A/N:

Readers please put on seatbelt and hold on to the stationary handles, things are going to get crazier from this point. Please read the note below for further informations after the chapter. Repeat. After the chapter.

I went to work and came back home, wishing he would be there. He was not.

I could no longer help myself but to stand in front of his room. I placed my hand on the door knob, wanting to open it but could not bring myself to.

What I was afraid of was even confusing to me.

Was I being polite and trying not to invade his privacy? But I had been in there once. Nah, that did not give me any right to do it.

I sighed and mumbled, 'I want to know, where he is.'

I felt like I was pulled by something. I noticed the change of lighting in the room, and then, I saw him.

'Oh, my God! How long have you been here?' I cried out of concern.

He did not catch my exsistance, and his hand held the door knob, passing through me, like I was invisible. He opened the door, and once he let go of the knob, the image disappeared. Suddenly, I was back in the dark room.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit... What the fuck was that? Was I beginning to hallucinate?

Alright, I got to get my mind right. I was probably worrying too much and low on energy. I opened the fridge in the next mere second and devoured whatever was in there. Ms. Gordon advised to have more protein, but it seemed like I got only carbs from breads here.

I looked for a glass in the cabinet, but there was no more. I hummed to myself, 'Where are all the glasses?', knowingly that they were in the dishwasher. However, I did not had the chance to release my grip on the holder when I was tugged in by something again.

This time I saw myself taking two of the four glasses out to give to the guests, Mr. Harper and Lian. Then, it blacked out when my other self let go of the handle. Continuously, another part came in, I found Jason taking a glass and closed the cabinet. The scene later progressed to when I took the last glass out for Lian, and I snapped back to reality.

It was like, I could see back in time... but how?

I kept wondering, opening the dishwasher for a glass. I picked one out, and it was clean. I did not remember turning on the machine, so I quested again, closing the door of the washer, 'Who did the dishes?'

As expected, I began seeing Jason, adding dish soap into the container and turning it on. So obvious, but I learnt that, the vision occurred every time after I questioned, or demand, for an answer.

I stood in the middle of the kitchen and tested if I was right by saying out loud, 'Where is the pepper?'

I wanted pepper, but nothing happened in respond to my surprise. With the result, I concluded that, there must be a combination to give me the vision.

I recalled what I was doing to see it. I remembered, I was holding the door knob when I saw Jason the first time, and I was holding on to the handle of the cabinet when I saw the glasses being taken away one by one... That was it! I was holding something all the time!

I put my hands on the countertop and tested it out. 'Where is the pepper?'

The pictures played as the bottle of pepper stood on the counter. Later, it was taken off the counter, and I returned to my current time.

Wow... I should be freaking out, but I felt so good about myself, finding out my new power. This must be the psychic ability, Ms. Gordon mentioned.

Just to sum up what I just gathered from the new specialty, I mentally noted. One, if I wanted to see what happen I have to touch something and ask the question. Two, the vision only last until the object, I wanted to learn of, was no longer in contact of the object, I was touching. Therefore, the reason I could see the glass and the person, even though the glass was already off the cabinet, was because the person's hand was still touching the the handle. Three, the vision, I would be seeing, would always be the most recent contact from the object.

I was sure about the third note, so I made an experiment. I took the pepper out of the shelf, put it on the countertop, and place it back to its usual spot. I asked for the pepper again, and it supported my thesis. The only image I saw was, the action I did recently.

If this was all true, then, if I asked the floor where Jason was, it would tell me where he went.

I touched the floor in general, but it only showed me half a second of him walking by. Just a sec... It only worked per block of wood on the floor?

Now, I wished, I had the whole place carpeted... Second thoughts, not really.

I decided to check on the two blocks in front of the door, just to be certain that he never came back in. I also checked the one in front the balcony in case he came back this way. However, it only showed that, he went out though his room.

Well then, I guessed, he was still out there somewhere, doing his business.

I ended my search there and went to sleep, and this time I really did get some sleep. I rubbed my ears a bit, after hearing them ringing at a very fast soft rhythm. I wondered, who was playing drum at such a time, but I was too tired to care that much.

Wait... Actually, there was two. Same beats and rhythm but twice. They must be in the same band, I guessed.

