It was one thing for us to have to attend charity functions with Bruce. It was a whole other thing when it coincided with my plan to investigate that clock. It had been almost 3 weeks since the incident which meant I was just taking my time with all of this. It may have taken me a while but I was finally able to regain all the mobility I had before the Joker cut my leg. Anyway, I was talking about the charity thing. So, they're having this thing about illegally immigrated children next month that we might attend, but today there's one at a ballroom in Gotham, the nice part. I'm being forced to go , which is pretty mean, I mean I'm basically crippled.
"You are not crippled, I would know based on your little stunt with the clothing rack yesterday." Bruce said, raising an eyebrow at me quickly and I shrugged my shoulders. Okay , so maybe I swung around a bit, and had some airtime but that was expected, it runs in the family. I looked at the bed and crossed my arms putting out the leg that was bandaged and frowned. turned him
"I don't want to wear a dress." I said simply, and glared at the thing. It was nice, that was what any living human being would say when they looked at it, but I hated it. Dresses were not my thing, jeans and converses were the only way. Bruce stared at me and I did the same. It went on for about 4 minutes before I sighed and decided to let him win. He had heart and dedication, can't deny it.
"Thank You, we'll leave in 30 minutes. When you get there, you'll most definitely hate it, but you may find someone who'll act somewhat decent when talking to you." He said, making me laugh at his truthful expression. There really would be no other type of person like Bruce in this world, would there? I glared at the pink, lightly sparkled dress and relunctantly put it on with some ballet slippers. After that, I wasted my 30 minutes listening to Nirvana and Green Day while brushing my hair. I raced to the limo in front of the house and got there 2 minutes before Bruce and Richard(who refused to be called anything else by people he didn't like while at the party) and the limo took off.
"You look nice, Alex." Dick said, snickering at my glare. I sighed and patted my leg, which was still covered in gauze. I wondered if I could do any running so it would bleed. Then,I wouldn't look so...unlike me. I can handle dresses, but only dresses that reflected me. Then again, wearing black to a charity fnction at 7 years old isn't a good thing. We stopped in front of the Roseland Ballroom and Bruce moved towards the door.
"There are a lot of cameras here so try your best to ignore the sounds. Just smile and walk in with me. None of them will hassle you...I hope." He said and we stepped out into the scariest thing I've ever seen. It just looked like bright light...everywhere. I held by brother's hand and we made a small smile for them until we got inside the Ballroom. It was beautiful, without a doubt. It had that subtle elegance that most places really couldn't pull off. When we came in a lot of people became quiet, their eyes trained on me and my brother. There were a lot of tables scattered around the large lobby-like room and Bruce guided us to one where only one person was seated.
"I've got to go talk to some people. If you need anything, you can go get it, but be sure to come back here. If anyone asks you to go anywhere, say that you're waiting for me, okay?" We both nod and he walks away slowly while I focus on the person on the other side of the table. He has yellow hair and a beard. He looks like he's strong but he's hiding it with a shirt a tad bit big for him.
"Hi, I'm Alexandra and this is Richard my brother...but you already knew that, right?" I said, going over to him and putting out a hand, he looked at me with his light green eyes and smiled, taking my hand. We did a small shake and my brother proceeded to do the same before we sat down.
"My name's Queen, Oliver Queen, and I probaly just sounded like James Bond. SO, how's life treating you with Wayne?" He asked passively, like he was more interested than he let on.
"Life's good, Bruce is all smiles and stuff, like lollipops and rainbows. Why you need to know?" I said, in the same tone as him and he laughed...hard.
"You're just like him. Hopefully not fully." He muttered under his breath and picked up again. "Well, they have a lot of desserts you can eat here. You should go and get some. But stay close to each other. Reporters always go after people who are alone." He says as we get up per his instructions.
"I wanted to know...Who are you?"
"A friend of Bruce, that's all.' He said, and I smiled before departing.
"Bye...Uncle Queen." Dick said, and he guided me to the table full of cookies. If I wasn't in full control of my self, there would have been saliva on the floor just inhaling from 4 feet away. We took, ate walked away minimally before repeating the cycle before I felt like going to the bathroom. I told Dick that he should go back to the table and wait for me there and walk away, looking for some hint of a place to go. There was a big spiral staircase wit some ladies coming out of a door about a foot away from it and I caught a glimpse of the inside. I closed my eyes, re imaging the scene and focused on it, seeing that it really was a bathroom. I guess my mind really could be a lifesaver when it wanted to be.
