualad said in a serious tone.
"Dick Grayson was abducted from the Gotham academy sometime this afternoon. We've located him in a facility on the east coast. As most of you well know, his adoptive father Bruce Wayne is a wealthy and influential person; it's likely that this is aimed at HIM rather than the boy himself. You must be careful not to upset the abductors; the boy's life is at risk. Great, now we're doing personal favors for Bruce Wayne, it's not like this hasn't happened before. Wally thought, annoyed.
You can pull through this Dick, just tune out on until you hear the words "Camera" and "Newspaper". Thinking is annoying when you have a headache. His vision was still a bit wobbly, but other than that he was just fine. This would have been terrifying when he was eight or nine, but buy now being kidnapped was on his daily planner. Dick kept his hand closed around the homing beacon he had activated; it had been hidden as a button on his shirt. He needed to get rid of it fast. Were there cameras watching? Would they know if he kicked it across the room? A man whose breath smelled like a mixture of beer and tobacco came right into Dick's face. Time to discuss ransom. Dick thought.
"Looks like he's awake. Sit tight son, you'll be out of our hair in a few moments." That wasn't right, unless they drugged him more than once, Dick didn't film any form of ransom video. Bruce would have requested proof of their possession of Dick. Unless, ah crap. Well, time to whine like a spoiled rich kid.
"No wait please sir, I'll do any-" They didn't hesitate to gag him.
"Now now boy, you have a LONG trip ahead-ya. Sit still and be sweet, you have a ship to catch."
"Mmmmffff!" This wasn't fun anymore. The man tied a blind fold around his eyes. Dick relied on his ears now. The man walked over somewhere behind Dick, a cocked a gun. Dick tensed, but the man passed him a shot the door. Several clicks sounded, probably locks. The room had been dark, and his vision weary. Dick had seen little, but he knew his room was big, about the size of his room in Wayne manor. It wasn't a rectangle either, it was like a square glued to a rectangle. He saw a few doors, but since he had heard nor seen anyone pay heed to them they were most likely closets. Long trip. They were sending him somewhere? It would explain the lack of ransom. He was going over seas apparently, not good. The transmitter defiantly didn't have THAT kind of range. Not that he had it anymore, he had already stashed it.
The bio-ship drifted above Bludhaven international harbor. Apparently Dick Grayson carried some-sort of emergency alert device. Situations like this weren't uncommon for the Wayne's, providing aide to warring countries always came with a price. Bruce Wayne had a habit of pissing powerful people off.
"Locating exact location of target, please stand by." M'gann said sweetly. The ships computer concentrated. A annoyed feeling pulsed through M'gann's mind, it came from the ship. "The beacon has been disabled."
So your opinion, would you rather have me update once in a while and post something LONG, or do you like more frequent updates with short chapters? Also how do you feel about a Nyan-cat comic, and a gargoyles fanfiction revolving around Puck and his new apprentice? No, I haven't read the comics.