The next morning, I woke up at about five, feeling like shit. It was a long time since I had a headache. My stomach was not helping either for not digesting food properly. I wanted to vomit everything I ate out; even though, I did not even touch a single plate of food.

Fuck it! I took a Tylenol and went back to bed, hoping to wake up again with a better mood.

About three hours later, I scavenged for what I could make. My eyes pinned at the meat and remembered about Lian.

I should go pick her up, soon. I checked the time and reconsidered it... Maybe, I could pick her up, now.

'Jason, I'm borrowing your bike,' I said, forgetting that he was not there. 'Oh well, I've said it... It's your problem, not hearing it.'

I took the bike out in a pretty bright day for Gotham. The sun was not completely out, but it was surely out there. About two minutes of driving, I was burning up.

Shoot! Why was I such a pain in the ass for myself?

I quickly drove into an alley, using the shade casted by the old brick buildings. I waited not so long for Gotham to be Gotham and continued my way.

I parked in front of the gate and rung the bell.

'Come in, Miss Albertsons,' said the usual British Butler, opening the way.

'Thank you,' I gave him my gratitude.

I rolled the bike in with me and settled it before the stairs.

'Welcome back, Miss Albertsons,' Alfred greeted me, before I could knock the huge wooden double door.

'Thank you, Alfred. I'm here to pick Lian up, and maybe if Ms. Gordon is here, may I talk to her?'

'Of course. Miss Lian is in the Games room, but Miss Gordon is not home. I can make an appointment for you, if you're urgent,' he responded and leaded me to Lian.

'It's fine. It's not something urgent. Thank you,' I smiled and followed him.

The girl was playing air hockey on one of the many tables. Dick and Ms. Kyle were there with her, so I greeted them. I stayed with them for a while until they took us to the so-called Dance room. I chose a wall and sat one-fourth away from the wall beside and on the opposite.

Why was I there?

Well, they were playing games in the games room, and the music played. Dick said, it was his favorite song and began dancing with it. Ms. Kyle suddenly switched the music to hers and judged his dance as she "showed him how to dance." Apparently, none of them would stop bringing new steps, so me and Lian were dragged into the Dance room as judgers. Although, dragged would be such an exaggerating word.

The showdown started, and about ten minutes, Lian fell asleep on my laps. It was certainly a good thing because the dance was turning into flexibility contest. It was no longer the steps that counted, but how hard it was to manage to be in the pose was the score.

Oh, God! She just twisted her whole body!

I instinctively covered my eyes, but it did not help my stomach from turning. My eyes twitched, witnessing the impossible, and I covered my mouth, as Dick curled his back with his hands on the ground.

How was I suppose to judge this?!

Oh! No, no, no, no, no... Hell, no... She got her puts the hands on the floor. She ached her back, like she was breaking it in half, and pointed a leg out with her thigh almost touching her head.

That was it!

I softly pushed Lian out of my laps and ran off. 'Restroom,' I told them.

Fuck where was the restroom? I ran back, feeling even sicker.

'Second room to the right,' Dick said, pointing the way.

I got there extremely fast and turned the handle. Unfortunately enough, it broke right in my hand. 'Argh! Dammit!' I cried, throwing it away, and pushed the door open with my hand. I could not believe my life had gone so low to the point that, I was puking like a drunkard in the toilet bowl.

'Woah... Are you okay?' Ms. Kyle kindly asked with a box of Kleenex in her hand.

I took some Kleenex from her and answered, 'I'm alright. Just a little cold. Thank you.'

'It's not a good news?'

'What do you mean? I'm sick...,' I needed clarification.

'Like maybe you're not sick, but you're pregnant?' she gave me a piece of her mind.

'No, I don't think so; even though, it could be, it won't happen this early. Thank you for your concerns,' I smiled.

'No problem,' she replied me an understanding nod.

I flushed and washed my face. It had only been five days. There was no way, the symptoms would be showing. I glanced out the opened door to Dick that soon got here, carrying the sleeping girl.

'Hey, what happened? I saw a door knob on the floor,' he showed what was in his other hand.

'I'm sorry. I broke it. I'll pay for it, if I can,' I apologized.

'Nah, it's fine. We got spares. So... You're sick?'

'Yeah.'

'You should've said something before,' he brought out his phone from the pocket and continued, 'I'll get Jason to pick you up, then.'

