I forgot you guys read these… *Sigh* Well, thanks for the support and thanks for reviewing. I know I mess up, but even Miley Cyrus admitted back when I used to like her [so about maybe 4 or 5 years ago], 'nobody's perfect', I included. Sorry I sounded all depressed, it comes in the job description. No school today cause of like, a centimeter of snow *rolls eyes*, so I might as well update. I might type up two chapters, I might not. I'm just bipolar so get used to it.
Chapter… 11 I think…:
Wally opened his door for the first time that morning and stepped out, blinking rapidly at the sudden change in light. Then he stumbled into the kitchen, exhausted. He yawned and looked around. The kitchen was empty, except for a plate in the sink. The red head didn't think much of it. Instead, he opened up the refrigerator. The only thing there that even looked half appetizing was the pie on the top shelf that had a piece missing already. Wally grabbed it and sniffed it suspiciously. He crinkled his nose in disgust.
"Bleh, almonds," he muttered, putting it back in the refrigerator. "Don't it figure…?"
He looked over the rest of the refrigerator, but nothing appealed to us taste buds. He closed the refrigerator and stumbled back down the hall to Robin's door. He knocked on the door.
"Robin!" he yelled, almost drunkenly.
He was so tired. He got no reply. Before he yelled again, he remembered that Robin was at the hospital with Batman.
"Oh yeah… silly me," he mumbled and headed to the front room and looked around.
There didn't seem to be anyone home. He took a deep breath and stretched upwards, popping his shoulders. The red head stumbled to the couch and collapsed on it, his head hitting one of the fluffy pillows with a thud. He laid there for a minute or two before he remembered that he needed the remote to watch TV. He looked around and to his despair, the remote was on the coffee table in front of him, out of his reach. He groaned.
"Ah, the world hates me," he complained, folding his arms over his chest.
He didn't get too long to complain about the horrible, judgmental world though, for his exhaustion caught up with him and head slapped him, knocking him into a deep sleep that he needed. Maybe when he woke up, he'd have a better heart for almond pie… Nah, not even sleep could lessen his hatred for almond pie. That stuff is just disgusting. Soon, loud snores came from his open mouth and the red head was lost in a world of bikini clad women and huge monster trucks.
XxXxX
Robin slipped his shades back over his eyes and walked next to Batman, trying to keep up. Batman had an urgency to his step, but it could've just been how bad he wanted to get away from the hospital's white beds to its crappy television channels and needles.
"Ba- Mr. Wayne, where are we going?" Robin asked, nearly tripping over his own feet as he darted down the hall.
"We're going back home," the black haired millionaire assured his look alike.
"Which one?" Robin asked curiously.
A single glance from his 'father' told him which one. Robin tried to ignore the idiocy he felt inside, but it was hard to. As they passed the receptionist's desk, Robin saw the nice nurse who had let him go see Batman, even though it was past visiting hours. He waved to her. She laughed and grinned at him, waving at him. There was something so familiar about her and her three inch white heels, but he couldn't think of it. He and Batman walked outside and Batman led the way to the parking lot.
"Where are we going? Isn't the 'car' back at 'home'?" Robin asked, confused.
Batman shook his head. "No, I have another that Clark was nice enough to bring up."
Robin smiled. He had almost forgotten about the decoy car. That car had taught him how to drive. He ran forward when he saw it and pulled open the passenger side's door, climbing in swiftly. He buckled his seatbelt and had the door closed before Batman even reached the driver's seat. Batman climbed into his own seat, shooting Robin a confused look.
"Why are you so jumpy?" he asked the boy.
Robin set a hand on his neck.
"I… It's not important right now," he lied, smiling at Batman.
Batman shook his head slowly and buckled his seatbelt before putting the keys in the ignition and started the car.
"You sure? It's going to be a long drive and I've got plenty of time…" Batman offered.
Robin pulled his 'Robin' face, but shook his head.
"Nah, it can… it can wait," he decided.
As Batman began to pull out of the hospital parking lot, a question rose in Robin's mind.
