Okay guys, after this chapter, I'm going to do a time skip until January (YJ time) because you really do deserve more than irregular crappy writing (excuse my French). I'm gonna finish it next chapter, and just answer your questions. However, if someone would like to pick this story up, please tell me :) disclaimer see chapter one.
CHAR/SHERS POV
"Your mission, if you choose to accept it..." Nah, I'm kidding. Batman didn't really say the last part. "Is to appear at the charity fundraiser, and then after, sneak off to track down the blonde archer in green."
We didn't exactly know her name, but I'd taken to calling her Artemis, after the Greek goddess of the moon and the hunt.
Batman, apparently, wanted her to join the team. I was all for it, but Robin was more sceptical.
He often wondered aloud whether we could trust Artemis. She could, after all, be bait for the League of Shadows to infiltrate our team. This often started a full scale argument, and ended with me stealing all of my grandfather's cookies just so Dick wouldn't get any.
It was a fool proof plan. Especially when the cookies were cinnamon, which happened to be my favourite.
Well, to tell you the truth, I always wore my uniform under my dress. Press the right thing, and bang, my lilac dress is now my Sherlock uniform.
I stepped out of my room just before Dick knocked. We shared a smile. He wore a black suit, hair gelled back. I smirked when I realized his tie matched my dress.
"You look good," he scanned me up and down. I rolled my eyes.
"You look surprised," he pouted.
"No return compliment?" Chuckling, I linked my arm in his, and he escorted me down the stairs. My heartbeat sped up slightly, my eyes flickering over the crowd as we descended towards them. However much Wayne parties excited me, there was a few things I hated.
The woman trying to get close to Dick and I, and be on good terms with Bruce. The men trying to weasel information out of us about Wayne Industries. The whispers about being charity cases. The boys flirting with me. The reporters. The girls flirting with Dick.
I wasn't sure why that last one bothered me. It just did.
Dick started walking over to talk to one of his friends from school, and I started looking for the tell-tale red hair of Barbara Gordon.
"Barbara?" I used her full name, as she seemed to be talking to one of the other police officers at Gotham PD.
"Ahh, Charlotte, good to see you. Harry, I'll see you when I'm next at the station," she waved goodbye to the officer, and walked off with me.
"Who?" I raised an eyebrow. She understood what I was trying to convey.
"That's Harry, he works at the GCPD. He's a nice guy, gets me cookies when I'm there with my dad," she grinned at me.
"Uh huh. Wait," I paused, glancing over her shoulder, "how did you describe Aaron again?" Aaron was the guy Babs had been crushing on for months now, and was a few months older than her.
"Shaggy brown hair, sparkling brown eyes and a freckled just below his left nostril," Babs replied, in a dreamy tone of voice. I frowned. I didn't want to know how she discovered that last one.
"He's behind you," she instantly stiffened, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Hi Babs and co." I smiled at that.
"I'm just going to get a drink," I turned to move away, but my friend grabbed my elbows.
"Oh no you don't Char, not until you've met Aaron," she smiled sweetly at me, and I rolled my eyes. Babs was generally very calm around the other gender.
"Hi Aaron, I'm Char, short for Charlotte. Now, I really must go," I disappeared into the crowd before either of them could say anything.
I smirked. Being a Bat had its benefits.