"Hey, you're one of those Grayson kids, the ones adopted by Wayne, right?" A man asked from behind me. I turned around to see some type of cliche reporter and I almost rolled my eyes.
"Don't know, I don't think they were officially adopted, maybe you should go ask Wayne.'"I said, starting on the steps before he grabbed my arm to turn me around. I tripped and hit my leg on the edge of the step before pulling back my arm.
"Don't kid with me, your faces are all over the papers. I'll never get a chance like this again, now can I ask you some questions?" He said, and I nodded, crossing my arms. If Bruce saw him grab me, the guy would be dead, no doubt. Bruce thinks we can't tell he's always in the exercise room, and if he got no strength from all those chin-ups, there's no hope for the military.
"I don't have much time so I'll just say all the questions and you'll give me the answers afterwards. First, does Bruce do anything...bad to either of you? Does he act the same way he is to us inside his house? How often do you see him? Are you planning on being more involved in the media? Lastly, do you think Bruce will change?" He says and looks at me with some weird eager expression.
"Alright, well no, no, every day at breakfast and 2 hours before dinner is when he comes home, I have no idea and if you don't think he's a good person then he'll probably change. Can I go now, I'm...looking for someone." I say, and race up the stairs, even though it really hurts my leg. I bet it's bleeding right now, and it's all that guys fault. I get into the bathroom, finally.
When I'm done, I realize why Bruce always uses the bathroom at home. It's like a madhouse in there. All those ladies getting all pretty to impress one guy, who was probably Bruce. It put me off to no end but who could blame them, when his net worth was in the billions. Then again, someone like Bruce wouldn't go for that type of person anyway, he's not that stupid. I get to the table and sit down quietly, wanting the world to go away.
"What happened to you?" Dick said, worried at my expression. I don't give much away often but he's known me since birth so I can't hide much from him.
"Stupid reporter and his stupid questions. I can seriously feel my leg bleeding right now because he wouldn't leave me alone. If I ever see him again, I'm going to find anyone in Gotham who will do an illegal castration, and this is Gotham, there has to be someone." I say and Queen starts snickering at me. It's almost annoying to the point where it feels like he acts like he already knew us. Then a guy in red hair comes up to him, all angry like somethings been messing with him for a while.
"Queen, I really don't know why you had to bring me here but I'd rather be home, alright?" He says and I nod because I would have been saying the same thing to Bruce. He looks like he's only 10 or maybe 11 which is a whole lot more than me. Then, he takes the seat next to mine and takes out some headphones.
"You mind?" He say, looking at me with a bored expression. IT's like he's asking me if I mind if he smokes around me or something, the way he lazily say that. It's rude...and I realize he's the only normal person here.
"As long as it's not pop, I'm cool." I say, and he smirk as I unmistakably hear the opening to Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" After a while, I start to sing along.
"With the lights out, It's less dangerous. Here we are now, entertain us. i feel stupid and contagious, Here we are now, entertain us." I say and the same guy looks at me like I just had kittens before he shuts the music off.
"You know Nirvana? It's like 5 years before your birth." He says and I give him a look close to the same as his.
'It's before your birth too. Nevermind came out in, what 1994. You aren't that old...I don't even know your name." I say and he makes a small laugh while Uncle Queen is just surprised that the kid can laugh. When we get home, I'm going to ask Bruce to adopt the kid.
"My name's Roy, and I already know your name, Alexandra. Eh, this place, well all these places, I just hate them so much." He says and i nod because he looked uncomfortable since I saw him. I straighten up in the chair and loosen his tie until he looks like a formal delinquent, which is pretty cool, if i may add.
"Then make your own style when you arrive. This is my first one and I just feel like strangling someone. Atleast your dad is with you." I say, and he lights up a little.
"Yeah, I mean no. Sorry, but he's my foster father. Like you guys with Bruce." He say and everything goes dark around at out table. It's like we all flipped the switch to emo and there's no way off getting it off that part before Dick speaks.
"We're lucky aren't we...to be alive. If we all seem to share this one thing in common, then we share one other. We survived...through everything. Death, loss, pain...it all strikes everyone...but we're surviving, and I think our parents would be proud of us for that." Dick says, and I give him a big hug while smiling, and it's like all the pressure goes away.