"Hey, Batman?" he asked nervously.
Batman glanced at him briefly to tell him to continue talking.
"You said… you told me earlier that you thought I was dead… why?"
Batman went silent and pulled his own 'Robin' face, trying to decide a way to phrase it. He didn't want Robin to go after the Joker. He didn't want to risk losing basically his whole world to something he could've possibly prevented.
"I… you didn't answer your communicator and..." he frowned. "I just overreacted."
"But what about the note I found this morning?" Robin blurted out.
Batman jumped. "What note?"
"The one beside your bed."
Robin pulled a white note from his pocket.
"'I enjoyed your company last night. We really should do this more often. Tell your boy that I'm sorry I missed him. He really should come over for a visit. It's ever so lonely at home. I'll be seeing you soon. Love, Jack [1],'" Robin read aloud.
Batman paled for a second and held the steering wheel tighter. He took a deep breath.
"I'll tell my story when you tell yours," he said simply.
Robin tucked the note back in his pocket and leaned back in his seat.
"Then looks like both of us are going home clueless," he announced, folding his arms over his chest and closing his eyes beneath his shades.
Bruce Wayne laughed silently at the boy he adopted four years ago. He had never pictured Richard would end up like this. It wasn't like he was complaining though. Suddenly, a motorcycle tore past the car, a feminine scream coming from it.
"Damn kids these days," he mumbled under his breath, pressing harder on the accelerator.
Robin had to bite his lip to keep from grinning.
XxXxX
Superboy slammed the motorcycle to a halt. Megan forgot how to let go of him. She still held on tight, terrified.
"We're here," he reminded her.
She took the hint and forced her arms to let go. She climbed off of the motorcycle, glad that she was able to change her skin color to pale. She helped Superboy pick up Kaldur and together, the two of them hauled him inside, fast as they could. Megan's arms were sore from holding on so tight, but she sucked it up and hoped she'd have enough strength for the ride back. When they were inside, they got plenty of stares from the people in the waiting room, but not for the reasons one would think.
For one, both of them were extremely red faced. For two, both of their hair was extremely messed up, as were their clothes. It looked suspicious. They ignored the stares though, and Superboy ran up to one of the nurses, dropping Kaldur. Megan winced as all of his weight fell onto her arms. She did her best to hold him up though.
"Please, you have to help our friend," Superboy told a dark haired nurse.
The nurse nodded and quickly picked up her phone.
"Gurney to the waiting room," she said quickly.
Superboy glanced back at Megan. She gently laid Kaldur down on the ground, her arms giving out. She walked over to Superboy and sighed.
"He'll be okay, won't he?" Megan asked, worried.
Superboy didn't answer. He just watched several doctors come into the room and put Kaldur's body onto the gurney and quickly cart him off. Megan bit her lip sadly and turned around to a nurse behind her. The nurse had light brown hair, a knee high white dress and a pair of three inch high heels.
"Um, have you seen a boy with a gray [2] hoodie, black hair and sunglasses, about thirteen years old here?" Megan asked the nurse.
The nurse grinned as she recognized Megan and Superboy.
"The charming young boy who came here to see his father… yes, he and his father left not to long ago," the nurse said in a high, almost squeaky voice.
Megan nodded. "Thank you."
She turned to Superboy.
"Should we stay here or go home?" she asked him.
"Let's go get the others and tell them about Kaldur," he decided.
Megan nodded and the two of them headed out to the motorcycle again. Before Superboy could get on, Megan stopped him.
"I'm driving," she insisted.
Superboy laughed. "Alright, fine, you're driving."
With a smile playing on her lips, Megan mounted the motorcycle seat. Superboy climbed up behind her and wrapped his strong, muscled arms around her. Her smile grew into a grin as she drove away from the hospital. She definitely liked driving better.
[1] I looked it up and in the 1989 movie, they called the Joker 'Jack Napier'.
[2] Yes, I know he doesn't wear a gray hoodie in the show, but he has to have some variety, right?
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-FJ3