Author's Note: I'M SOOO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK A LONG TIME TO POST.
Name: Molly Owens
Age:17
Hair color Auburn, medium length
Eyes: Hazel
Mild tan(like Terry's skin color, a little bit lighter)
School: Hamilton High
Um...What else do you want to know? Just asked me and I'll answer! ^_^
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High Maintenance by DaRk AnGeL
Chapter 2 - A Voice From The Past
"What is it?" a nonchalantly Bruce ask while still typing away on his computer, like always.
"I found her staring at this picture. The boy in this picture looks familiar. I'm gonna fly back with picture and some information in her room." Terry answered while staring at the picture like he somehow knew the young boy. His mind wander with hundreds of questions unanswered. Moving around and about the room very timidly.
"No, just return with the picture. I've found mild information about Molly." Bruce ordered now that he stopped typing...staring intensively and closely at the information he dug up on the computer screen.
'What are you hiding Molly? Why are you running?' as a hand under his chin rubbed back and forth, as if pondering absentmindedly.
"Sure." Terry answered. Not sure if he should invade Molly's past. Especially without her permission.
'Bruce is pretty determine to find out about Molly's past. He is not gonna stop until he finds out what he's searching for. I just hope the truth doesn't effect him.'
~Bat Cave~
"As it turns out, Molly has been running all her life. Running from somebody. She's in danger. Her past was painful. First her sister vanished, then both her parents died in an explosion. I would say that would be enough to drive a young girl insane."
"I take it she's not like most girls? Poor girl. I wonder how she can smile all the time with such agony behind her past?" Terry implied with anger at who could done so evilly to a young girl?
"She's a strong fighter. Where the picture?" Bruce outstretch his hand for Terry to laid it on his palm.
Terry reached inside his pockets and unfolded the picture.
Once the picture was in Bruce clutches, he stared wide eye in deep surprise. But quickly change back to his serious expression for Terry not to suspect him with his shock.
"It's a picture of me and my parents." Bruce compose hard not show his hurt, but his fingers couldn't help but tremble nonstop. Hoping that Terry wouldn't notice.
"What? Impossible! I thought you told me you didn't have any living relatives?" wide eyed Terry questioned. Afraid finding out about Molly's past was getting unusually eerie. 'Just who is this girl?'
"I don't. Have her come to me mansion first thing tomorrow morning. I want answers." Bruce ordered. Getting flash backs of his parent's murder.
"Okay. But...are you sure about this? I mean...come right out and asked her?" Terry asked with concerned. Concerned of what they might find out. After a few seconds added, "She's been through enough..." but never got to finish his sentence.
Silence drew between them. Finally Bruce spoke.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now go home. I need my rest." waving good-bye to Terry.
~Molly's Place~
Ding-Dong. The doorbell rang continuously. 'Man, she sleeps more than me! Come on, wake up sleeping beauty!'
Molly begin to stir. Her eyes hastily open welcoming the morning sun rays through her large window.
"What?...How?...How did I end up in here?" Molly bolted up from her warm, comfortable bed wondered how she'd ended up in her bedroom.
"I must be paranoid. One day in Gotham, and look how it effected me." Molly murmur to herself as she heard the doorbell rang for several minutes.
I opened the door to find Terry McGinnis standing outside my hotel room. He is dressed in his casual outfit. 'Wonder what he wants?'
"What are you doing here McGinnis? I thought I told you to stop following me. I DO know my way around Gotham." I asked. Afraid that this kid isn't already falling for me. I'd have to break his heart when I leave, or should I say...on the run...to hide from THEM.
"Um...I...Mr. Wayne wants to talks to you." he answered...after a few moments adding, "Right away." his eyes slowly wandered to the ground where the luxurious carpet lay.
"I beg your pardon? Mr. Wayne? Bruce Wayne?" I asked growing suspicious of how he knew and where to locate me.
"Yeah, that's him." he answered aimlessly, still staring at the carpet.
"Right now? This instant? How did he know where to locate me? Why did he send you to fetch me?" I asked again throwing numerous questions at him.
"I...um...you see...he'll explain everything to you once we get to the manor." 'I hope.' Terry thought still staring at the ground.
'What should I do? This must be some sort of trick. That's right, pulling pranks on the new girl. Oh, who cares?'
"Find. Just give me a moment to change." I answered going back in the bedroom to change, leaving Terry outside waiting.
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The ride was silence and tedious. No one spoke. I tried to make conversation with her but all she would reply with is a shrug. She hadn't said more than two words since we got in the car. I just hope she talks when she meets Mr. Wayne.
~Wayne's Mansion~
"Molly, I need you to fill in some missing information for me." Bruce implied while ushering the two young teens in the large living room.
"Mr. Wayne, I..." I stammered. Unable to reply. 'Could this be him?'
"Please, let me do the talking. First of all, someone found you staring at my picture..."
"Your picture?" I interrupted outrage! 'They invite me here just to be accuse of staring at one of their pictures?'
"Yes," he answered. Taking and unfolding a picture from his pocket.
'Daddy's picture. That's daddy's picture. How did he get it?'
"What are you doing with my father's picture?"
"Your father's? This is a picture of my mother, father, and myself. I think you have some explaining to do."