"Well then big brother, use your light ninja ways to grab as many snacks from that table in 3 minutes and we'll keep talking with this awesome people. Then, we'll talk to Bruce about stealing Roy." I say and Uncle Queen and Roy's eyebrows shoot up at the same time, it's almost adorable. Dick gets back in a record 2 minutes with a big load of sweets. He divides them among everyone as Bruce comes up to the table looking like he just went toe-to-toe with Godzilla.
"They're...evil." He says and Queen pats him on the back a few times, earning him a glare he thought we wouldn't see and an instant retraction.
"Hey Bruce, can we keep Roy?" I ask, in the middle of one of my cakes. Queen almost chokes, Roy's eyes widen and Dick just goes along, all sugar-happy.
"Ask Queen, I didn't adopt Roy. And Roy is his own person, don't talk as if he's a thing." Bruce says, giving me a sideways glance that translated to "Where are you going with this"
"Roy will say yes because when your not home it's lonely so he must be lonely too. Uncle Queen won't object because he can't say no to kids, that hurts their feelings and weakens their emotional state." I say and I welcome everyone except for Dick to look at me as if I have two heads. I like to read, my IQ will in turn be high, comprende. DO I look like I'm reading Cat In The Hat?
"If I go over to your house, will you teach me how to glare like he does? That was sort of...awesome.' he say and Dick nods forcefully.
"I know right. He never like that at home. I've already got it down for when anyone who is mean to me." He say and he imitates the glare close to perfect which is what scares everyone the most. He's a mini Bruce, lord help us.
"Alright, let's go home. I'll bring him by next week." Queen said as we all got up to go back through the media and get our respective limos so we could go home.
Dick was out for the count was he hit the seat, sleeping on Bruce's lap while I forced myself to get into the house on my own willpower. Bruce put Dick into bed and came in to check on me.
"Hey Bruce." I said sleepily, and he crouched by my bed, making a lazy smile.
"Yeah, what's on your mind?" he said.
"Puteţi de Wally vină terminat cand vorba Roy." I said and he looked as confused as ever until I realized my mistake.
"Can Wally come over when Roy comes?" I say and Bruce gives me a kiss on the forehead.
"Sure." He says before leaving the room.
"Next time you'll learn to speak when your spoken to!" He growled, pushing me into my room as I ran trying to get away from his beer drench breath.
"Rudolph stop! Please! Don't-" A sound occurred and there was no more noise until my room door crashed open and I was lifted into the air. I crashed down and struggled to move away.
Another punch came to my stomach leveling me to the ground. I hazily looked up to see my father's boot as it slams downs on my rib, definitely bruised. I hear my mother screaming in the distance and after a minute, the door slams and I'm alone again. I choked on my sobs, wishing I could go back to Uncle Barry's house for the night, or at least go to Alex and Dick's house. That place is so safe...so very warm and safe. Say goodnight Wally because you may never wake up.
I crawled out of bed at almost 10:00 in the morning and grabbed the home phone that had been placed in the living room and called Wally's house. Thank God he gave it to me before he left the last time in secret. Now,I could make sure he's free so I don't feel bad if Uncle Barry tells me he can't come.
"He- Hello." I heard and I felt my heart break from the way he said it. He sounded like Dick when we he got hit with the-
"Wally, it's me Alex. Are you okay?" A pause. A deep breath and an entire life seemed to pass by before he answered.
"I'm fine. Do you want me to come over to your house or something?" He said, and he sounded happier then ever as he said it.
"Yeah, your uncle's probably going to ask your mom if you can come. Whenever you can come, we'll be waiting." And I'll have to get Roy to figure out what's going on. He's older, he'll be able to figure out what's going on.
"Thank you so much. I-I have to go! Bye!"He says, and I hear a yell before the connections cut off.
"Bruce!" I screech and no one comes. I run in every room and see that the only ones home are Dick and Alfred. They look worried at my facial expression but I calm down and carry on with life until Bruce gets home at 6:00. We all sit at the table and I take a few glances at him while eating.
"What's wrong, Alex?" He says, and I sigh loudly, making no move to answer for a little.
"Bruce, is it bad to feel like you want to kill a person?" I ask and he drops his fork before picking it back up.
"Depends on what they did." Bruce mutters as Alfred gasps with a little pinch of sarcasm.
"Master Bruce, don't say such things to the child. Miss Alexandra, what made yo think about this?" He asks before taking my finished plate to be washed. Yeah, I eat fast too.
'I called Wally today and he sounded...off." I settled on that word before twisting my hands.
"What do you mean? How did he sound like that?" Dick asked, leaning to look at me.
