I am so sorry with my lack of updates! I hope you all can forgive me eventually. I've been having a horrible case of writer's block, but I finally managed to work through it. So here it is! Please enjoy and review! And just for your information, the apple sauce scene is from an experience I had with school food.
Chapter 15: Spork Rescue!
"Girl I'm impressed with you," Max said as the trio sat themselves at a table after getting their lunches.
"Nothing that impressive to comment on, Max; I just got tired of her trashy attitude," Isis giggled at her little joke. Rolling his eyes playfully, Terry wrapped one arm around Isis' waist and watched as she poked her food. "I think this thing is alive," Isis said with slight worry.
"Don't be silly, Isis, I highly doubt the school would give us living food," Terry said just before the apple sauce on Isis' tray wouldn't release her spork. Giving Terry the look of "You were saying", Isis started to tug on her captured spork.
"Maybe you stabbed the tray and got it stuck through," Max suggested as she munched on her lunch. Lifting the tray to check, Isis shook her head in the negative, indicating that her spork is not stuck through the tray.
"Anybody willing to perform a spork rescue attempt?" Isis asked aloud, receiving a few strange looks from those within hearing range. Tinting a soft shade of pink, Isis giggled nervously. "Well that made me sound weird," she muttered as she stared at her captured spork.
"Here, let me see if I can get it out," Terry said as he moved his spork to try and dig her's out. Staring in utter shock, Terry tried to jerk his now captured spork from the monstrosity known as school apple sauce.
"If that apple sauce begins to eat the sporks, I'm going to run out of here like a cat splashed with water," Isis said as she pushed her tray as far away from her as possible.
"Maybe it's just a bad serving of apple sauce. No need to act like it's mutated or something. Put the bat and cat instincts away for now," Max said as she rolled her eyes at the couple.
"Can't do that my dear pink haired comrade; the cat instincts are now natural," Isis said as she absently tugged on one of the sporks. Giving a look of determination, Isis placed one of her hands on the tray and pulled as hard as she could on the spork, completely forgetting that the trays were flimsy and slick. The tray went flying out of Isis' hand and flew across the cafeteria to land on one of the teacher's heads. With a moment of panic, Isis curled into Terry's side in an attempt to hide without being obvious. Once the teacher was done grumbling and yelling, he left the cafeteria to try and remove the mess that was caused.
Sudden laughter caught Max and Isis off guard as Terry sat there shaking with his laughter. "Can you imagine?" he asked through his laughter.
"Imagine what?" the girls asked simultaneously.
"The teach trying to get the cursed apple sauce out of his hair," Terry said with another laugh. Catching on quickly, the girls joined in the laughter as they pictured the teacher screaming in frustration at the apple sauce.
Chapter 16:
After the lunch incident, nothing exciting occurred. A couple times one could have caught Isis dozing in class as the teacher would ramble on about the lesson. Other times one could see Terry and Isis having a silent conversation with their facial expressions and eyebrows, even though it got them in trouble during one of their classes when Isis burst out laughing. But finally the last bell rang with a sweet sound of freedom for the grateful students.
"So do you have it with you?" Terry asked as he stood by Isis' locker as she retrieved her books for her homework. Looking around her cautiously, Isis reached behind one of her school books to grab the black leather suit and quickly handed it to Terry.
"I'm coming with you to his place by the way. That leather is all from Grandmama's suit and I do not want to leave it out of my sight," Isis said as she closed her locker door with a soft thud. Smiling, Terry placed on of his arms around Isis' shoulder and walked her out to the boss man's car.
"Milady," Terry said as he opened the passenger door for her. Giggling at him, Isis swayed her hips a bit more than usual and slid into the seat with a flirty wink. Closing the door and walking as calmly as possible to the driver side, Terry tried to catch his breath that he lost at Isis' little display.
It took a lot less time than usual to reach the gothic manor, and Isis was still a bit nervous to be around the place.
"Don't worry hon, Bruce clearly doesn't want to hurt you," Terry said as he walked with her to the front door, squeezing her hand in a gesture of comfort.
"It ain't the old bat I'm worried about…it's the bat dog that I'm worried about," Isis said as she cautiously walked into the manor. Seeing no sign of the Great Dane mix, Isis sighed with relief. Making their way over to the Grandfather Clock entrance, they both walked down the steep steps to the Bat Cave.
"It's about time you got here," Bruce Wayne said as he heard the couple come walking down the stairs.
"Yeah yeah, keep your dentures in," Isis said jokingly as she gave Ace a wide berth.
"Funny. Now where's the suit?" Bruce said as he walked over to a table with tools built into it. Sighing, Isis motioned for Terry to hand the suit over to the grumpy bat. "Hm. Not bad craftsmanship on the claws, but the whip is far too old," Bruce said as he examined the gloves and whip.
"Hey now, that whip is Grandmama's so don't even think about doing anything to it," Isis said with her hands on her hips in a defiant nature. Only sparing her a brief glance, Bruce went back to his examination of the cat suit.
"Don't you have something better to do, Terry? Like going out on patrol?" Bruce asked with a tone that dared Terry to argue back. Grumbling under his breath, Terry moved to change into his suit. Glancing between Bruce and Terry, Isis quietly sunk over to see if she could sneak a peek at Terry. "Get back over here, Isis," Bruce said without looking up from his study. Eeping and turning bright pink, Isis walked back over to the table, turning even brighter when she heard Terry laughing from his location in the bat cave.
"So trying to sneak a peek are we?" Terry asked as he walked past to get to the Batmobile.
"You wish, Mcginnis," Isis said while trying to glare through her blush. Still laughing, Terry hoped into the Batmobile.
"Be nice to her Mr. Wayne…and keep Ace away from her if possible," Terry said before he took off to patrol the city. Looking at each other, Bruce and Isis simply shrugged and started to work on creating more high tech weapons for her suit. Not a word was said unless it was Bruce telling Isis to do something and Isis giving a smart ass comment back to his request.