Chapter 11- Batgirl and the Green Arrow
It was the last night of the fundraiser. Like every other night of it Megan had stayed with Clark by the refreshment table. Clark was the only one there, close to her age that she liked. He was the only one who didn't act like the spoiled, selfish snobs that she saw every day.
He had grown up in tight circumstances like she did. Megan had also met Clark's parents the night before and liked them Senator Kent seemed nice too and his wife reminded Megan of her own mother before her father had left Gotham when she was six. Her mother was happy at one point. After the trial and death of Joe Chill her mother had seemed to forget how to be happy.
Megan sipped her punch, listening to her friend talking to her about life in Smallville. Megan was fascinated by his tales. She had always wanted to see what life was like in the country. It sounded like a life that she wanted. She had always hated life in Gotham. The good Lord had never intended for people to live in fear and that's exactly what the people of Gotham had done.
"So, are you going to visit me in Smallville soon?" Clark asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"I'd love to if you promise to visit me in Gotham. Have you ever seen where I live?" Megan asked, putting her empty glass.
"Only on the news and in the papers. I hear your city is worse than Metropolis," Clark said.
"Oh, it is. But my mother asks, what choice do we have? My father also says that good people live there too. People like my grandparents, Thomas and Martha Wayne," Megan said somberly.
"I thought your grandparents died," Clark said, confused.
"They did, but my mother, Alfred, my grandmother, and Dad all have memories of them. They tell me stories about them," Megan said.
Clark would have answered, but then the lights went out. Megan wasn't afraid of the dark, but not seeing your hand in front of your face was a little disconcerting. Megan felt her way towards the exit. Her father had suspended all her activities as Batgirl, but this was an emergency.
Megan went up to her bedroom and changed into her batsuit. She had worked on a better cover for her face and now she couldn't even recognize herself as she slipped it on. Her face still itched like crazy, but at least no one, except Bruce and Alfred, would recognize her.
Megan carefully shot a line out her window. The room where the fundraiser was being held had a plate glass dome over it. It was an awful lot like the one at Arkham Asylum that she and her father had jumped through. Megan looked through the glass. The lights had been turned back on. In the middle of the room was a man in green leather,
Looking at the bow and arrows that he carried gave Megan the memory of Robin Hood. In fact every Robin Hood movie she had ever seen came to mind.
Biting her lips and closing her eyes, she jumped through the plate glass, bringing the memory cloth around her nose, mouth, and eyes to protect them from the glass shards.
Megan straightened up, flinging the cape back away from her mouth nose and mouth. The man in green looked at her, not entirely surprised to see her.
"I thought I'd run into you, Batgirl," the man said dryly.
Megan hadn't really tried to speak too much as Batgirl. She didn't know if she should emulate her father's voice or not. That scratchy voice that her father used might make her lose her own voice.
Megan looked at her father out of the corner of her eye. Her father looked upset, but he would have understood why she disobeyed him in the first place. "Who are you? You look like a 'Robin Hood' wannabe," Megan said, looking at the man in green again. She lowered her voice a few decibels. This way no one could make a connection between Megan Wayne and the Batgirl.
"Haven't you heard, Batgirl? I'm the Green Arrow," the man said.
"The Green Arrow? The vigilante from Star City?" Megan asked.
"This coming from a girl who dresses as a bat?" The Green Arrow asked amused. Megan couldn't really argue with that logic. Megan looked at Bruce again briefly before the Green Arrow fired an arrow directly at her.
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Bruce felt his heart stop as the arrow whizzed past his daughter's ear, mere inches from her face. Megan dodged just in time to his relief. Why she had even disobeyed him and came out tonight as Batgirl was beyond him. He could only pray that she wouldn't get hurt tonight.