"He sounded like...how you did when you got beat up." I said silently as Bruce wiped his mouth and stood from the table stiffly before leaning over and looking us dead in the eye, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.
"Can you remember anything that would suggest that this has happened before?" He asked taking out his phone.
"When he came over the last time, he blacked out while Dick went to the bathroom. I called him and he started yelling "I'm sorry" a couple of times and...for a second I thought he was crying." I said before Bruce walked away, probably talking to Uncle Barry before he dashed out of the house.
"That's your child! Your flesh and blood! How could you do that to him!" Flash yelled, throwing down Rudolph and commencing to punch him in the face multiple times before Bruce came in pulled him off, dragging him away with his hands behind his head as Rudolph staggered to a stand, blood splattered on his face.
"Don't even speak, the police are outside. We'll go check on Wally." Bruce said, still dragging Barry, bringing him up the stairs as the police proceeded to bring Rudolph outside the house and into a cop car. They stood outside Wally's door, listening to his small choking sobs. If Alex called at 10:00 and he was hurt, how many hours... Bruce thought before opening the door slightly.
"Wally, it's me Bruce. Can I come in?" He said softly,briefly noting the pause in the sound on the other side. Barry and Bruce stepped in quietly and took in a sharp gasp at the same time, seeing Wally's immobile form on the bedroom floor.
"Wally, Are you okay?" Barry asked and turned him over to lift him up and gently touched the black eye that had been placed there. No words were exchanged as he brought his nephew to the ambulance.
Bruce didn't tell us anything about what happened the day before when he left to go see Wally. We didn't ask either, knowing it wasn't or business to know. Bruce only told us that we might not see Wally for a while, depending on what the future holds. However, it was time to go through with the plan. We waited for everyone to be asleep before going to the clock and I turned the dial to the time it was at that confused me the most.
Then, the clock opened, yes I'm sure I took my medication, there is no way I could be unsure.
"SO, you want to go in first or...' Dick proposed and I stepped in, Dick coming in after me. I closed my eyes and covered my ears as we seemed to descend into the ground. When it stopped, Dick grabbed my hands and brought me into a place with a cold draft which is when I opened my eyes.
It looked like a high tech cave, which is why there were bats on the ceiling. We walked around slowly taking in the huge computer, the boxing ring, trophy cases that different villains possessions. I didn't want to say anything about what I was seeing until we heard footsteps. Dick grabbed me and we ran silently to hide behind a huge pillar.
Batman. Batman lived underneath our house, how awesome was that? Of course we couldn't tell Bruce because then Batman would get evicted or something. He looked hurt though and there was blood on his hand. Then he went to where we entered and disappeared. We waited for 5 minutes before going the same way he did and crashing into our beds. THere was no way we would be able to talk about what exactly happened that night.
Watchtower
"How is he?" Batman said gruffly, sitting by Flash, which would usually be okay except for the fact that this was the cafeteria and Batman was never in the cafeteria...EVER.
"In which way. Kid's shut down, not talking to anyone at all. They say he's got 4 bruised rib, previous breaks, bruised...everything. I don't even know what to do anymore. But when I talk about him seeing those two again, his face lights up like it's Christmas or something. I told him how they got you to figure it out and everything so that has a hand in it all." He says and Batman passes him a letter. Flash doesn't open it because he already knows what's inside. Everyone else just watches this scene evolve, not understanding anything because they aren't let in on what's going on in their lives.
"He can come by tomorrow if he wants, no problem." Batman said, exiting the cafeteria which had their eyes trained on his back as he left. Then Flash hesitantly opened the letter.
350,000 dollars.
"Wally's coming over today, and so is Roy. Don't destroy my house and Dick...take care of your sister." Bruce said and I retained a scoff, that seemed to come out involuntarily. He raised an eyebrow before departing. As he left, I took a look outside...storm clouds. Bring on the nightmares.
Me and Dick just move the couch and order 8 large pizzas as Wally come in after Roy had been here for about 20 minutes. We all talk about music after both of them get acquainted with each other. Then, as we're sit in silence to eat Wally speaks up.
"You guys, thanks so much for what you did. I...Well, you guys saved my life." He said, and is suddenly focused on the pizza. Roy raises his eyebrow slightly and I want to reach over and change his face before Wally sees it, but he does.