"I don't have to explain to you. How did you get it? Was it you Terry?" I furiously asked pointing an accusing finger at him. Then later adding, "Or Batman?"
I stopped them in their tracks. "Yes, I know. Don't try and be in denial. I saw him---his shadow outside my window. Did you send him there to snoop on me? What is this? Pulling pranks on the new girl?" I threw my hands up in the air.
"First of all, I want some answers! How did you get a picture of me and my family? Starting explaining Missy, or I'll do the talking to the police." Bruce ordered through gritted teeth.
*sigh* What's the use? Why don't I just confess to them? After a few moments of silence drew. Finally I spoke.
"Fine. I'll explain. It all started when I was ten, I soon learned about my sister's vanishing disappearance. Shannon, disappeared when she was just six years old. I knew I had an older sister that was missing, but didn't know why. Later when I was older, I found out by myself that my mom and dad was in danger. People were after them. Finally, at fifteen, I witness my parent's death. I was placed under a Witness Protection Program, but that didn't work long. The same people came after me, so I was forced to flee Riverbank. I've been on the run since then. ....There! Happy?!"
As soon as I was finished talking, no one utter a word for a while. Terry couldn't do anything, but sit there dazed with the information I'm filling him. Finally, Wayne spoke.
"But there are still parts missing. How did you get my picture? I've researched your past and it said your father's parents were killed and he was also forced to move to Riverbank also. Also adding he changed his family name."
I swallowed hard before continuing on. "The reason I have your picture is because..... I'm your niece." Wayne and Terry gasped. None uttered a word.
"But...I---how can this be possible?"
"Uncle Bruce...I'm not sure if I should be calling you that but....it's the truth. I'll explain why...but let me speak." I raised my right hand to stop them from interrupting before continuing. "Please save your questions and comments when I am finished. Unless I ask you a question." I ordered. "If I was going to explain my past, I would appreciated of no one interrupted me." I took a moment to catch my breath, then begin.
"When daddy was young, grandpa and grandma sent him to boarding school. They didn't tell him why, but he knew they loved him with all their heart. Only a few years later, you were born. They never told you---you had a brother...because he was always off in boarding school. They thought to be on the safe side, let you think that you're their only child. Do you remember around Christmas time when a boy named Thomas visited?" I asked Uncle Bruce.
"Yes, every Christmas he would come and visit. We would always get along. Although when Christmas was over, he had to return to boarding school." he answered. Gloomy, gray eyes looked at me.
"Yes, that was daddy. All three of them knew that you are brothers. But none said anything. One summer, when daddy was packing to go home for summer vacation, he received a message implying that his mother and father was shot. He couldn't go back home. So he stayed in Riverbank. Using grandpa's money, he finished school and college. He started his own company. Became Chairman and CEO. Made billions. Although he didn't keep the family name, Wayne, he changed that to Owens. He never told me why, just that people were after him. Of course, he met mom. They wed. Although it didn't last long when their joy was demolish by Shannon's disappearance. Until I was born two years later, our life was back on track once again. It's seems like déjà vu happen all over. Mom was kidnap. For months we search. Daddy and I. Until we found mom held at an abandon warehouse. Daddy thought it was time to tell me about grandpa, grandma, and you. He told me if anything should happen to him when he went in the warehouse to rescue mom, and they don't come back alive. I should go to Gotham to look for you. Well, they didn't come out alive. There was a ticking time bomb set, they died in the explosion. For weeks, I mourn. Till one day, I came to my senses. I gather my stuff, swearing that I will find Shannon, avenge the death of my parents, and find you." I stopped. Catching my breath.
"But one thing I'm confused is...if you were born back in Mr. Wayne's time---shouldn't you be like 40 or 50 something right now?" Terry asked very much confused.
"That's just the thing. Every time I'd bring that up...he always refer to the time machine that he built that he and mom traveled to the future to hide. I think it's still there..." I reached out of my pockets for the little disc that held the information on it.
"So your saying that Thomas, my young child hood friend is my brother? Still hard to believe. You're my niece?" Uncle Bruce inquire suspiciously.
"I know it seems hard to believe. But believe me, I was also shocked. About the time machine, do you think you could figure what it means on the disc? I mean, maybe...I could go back in time and prevent mom and dad's death."
"I'll take a look at it. I'll try to see f I can re-built a replica of it."
For the rest of the morning, all three of us sat in the same position in the living room. I told them everything they needed and wanted to know. I told them how hard it was for me to locate Uncle Bruce, and how I'd given up hope that my sister is long gone. Sometime around the afternoon, Uncle Bruce finally believe everything. He finally let me in his heart. He said I could move in the mansion with him. I believe I will. Although, I still think he has suspicions about me. Of course, it took me all this time to find him, I could see him run test on me and my past to see if I'm really his niece. Bringing joy and laughter in to this melancholy manor will be what Uncle Bruce yearn for such a long time. I feel like I'm home. I finally found a home that I'd feel safe to live in.
I'd finally found my family.
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Sorry this chapter was so tedious. It's just that Molly's past and his father's was hard to explain. But if you are still confused about some information her past, e-mail me and I'll try my best to explain it. So...did Molly turn out of who you expected her to be? Next part the real adventure begins! Till then, laterz! ~DaRk AnGeL~