'Thank you,' I responded, hoping, maybe at last he might show up.

He tried a couple time and sent me a concern look. 'Weird, he's not answering. Do you know where he might be?'

'I thought, he's with you guys,' I stated.

'No. We thought, he's with you. Well, he's probably out there somewhere,' he shrugged his shoulders.

'Yeah... I guess so...,' I was deep in thoughts because he mysteriously disappeared, and he was not with them. I was not really sure, if I had to worry about it. 'Anyway, thanks for taking care of her. I'll take her home, now.'

Ms. Kyle stopped me with a small smile, before I took Lian from Dick, 'Why don't you leave her here for now? You're sick, she's asleep, and we don't mind her staying. You can comeback whenever you feel better.'

I returned her smile and gratefully thanked her because I did not believe, I could take care of her well at this state.

I got back home and threw up again, so I soothed myself with a bucket of chocolate ice-cream. It was not a really good idea for an ill person, but it was indeed very soothing. I bundled in my blanket and went online, and as expected at the age of twenty-two, I still ended up in some fandom. Not bad... Actually, very bad, but whatever, I was sick.

I finished the bucket and tried to sleep, but the sugar got me a little too hyped. Something got into me that, he might left a note on the TV, or the window. I got off the bed and checked every inch. It seemed like I could not get it off my head that, he went out many days silently.

I stared at the door to his room and thought of the power I found. If I could touch the large carpet that covered his room, I might be able to get some information. I stood in front the room again, fighting with my righteousness. No wonder why, curiosity killed the cat... but satisfaction brought it back.

"Hell, I'll only be in there for a second to find the answers and come out. Nothing will be steal, or damage. Nothing. He won't even know I've been there," I thought for my own positivity.

'I'm sorry, Jason. I'm going in,' I apologized; even though, he could not hear me.

I opened the door and looked around. It was dark, so I turned on the light. To my amazement, the room was possibly cleaner than mine. But back to what I wanted to know, I had my hand on the carpet and commanded for his whereabouts.

There, he walked through me. It felt weird, but I was actually the one passing though him. I patiently watched as he stared at his phone questionably on the other corner of the room and accepted a call from someone. His facial expression changed from carefree to serious in matter of seconds and instantly changed into his uniform. He headed out by the window, and once his last foot got off the carpet, the image push me back to where I was.

With the available information, I went to the stool of the window and said the magic words. Like the others, it showed me the image of him, and it stopped when he leaped to the ladder next to the building.

I continued going after his trail, and he stood in the middle of the roof. It looked like he was looking at someone, or something, but they were invisible to my sight.

'I don't have a lot time. What do you want in exchange?' he got down right into business. The speech gap was there until he said, 'You can't force me... Fine. Deal.'

For the slightest time, I saw a giant human being when it punched him. He glided across the roof upon the impact and got back on his feet. He ran to it, slid under, and shot a couple of bullets on its ankle before he climbed on its back. Because he was in contact with the being, I could now see it clearly. It was Bane, and he was growling from the pain from the damage and the nausea on his back. Red Hood cut the energy flow with his dagger and got down waiting for the being to deform. On his wait, he caught an arrow, and the tip exploded with anesthesia gas.

He was surprised, and it did not put him down instantly. He was able to walk, which gradually became an amble, to the boss. He tried to pick another fight and against, 'That was not on the fucking deal, Talia,' before he collapsed.

Even though he was unconscious, the vision was still playing as two men in ancient styled clothes raised him up because his feet were dragged. Three steps later, they stopped moving, and I watched as they stepped on the now visible helicopter. Then, what I saw ended when the helicopter departed.

I was back on the same roof at night, instead of the imagination afternoon, with unanswered questions.

What was the deal he made?

Why was Bane there?

Who was Talia?

Who were the old fashioned men?

Why did they take him?

Where did they take him?

He was obviously kidnapped, and I could do nothing. At least... 'Show me Talia,' I talked to the concrete.

A beautiful olive-skinned woman appeared in grass green Arabic maxi that matched her eyes. She resembled to Damian, or should I say, Damian resembled her. However, without concrete evidence, I could not do much but remember the face.

Maybe if I could get my hands on the information base...

"Come on! No! I came into his room without permission, and now, I was thinking of hacking his computer. That was even worse!" cried out loud by the Superego's sake.

