Chapter 2



"Nice night McGinnes?" Bruce Wayne retorted grumpily.

Terry looked at his employer, "Excuse me?"

"You're late," he snapped, and then sighed, "I hope you learned something valuable."

Terry nodded, "She knows about the shipments…"

"That's all?" he snapped, folding his arms. His doberman's ears perked, and growled.

"All for tonight," Terry said, unzipping his suit.

"So you're going back?"

"Yes," Terry snapped haughtily. Bruce laughed, shaking his head.

"Cocky youth. Bless your heart," he said, leaving Terry alone. Terry swallowed, and dressed to go home.

* * * * * *

Maxine yawned as Dionne approached her.

"Heya Di. How was your night?"

Dionne grinned coyly, "It was interesting," she spoke lowly.

Maxine arched a brow, and before the thought could form, Terry walked over.

"Ladies," he said flirtatiously. Maxine's eyes flared, and Terry's shined.

"Hello, McGinnis. How was your nite?" Dionne flipped the switch on him.

He was caught a bit off guard, but didn't dare show it, "Interesting," he said, looking at Maxine, "Can you excuse us for a sec?"

Dionne nodded, "Meet me back in the recess hall Max,"

Maxine nodded, and Dionne walked off.

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"Alright, Terry. What did you do?" Maxine asked knowingly.

"What do you mean?" he inquired innocently.

"You talked to her…no harassed her, didn't you?"

Terry looked hurt, "Did not!"

Maxine put on a knowing face, "Come on, you can bullshit anyone else but me. So don't try it,"

Terry laughed, "Alright, alright. Maybe I did pay her a visit," he said lowly.

Maxine rolled her eyes, "Terry!"

He shrugged, "Hey, I'm going back tonight too. I get a bit of information,"

"And she gets?"

He narrowed his eyes, "What she wants,"

Max arched a brow, "And that is?"

"Batman,"

* * * * * *

Maxine found Dionne waiting at the patio. She was sitting with her legs crossed; chillin like a villain…Max frowned.

"Turn the frown upside down…what's with me and catch phrases today," Dionne added.

Maxine couldn't help but smile a bit, "Hey, you know, you never told me what made your night so interesting…"

Dionne arched a brow, "Promise you wont laugh?"

"I promise,"

"Alright…I got a visit from Batman," she said, myst in her voice. Her eyes glazed over, and she dreamed of the past night, seeing what Maxine could not.

"Really? What did he want?"

Dionne winked, "I'll allow your immagination to wonder,"

Max laughed now, and Dionne laughed with her for a moment.

"And oddly, I think he'll be back tonight," Dionne said, lowering her voice to a coy seductive tone.

"That confident?" Maxine said, arching a brow.

"Just a hunch," she said, holding her books to her chest, and sauntering off next to Maxine.

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Carlos typed in information into his program, and a black and white picture of his daughter appeared. She was walking next to an intriguing looking girl.

"Hm…she could probably be useful," he thought aloud.

He admired her, and then focused on his daughter again, "You've been very bad, Di…" he said with a chuckle, "And now you're coming home,"

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Later…

Bruce watched Terry slip into the room to suite up. He looked at Dionne's suite, and she was in the shower. He locked his camera to see into her room. Everything was clean, not a bug in sight.

"Clean?" Terry asked, popping up next to him.

"Yes. There is a possibility of the phone being bugged, though," he admitted, "Try to watch out for it. Disconnect it once you arrive,"

Terry nodded, "Fine by me. Other than that?"

"All systems go,"

Terry nodded, "Later, Mr. Wayne," he said, dashing out the window.

Bruce sighed, and then watched Dionne. She came from the shower, and her hair fell from its towel. She kept the terry cloth robe around her, and then placed a microscopic button under her mattress. She smiled, and started to strip. Bruce closed off the program. He narrowed his eyes, and hurriedly tried to contact Terry.

* * * * *

Later…

"You're early," Dionne muttered, taking the portable headset from her ears, and resting it on top of her laptop.

He shrugged, "Sorry if I caught you off guard there," he said, arching a brow. Usually, she was flirtatious and sweet. Something was up.

"Not at all," she said, flipping off her robe. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, in crimson high heeled-sandals. He arched a brow.

"Shall we…exchange information or what?" she asked, walking closer to him. He grabbed her hands.

