Author's Note: Kinda short, and it switches POVs rather often...More
next time.^_^
See Chapter One for Disclamer.
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*~*Greyscale Rainbows*~*
Chapter Three
Anymore it seemed that everytime she went out on a date, her
boyfriend's cell phone rang. Dana Tan loathed that cell phone. Utter hatred
for it ran through her veins when she thought of her date with Terry McGinnis two nights
before. They had just sat down to order at a very nice restuarant downtown, when the
cell phone rang. And then he'd left with his little, "Duty calls, Mr.
Wayne needs me," bit. Well, she thought, maybe next time will be
different. Who cares that she'd eaten dinner alone, while happy couples
surrounded her. She really didn't like that damn phone. Next time will be
different, she assured herself as she picked up the phone to make the date. She
dialed Terry's number and waited with tension as the phone rang...once...twice...
"Hello, McGinnis residence," answered the tired but
cheery voice of Mary McGinnis.
"Hi Mrs. McGinnis, this is Dana. Is Terry there?"
"I'm sorry Dana, he's at work. I'm not sure when he'll be
back," Dana could hear the woman's concren for her son's well-being in her
voice.
"Oh..." her disappointment rang clear.
"Could you tell him I called then?"
"Of course. I'll let him know the moment he gets
home," the woman's voice was back to its weary contentness.
"Thanks, bye Mrs. McGinnis," she waited until the other
woman had said farewell and hung up the phone before she slowly set her own receiver
down. She sat down on her bed, dissapointment and sadness filling her. I
wonder what he could be doing for that lousy old man.
The black-clad woman could feel the bullet tear through her right
shoulder and lodge within it. The pain was blinding and numbing, absolute pain
radiated from the open wound. She fell backward and hit something--someone, she
remembered. Batman. She couldn't let an innocent die because of her.
Though Batman probably was not entirely innocent, he had nothing to do with her
quarrel. It was still a stupid move, a small voice told her from within.
She was losing too much blood, she realized as Batman caught her. She tried
to pull away and stand on her own, her breath coming in short gasps. Then the world
went black, and she fell backward once more.
Powers watched as the girl fainted against the Bat. Stupid
girl, it doesn't matter anyway. Batman was distracted, he didn't notice that his
head was in Powers' sights until it was too late. He pulled the trigger back,
savoring Batman's defeat.
'Click'. The bottom dropped out of his stomach. He looked
down at the gun, pulling the trigger once more. 'Click'. Both chambers were
empty. He'd gone through another of the chambers before he realized Batman and the
girl were gone.
"Thanks for sending my ride," the Knight told his predecessor
as he jumped through the window of Powers' secretary and into the Batmobile. He
still held the unconscious girl. It wasn't a comfortable ride with two people, and
Terry was itching to go back in and give Paxton a piece of his mind. Being shot at
wasn't on his list of favorite things to do. But whoever the thief was, she needed
medical attention, and she'd just saved his life.
"What should I do with her?" he asked Wayne as the
Batmobile began to move.
Wayne paused before answering. "I think we'll be able to
handle her here."
"The Batcave? Bu..." Terry didn't even
finish his protest, just sighed and punched in the coordinates. Which involved some
difficulty, for the unconscious girl was still on his lap.
A few hours later, Wayne had finished mending the girl's wound.
She had been lucky, the bullet had missed any bones, lodging before it reached her
shoulder blade. Wayne had a fair knowledge of medicine, from the many times someone
had come home from a night's work injured. The girl was still unconscious, and he'd
had Terry put her in one of the interior rooms of the Manor. He was still searching
for her identity, and one corner of the large moniter in front of him was reserved for the
girl's room. He wanted to know when she woke up. He had a few questions for
her when she woke up.
Isis smiled at the woman cooking lunch in the kitchen. The woman
who'd been like a mother to her for so long. *This is a dream, it's always a
dream* her half-conscious thoughts told her. She ignored them, and walked
outside into the heat of the jungle. She had a book with her, to read by the
river. Suddenly a shot rang out from the house. She froze, and then turned
slowly. She tried to run to the house, to find out what was wrong. But she
couldn't go faster than an unbearably slow walk. She reached the door, and whatever
had been holding her back let her go. She raced into the kitchen. The woman
lay there, in a pool of her own blood. She was dead. Isis gasped and awoke
with a start.
The woman's eyes opened behind her mask. She sat up, not
recognizing her surroundings and groaned in pain as her sore shoulder told her exactly
what it thought of quick movements. She looked around, taking in everything that she
could. The room wasn't large. The walls were papered in a floral pattern and
barren of decoration. She sat on a twin sized bed, a nightstand and lamp to her
right. A chest of drawers sat against one wall. There were no windows.
Her catsuit had been cut off around her injured shoulder, and her arm had been
bandaged. By who? She wondered. Whoever survived, obviously, she
chided herself.
She started when the door opened, hand flying back to where her sword
should have been before she could remeber that she didn't have it. Batman stood at
the door. She glared at the black-suited Knight. If it weren't for him
everything would've been perfect.
"I've got a few questions, if you're up to it," at the
statement anger rose within her. He had questions?
"And if I don't want to answer them?" She spat the words back
at him.
"You're going to jail anyway, why not ease the
sentence?" His eyes had narrowed.
The realization hit her hard. He was right. She looked
away, then down to the floor.
"Powers is a murderer. I've got to proove it. Though
killing him would be a better option," she met the eyeholes in the suit with a
cold look.
Batman paused for a moment, as if listening for something.
"So what happened?"
"Big scandel. There were several theories that he was
dumping toxic waste into a heavily used river. All public reports published by
Wayne-Powers state that they could find no pollutive agents in anything that they
dumped. They were lying. People who figured out the scam...dissapeared."
He held out a hand. "Maybe I can help find some proof,
then."
The woman let the surprise show in her eyes for only a moment before
she took his hand. "Maybe you can," her voice was near a wisper.
"So what do you call yourself?" He asked as he helped
her up.
"I'm..." she paused. She didn't really have a name for
herself. She thought back to those who had been wronged in South America, those who
had been her friends. "I'm Smoke."
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Well, that was a rather small appearance by Dana, but she'll show up again in the next chapter. So will Max.^_^ Hope you enjoyed it.