"But didn't I just wanted to help him? If I found out where she was, I would know where he would be," debated my Id.

"Heck! I'll just fuck everything up and brake up with him after I helped him. It was not like our relationship was going to last anyway," my Ego stupidly decided.

I sat in front of the computer, observing the keyboard for possible password.

Hmm... I had no need to do this, right? I could just ask the keyboard itself psychically, without actually put my brain into it. I swore, this was the most convenient power I ever had... like I had any to start with.

The keyboard gave me the password, and the mouse guided me to the source. I was informed about the League of assassins and the drug that Bane used, Venom. I learnt of it before when Ms. Gordon mentioned the drugs, so in-a-way, Bane and I were both victims of the mad scientist. We could be friends... Right?... Probably not.

There was a lot of reading and maps, which I did not mind, but before I forgot, I should tell the professionals about this. The problem was, it was late and I got no contact with them. I let the computer find me the way to call them, and it did.

I gave myself a coffee break before I following the process. I sat back down and listened to the ringing of the video call.

I sipped the coffee, and Ms. Gordon's voice almost made me choked.

'Hey, Red! Never heard your calls,' she said, not looking at the screen.

I observed the backgrounds, before claiming, 'Hi! Sorry, I'm not Red.'

She startled up at the screen and said my name, 'Andrea?! How are you on the line?'

'That's a long story, Ms. Gordon.'

'In duty line, it's Oracle. How are you?' she greeted.

'I'm fine. A bit sick, but I'll be alright. Okay... how do I begin...'

'Just the main idea should do,' she advised.

'Okay... Do I have to use the duty names for everything?'

'No, you don't have to.'

'So... Jason is captured by Talia, the one in League of Assassins, two days ago.'

'What?! When did you know?'

'A moment ago.'

'How?'

'How did I know?'

'Uh-huh,' she moved her body forward in interest.

'Can you remember the psychic ability I might discover? I found it. It's psychometry...'

'Are you sure, it's that and he's gone?'

'Yes. I haven't heard of him for those days, and I tested the ability before putting to work.'

'Okay. We'll look into it. Don't worry... And, I heard, you're sick. I'll get Alfred to pick you up in half an hour, so we can talk in details, if you don't have anywhere to go yet.'

'I'm free, so see you soon.'

'I'll wait for you, bye,' she ended the call.

I went into my room,after downloading all the information about the League into the helmet. I might be able to hitch a ride to the Middle East there. I prepared a black middle sized handbag full of the things I needed. I was pretty sure, they would not let me go with them, so the smaller the bag was the easier I could sneak in.

Thanks to Jason for being the anti-hero, he already had all the ways to hitch a ride without permission for all of Batman's vehicles down on the table. Of course, I did not forgot to sync that valuable information.

I changed out of my work clothes to a black long sleeves v-neck top and a green khaki cargo pants with leather belt.

I wait for about five minutes, and my doorbell rang. I accepted the call, and it was Alfred. I got a navy coat over me and left the place with the bag.

It was about eight when I arrived at the Manor. Ms. Gordon was expecting me at the entrance, and she walked to be a secret room.

'So you said, if you ask the object what you wanted to know, it will tell you?' she concluded.

'Yeah,' I confirmed.

'Can I test it?'

'Sure.'

'The piano has a secret code that will give us a way to the cave.'

'And you want me to find the secret code with the ability.'

'Correct! And, can you show me how it works?'

'Of course.' I explained, as I demonstrated, 'Well, all I had to do is put my hand on the piano and ask "What is the secret code to open the entrance?".' I paused when the image appeared and continued, 'They "showed" me in like a short video clip, and all I do it press on the notes it gave me. At Middle C, C3, plays E, F, G, C4, G, F, E, F, E, D, C3, and D.'

The grandfather clock descended into the floor, and a passage appeared.

She stared at me and the passage and muttered, 'Alright... I think, I need to make some calls.' She took out her phone and called someone. 'Code Red: Red Hood is captured by the League of Assassins. No reasons discovered yet.' She hung up and smiled at me. 'Let's go in. I heard, you were sick. We better check you up, while waiting for them.'

'So you didn't believe me when I told you the first time,' I uttered with a little neglected feelings.

