Hehe, I don't know how this got switched with another chapter, but I'm putting this one back up.
My bad!
So, this is the point where the story gets, interesting.
Bring! Bring!
"Bruce! Lucy's here!" I yell up the stairs. Alfred comes out of the kitchen. "It's okay Al, I'll get it." I walk to the entryway as he turns back around. I open the door, the most stunning girl waiting.
She's wearing her cream spring dress with little blue flowers over it. It goes past her knees with sleeves that resemble layered petals. At her waist, a satin sash shows her dainty curves. Both the sash and the flower in her hair were blue. And finally, around her neck is the necklace I got her for Valentines Day.
"You look radiant." I say after kissing her cheek. She walks in, holding her silver clutch in front. "Al will be serving supper in the dining room. And Bruce will be down shortly." I tell her as she follows the aroma of chicken. She stops at the entrance to the kitchen.
"Good evening, Ms. Lucy." Alfred says.
"Good evening, Alfred. It smells delicious." I walk over to her.
"I'd get to the dining room so you can eat it." Alfred suggests. She nods and we go to the other side of the main room to be seated.
Jason leads me to my seat and pulls it out. "Thank you." I say, sitting. He takes his seat as Mr. Wayne comes in.
"Jason, wouldn't you rather sit across from Lucy?" Mr. Wayne asks.
"No. I want to be at her side." He says, placing his hand over mine. I blush.
"If you insist." He replies. He takes his seat at the head of the table. "So Lucy, how is school going?"
"Well, I've learned to spam my email from colleges." The boys chuckle. "And Jason has been delaying the project in History." Jason puts his hands up in defense, while a little red seeped to his cheeks.
"Well, how do you expect me to write a paper on an influential lady of the past if she was also my partner? We wouldn't receive a good grade."
"Why would it have to be about me? I'm not influential." I defend.
"Don't be too sure." He kisses me as Alfred brings in a cart of dishes. He sets one in front of me first and lifts off the cover.
"Oh, Alfred! It looks divine." I squeal. The butler proceeds to give the others a dish of chicken, then leaves.
"Thanks Al!" Jason calls.
"You are very welcome, sir." Alfred replies at the door.
"I think you should work on that project, Jason." I tease as he takes a bite.
"Not without my tutor." He says. "After supper?" I nod.
"And it will be on Rosa Parks." I decide. He lifts a fork of chicken as salute.
"You're the boss." He agrees.
"Master Jason," Alfred announces, "Master Bruce is in need of your assistance." Jason nods and gets up from the couch next to me.
"Sorry Lucy. Gotta go." He kisses me on the cheek. As he walks away, I stay at my spot on the couch.
"Could I help?" I ask. He turns and shakes his head.
"I don't want you to get hurt. No doubt it will be messy." Alfred stays in the room as Jason leaves.
"Why does he have to help?" I ask, coyly.
"Master Jason has a specific talent or two that will have an impact on the time it will take to accomplish the task at hand." the butler replies.
"How long will that be?" I pry.
"Depends."
"On what?" I press.
"On the task." He states, giving me no useful information. "Feel free to stay as long as you like. I can call Ms. Nuatcherdux to pick you up at anytime."
"I was pulled from Lucy for this." I retort as I tug on my tunic. "I had to leave her up there, alone."
"She isn't alone. She's with Alfred." Bruce states in his gruff voice.
"I mean without me." I explain, clipping my cape into place.
"Jason, you realize you may not be able to have a continuing relationship without telling her."
"Dick did."
"And look where that got him. Barbara hasn't contacted him outside of work in a few years. And that doesn't count, she knew."
"Whatever. I'll make it work." I state. Bruce pulls on his gloves.
"Let's go."
I decide while I wait for Jason to be done, I'll explore the house a little. I've already been here, but I haven't been everywhere. I walk up the stairs and pick a hallway. I walk down it, admiring the decorations. I stop at a familiar door It's open a crack. I peek through and see the disaster inside. Jason's backpack is on top of the mess. On the dresser, the only clean spot is where my picture sits with a creamy white and blue marble colored rose.
I select another door farther down. This one is neat, like the guest rooms. But there is also memorabilia on some of its tables. There are pictures of a young man with raven hair and bright blue eyes. On the bed, there's a box that says 'Dick Grayson's Private Box'. 'Jason must have a brother, or an uncle.'
I don't bother with the big doors at the end. They must lead to Mr. Waynes chambers. Finally, after an hour or so of peeking into random rooms, I find a study. It's big with bookshelves lining the walls. In one corner, there is a grand piano. 'I wonder if Jason plays,' I muse.
The wall you face when sitting at its stool has a grandfather clock in its center, amid the shelves. But when I walk over to it, I realize it isn't working. I gently tap the glass. "Odd." Deciding to ask about it later, I sit myself down at the piano. It still looks playable. I start up a song that I know. I watch my fingers dance over the ivory keys, when I stop. There are three keys that look more worn than the rest. Curious, I press the first one.
DING!
Then, the second.
DANG!
And finally, the third.
DONG!
A clicking sound comes from behind the clock. A bookshelf starts to move! I duck behind the piano, scared out of my mind. 'What did I do?' The whirring stops and I wait for something to happen. Slowly, carefully, I look past the shiny black wood. The grandfather clock had moved to its left. In its place, in the break in the bookshelves, is-
"-Stairs?" I ask aloud. I stand up and move over to it. The stairs spiral down with walls of stone. "What?" I suddenly hear footsteps approaching the room. More clicking joins it from the clock. Without thinking, I dive through the opening right before the clock moves back.
Where I broke it off, I might add more there. Again, I'm sorry.
This story is really in a rut right now.