"My dad-a large sigh is given as he instinctively hold his stomach- used to hit me...a lot. I couldn't tell anyone or he'd...he'd kill my mom. The guys figured it out somehow and told my uncle, who got me out of there. They're switching custody to my aunt and him now."He said, and Roy's face had twisted in disgust at the mention of child abuse. Then, he patted Wally on the back softly before turning on his back.
'Sometimes, I just want to hate the world for things like this. But the more I think about it, we're going to be the best of friends, you know. We can...understand each other, I guess. On a better level then our...guardians can. How sick is that, that we all have guardians. That 3 of us have had our parents killed and you had horrible ones, minus your mom, but you've got to help her out now. I'm babbling to you all, even though you are just kids. I'm older so you are kids -he says teasing me for the scoff I made- but we're actually older than our years. We have experienced the worst of the world..as like Dick says, we survived.
"Alright, this is too depressing. What do you guys want to do when you grow up?"
"Hero."
"Hero, like Flash."
"Doctor, Lawyer, and Physicist at NASA."I am received by gaping mouths,like what, a seven year old can't dream. Then a groan deeply and stare down.
"If my brother actually became a hero or something, I'd do the same but I'd infiltrate the bad side to get better information and stuff. You know, I think me and my brother could do it. If we got the strength for it, we'd be fine." I said, crossing my arms.
"I'm good in science, better than anyone else. My uncle a forensic scientist, I think I could lead him along so I could get the formula for how Flash became Flash." Wally say and it makes sense, but I could already feel we were doing the wrong thing here, wanting to become heroes.
"I'm good with the bow, extremely good. I'll start going to some archery expos and refine my skill, make it so Green Arrow has to notice." He says in a somewhat amused tone and I think we should get some things settled.
"What about names? Mine is going to be Raven, the nickname my mom gave me." I said, and we all gave the names we thought would befit us.
"Robin."
"Kid Flash."
"I don't exactly know. Can you guys make one for me?" Roy said sheepishly and i didn't give it a thought.
"We should focus more on the hero thing. We could always make names later. So the plans solid. We should make a pact though, like, We will always stick together, no matter where this road takes us, if we quit we will come back if it is a rescue mission for another member and we will never forget the bond we are making today. Agreed?" I said, and Roy, Wally and Dick made a chorus of "Agreed" as we bumped fists. Me and Dick showed them some tricks, aeriels and such, doing things that probably didn't look humanly possible.
"You should probably add Olympic gymnast to your list of things that you can achieve at." Roy said asstonished as we stopped and ate. We laughed and talk and listened to music until Roy and Wally had to go home and we were left alone in the house. Alfred had actually went out of the country to see his great something or other, and he would be back in the early morning. So all was quiet in the dark manor until the rain started pouring heavily, making faint outlines in the world outside as I had gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to watch with rapt attention.
CRASH!
The lightning flashed easily, illuminating the scene in front of me as I stared at the grounds and screamed at the sight in front of me. I couldn't understand what exactly it was I was seeing, but I knew it was coming here. All I could see from that flash...was a dark figure.
Burglar...Kidnapper...Or I had fallen into the E.T movie, they all made no sense as I grabbed my robe and sandals to race down the stairs and go out the back door, being taken in by the harsh rains battering my face and arms...God, I could already feel a bruise on my arm. I stared at the ground, looking for some hint of a person until I saw it. THe cape with the figure of a out stretched bat carved out and I knew I was looking at Batman. I crouched down by him and tried unsuccessfully to turn him over. There was nothing I could really do except make sure he had air to breath until he stirred and started to mumble.
"Doctor...bullets..."He had said, and I looked at my hands, which had know been covered in the crimson substance.I could have shaken it off but I was just so horrified at it all it put me back in a trance.
Mom...
Why did that have to be the first person I associate with blood? I tried to pull Batman, which was really stupid in the long run, and was able to get him to the door.I tried to walk him inside, occasionally glaring up at the sky. Thunder ripped the sky subtly, nowhere near loud enough to shake things hanging on walls but still intense enough to frighten a child.I finally got him inside and turned him over, wincing as I had elicited a groan from him. As I closed the door,the rain began to beat down harder and the thunder groaned louder as it caught up with the flashes of lightning. I stared at the rushes of water and sighed. At least I could be thankful that I hadn't been caught in that.
'Alright, we have to be very quiet while I get you home, we can't get you in any trouble." I say, and he regains some type of control over himself and I'm able to help him up the stairs to the clock. I changed the hands and am able to get him down to the cave easily before he starts to cough...from what, I may never know. But there was blood, droplets left behind that I would have to clean after I had helped him. I was able to get him to the place where he most likely treats himself and got him to lay down.