"What is your deal?"

She glared, "What's yours?"

Terry looked at her right ear…there was no third piercing…only a second. He slapped her. She screamed, and clawed at him. He ducked out of the way, and pulled a tear gas bomb from his side belt. He pushed her onto the bed, and tossed it at her. He quickly leaped out of her room before she could stop coughing and recover from the smoke.

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"It's not her," Terry announced, walking back into the cave. Bruce sat with his hands laced and his elbows sitting on the hand rests.

"Yes I know," he answered, turning back to his camera, "Sometime during the day, DeLavega was switched with a decoy,"

Terry swore.

"Naturally. She's currently in the company of her father," he spoke lowly, "Which is not the best condition,"

"We have to go get her," Terry said; ready to glide out of the window again.

"No. We wait," Bruce instructed, turning, and looking straight into Terry's eyes.

"Fine. We wait…but the first sign of danger…"

"We wait, McGinnis," Bruce repeated firmly.

Terry sighed, and started to pace the room.

* * * * * * *

"I told you, I didn't tell him anything!" Dionne yelled at her father. He slapped her, and then the guards roughly tossed her into a chair.

"Why is it that I don't believe you?" Carlos asked, his eyes glinting in humor as the moonlight only reflected a shadow of his hands as he sat back in his chair. His dark eyes shone in the moonlight, frightening Dionne beyond speech. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

"Because you never do, even when I'm right," she said softly. He knew just what she meant, and sighed.

"You think because of one good feeling you had that you're in my good graces?"

Dionne didn't flinch.

"Ha! Daughter, you've got a lot to learn about me," he mused.

She clenched her jaw, "Batman will come for you,"

Carlos tilted his head back, and a laugh emerged from his esophogas, "You're kidding right?" he asked between chuckles.

Dionne said nothing, showing that she was very much serious.

"A man—no, I take that back—a boy in tights or rubber, or spandex or what the hell ever he wears. He's going to come and try to kick my butt? I don't think so," he said, wagging a finger in front of her face. She glared.

"He's going to throw you in jail," she taunted.

Carlos snorted, "Oh please," he said, his tone hinting amusement.

Dionne wished someone—anyone-- were nearby.

* * * * * * *

Hours later…

Terry paced the room as Bruce typed up a few things on his master computer. The entire room was illuminated by the glow.

"Anything?" Terry asked impatiently.

"Patience is a virtue…" Bruce allowed his voice to trail off.

Terry rolled his eyes, "I can't take it anymore. I'm going after her,"

"It's no use. Her father has her locked up in his office. He's currently out, monitoring his shipments…well, he's on his way. So you have a decision to make, McGinnis. You either stop the shipments of God knows what—for all we know it could be cookie dough—or you save your girlfriend," he spoke sadistically.

Terry put on his mask, and headed toward the window.

"Make the right decision, Terry…"

Terry looked at his employer, and then leaped out the window.

Bruce sighed, deeply troubled by the decision he was almost certain Terry would make.

* * * * * * *

Terry glided over the limo, watching Carlos under the infrared camera.

"Bastard," he swore lowly, watching him chuckle, and sip champagne. He followed closely until the limo stopped. He landed on a tall building, making sure he wasn't spotted by anyone. He clicked his utility belt and went on stealth mode. He quickly turned on his monitor.

"How many have we sent so far?" Carlos demanded lowly, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and holding most of the smoke in his lungs.

"We've already sent 25. The other 25 are underway now. They should arrive by…" the slimy lizard-looking man checked his watch, and did a few figures in his head, "03 hundred,"

Carlos rolled his eyes, "Well if that's all you can do," he said, pulling a few bills from his pocket.

He examined the stack, and stammered, "Well…we could always speed it up by a few hours…depending on how much you're willing to contribute,"

Carlos pulled a few bills, and tossed it at the man, "1.000,"

"Then we can easily speed this up to…0 hundred," he said with a sly grin that exposed his yellow teeth. Carlos grinned, and headed back to his limo. Terry was used to watching things like this go down, but not when someone's life was at stake…somewhere else.

He sighed to himself, looking at his watch. Midnight meant that he had two hours. In two hours he could stop all the shipments, save Dionne, and send her bastard of a father to jail. Anything was possible, but this seemed almost too easy. Terry sighed, and glided off again.

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