Title:
Thank you for these gifts.
Author:
Brendan Storm
Disclaimer:
Yada Yada DC comics
Archive:
Uh, if ya wanna, gopher it and drop me a note.
Rating: G
Continuity:
Comic
Warnings:
Spelling Nazis please note, this is how it's supposed to look.
Kleenex
Warning: Half a sheet, not too good with the sentimental.
*** *** ***
"You want me to give this to him? Don't you think
Batman should.."
"No, you son of Bat, I daughter
of him, you give for me." Cassandra held the letter to me and I
sighed.
"Alright Cass, but I don't know
where he'll be." She handed me an address and smiled. Then she
hugged me and pulled the mask back into place. I looked down at the
writing. The letters were of first grade quality, but she'd been getting
better.
To David
Cain, from Cassandra.
I fired a jump line and headed for the address on the
paper. If she said he'd be there then he'd be there.
*** *** ***
A few hours
later.
"Look, I didn't come here for a fight!"
Shots whizzed over my head. "She gave me this, for you!"
I tossed the letter in the window and quickly beat feet out of the area.
Not my thing, not my gig, and if Bruce wants him, he'd have told me to
apprehend him. I secured myself a safe place and dialed up the magnification
on my mask lenses watching the letter. Cain read it, I thought I saw a
tear. Then he dropped it and was gone.
So I'm curious, how do you think I
lasted this long as second greatest detective. I hopped down and
retrieved it.
*** *** ***
Dear David,
I very new at this kind of
commmunicating. My new family is helping me lern and understan to speak
and to write. Today is Father's Day and Batman eksplained it to me as a
day to tank fathers for everything they've done.
Thank you. I did not get the
same father my friend Tim has, or the father Nightwing has, but you teached me
and you made me what i am. I now am being teached how to use
the gifts you teached. You not good man, but you are father to
me.
Love,
Cassandra
*** *** ***
I was right, there were tears on the paper. Too bad that
Father's Day was last Sunday. Bruce forgot to remind me again. I
put the paper in a pouch and headed back to the cave. Someone would have
to be told what he means to me. If he liked it or not.
FIN