'No, I didn't. I just can't believe anything unless I see it myself. I checked the surveillance cameras both from us and the community, but nothing showed up... Psychic abilities are just too hard to track on, but I witnessed what you proved. Therefore, you better not let me down,' she explained in her defense.

'I won't,' I assured her.

'Alright, now, take off the belt, any jewelries, and any large metal off and lay down on the bed. I'll scan your whole body, so we're sure, you're not sick because of the drug.'

'Okay.'

I did as she said and got on the PET/CT machine. Well, it might be more advance the one in the hospital and has a different name, but that was what it looked like to me. After it ran through me once, I noticed Ms. Gordon squealing. I glided out of the tunnel, and she happily smiled at me.

I stood up, and she hugged me. 'Oh, my God!'

I was confused, 'Is there something wrong?'

'No, there's nothing wrong. The drug is not effective negatively. Also... Congratulations!'

'Congratulations?'

'You haven't realized it yet?'

'No.'

'You're five weeks pregnant with twins!'

'Ha ha ha... You're joking. There's no way, I'm five weeks pregnant, and little to no chance to have any twins. I was probably dating him, but we didn't even start having sex yet five weeks ago.'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, it's impossible.'

'Were you dating anyone else at all?'

'No, I'm dead single for like three years.'

'But, that's... what the result said. There's also no way it's wrong.'

'Well, there's no way it right either. If you said the embryos were five days old, then that would by more believable.'

'No, it's five weeks. We can measure them. If they were younger, we won't even be able to detect them... Wait, you said, five days, right?'

'Yep.'

'And, you're drugged around the same day.'

'Yes, I remembered.'

'Think of it, it's still possible.'

'You're telling me, the drug also made the cells inside me divide faster?'

'It could be,' she believed.

'If it does, I'm probably developing dozens of tumor by now,' I joked in disbelief.

She inhaled a breath and did not exhale, after hearing it.

'Oh, my God! Breath! I'm sorry. It's a bad joke.'

'God, yes! One more person with dark humor,' she said sarcastically.

'I'm sorry.'

'No, no. There's no need to apologize,' she glanced at the watch and continued, 'They are coming soon, so I guess, we better get out of here.'

'Can I go there with you guys?' I simply asked for permission.

'Nope. At least, if it's not for yourself, think of the unborn.'

'I told you, I'm not pregnant,' I stood up for my view.

'I said, you are,' she glared at me with the serious pair of sea-mist colored eyes.

I sighed in defeat and responded, 'Very well, then. You don't have to escort me. I'll go. Thank you for everything.'

'You're welcome.'

I took the elevator up and went back down by stairs. She repeated that, I had twins, but I just could not convince myself that I was. I secretly boarded the aircraft because I had already made up my mind.

A/N:

Dear Readers,

These are questions, I made up. Hope it answers some of your curiosity. (Please read the chapter first, or else this would be a spoiler.)

Q1: Why did she suddenly become a vampire?

A1: After reading the chapter, you will know that, she is going against the League of Assassins. Because she is just a normal human being with kendo, karate, and gun skills, I do not believe, she will not last an hour in the den. Therefore, being a vampire is just a power up for her at the meantime.

Q2: What is psychometry? And why?

A2: I gathered information through the internet, mostly Wiki, and found out that vampires can have psychic abilities from magic. I decide to choose psychometry as the ability for her because she usually observe people's history through sight and touch. In addition, an easy way to interpret, a person with psychometry will be able to sense an object's history though physical contact. It comes in handy because I do not think, the League of Assassins will leave any solid evidence out, if they captured someone.

Q3: Why vampire?

A3: I tried to find a new drug name that started with V to follow the Viper and Venom. Then, I saw this one DC's Arrow issue about werewolves, so I went down the path of mythical creature, instead of poison. I also want her to keep the beautiful human form, so that was why she becomes genetically-made vampire. Because she is genetically-made, I just mush all the cool stuff I like her to be from various sources of vampire. Cool stuff, I mentioned, apparently included burning in the sun and also the touch of silver.

Q4: So is she, or is she not, pregnant?

A4: I am still in the middle of the decision.

Q5: What is the answer to the puzzle, "E ILOO UVY."?

A5: "I LOVE YOU." in alphabetical order, so Leelee is correct.

Sincerely,

Anon001