"Now- I-I don't know exactly...I can't call Bruce, can I- No, I won't!" I say as he inhales sharply and I grab the large storage container for medical supplies and took out different things, a scalpel, tweezers, syrines with a type of anesthetic and a basin with a bit of water.
"So...I'm thinking you're about to fall asleep. So I'l just use this knife to cut it open and there won't be a problem..yeah." I said while he sank into unconsciousness. I cut it open and got everything except for the mask, there was no way I would want to know that.
"SO, you won't feel much after this, but I'm not giving you enough to put you out forever." I said before plunging the needle into his wrist I made a tourniquet after ripping part of his costume and placed it about the...bullet wound, I guessed, from how the size of it wasn't large. I put the scalpel and tweezers in there gently and was able to retrieve it easily, dropping it inside with a soft plunk that as inaudible to Batman. Then I stitched it and wrapped it. I wrapped his ankle, which was pretty easy to do. I checked his ribs, and stitched a small puncture wound there before looking in the mirror at myself. I looked aghast, like a ghost of myself, pale with no color. It was the blood, which was all on the front of me now, and It scared the living mess out of me. I put up my hands and
"What-"
"I'm sorry!" I said, hearing his voice from behind me and falling into a heap on the floor, trying to throw my hands up in mock surrender. I would've died right then, knowing that Batman was right in my face and knew that I knew his secret.
"I won't tell Bruce or anyone...except for my brother, because he'll know, anyway. I can't- I don't want to go anywhere. Of course I could get away right now." He raises an eyebrow that I look over.
"But you'll find me! I don't want to lose my new family...Ever." I finish with a hard expression and Batman groans before laying back down.
"Okay. Me and my brother will come back to check on you in...a night or so. Try to be careful and get to a hospital or something. I...Gotham still needs you around, you don't have a partner to take over or anything." I mumble and he's still silent, so I take my chance.
"You know...me and my brother could help- not with the fighting and stuff I'm sure, but we could help. I could take care of your research part. Maybe you could teach us something too. I was going to ask Bruce if he could teach us but wouldn't I just look stupid? Asking the person who, on top of saving my life, is giving me food and shelter to take some time off work to teach me stuff that is far beyond my age? I mean, my IQ's almost to 100 by now, what else do I need at the moment?" I say before starting to walk away. I take it slow, not wanting to do anything to upset the man. I take it real slow...
Then brake for it when I'm out of sight, like a bat out of hell...Ah, look at the sad humor I just thought there. I went into the make shift supply room and got out the brushes and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean all traces of Batman in the house. Even went outside and made sure everything was gone. When it was finally gone, I got into my room, passing the window and...
It was a shriek, an awe-inspiring, shock inducing, award-winning yell that had escaped from the mouth of my brother.
"ALEX!" It could have been more deep I think, if he at least wanted to keep his dignity as a male of the species. I lurched up and he tripped back into the wall, his breath came out in an involuntary gasp and I took his hand firmly after getting up to drag him into the bathroom and heard Alfred and Bruce charge in looking around for something amiss.
"Miss Alexandra...Is everything alright?"He said and I could hear the door open as I started to have a hard coughing fit. They found me with my hands braced on the toilet seat, leaning over it, breathing deeply in through my nose and out through my mouth. At first, I was just trying to con them but...now I was really sick.
"Alex,what's wrong?" Bruce had asked silently and I moved my hands behind me easily before coughing again, wheezing just a little. Jesus Christ, this was insane. I was getting one of those evil colds that wouldn't go away for days.
"Just a bad cold. I'll come down later, okay. Just...ugh." I say and they don't make any sound of objection as they depart. I wait for the click of my room door before telling Dick in hushed tones which could have made him yell if he wasn't quiet enough.
"SO we'll check on him tomorrow, right? This is awesome, but at the same time scary."Dick said outside my door, I needed to wash off the blood...the clothes would have to be burned.
"Yeah, I'm taking some benadryl and my pills right now so...take things one at a time."I say, using the benadryl as water when I take it. The medicines are okay to take together so there's no problem I leave the room easily, not looking at the Warning label.
Warning: Taking certain medicines with this substance will render the medicines neutral.
Sorry for the wait, hope the longer chapter makes you okay with me. I just got the sickness of my life, so now I'm making Alex sicker than ever to get over this.