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Chapter 2
A sharp chill ran up Linda's spine as she continued to climb the stairs. Partially from the fact that she was soaked to the bone and partially because of the darkness that covered her. The only slight comfort for her to draw from was that she was in a nice open place. She was underground and while that drove her almost to panic, the fact that the cave was so vast was probobly the only thing to save her from her claustrophobia. Her breath caught in her throat when she reached the end of her journey. This place was in use at one time and still was.
Linda took slow steps towards the faint outline of a glass case. Straining her eyes to see just what was kept in them. She gasped sharply as the faint outline of the bat symbol became clear. The shivering began again, violent and uncontrollable. Being rescued by Batman and explaining to him that two men (possibly more) were after her was one thing. But to stumble across his cave? He was idolized by many of Gotham's residence, especially the younger generations but facts were facts; he wasn't known as a friendly, understanding individual.
'He's only known as one when dealing with psychoes and criminals.' She reminded herself. But the fear had already taken hold. As had the curiousity. Raking a hand through her short, light brown hair she nervously toyed with the two, long eartails as her eyes roamed the cave. A large, circular shape caught her attention and she walked towards it slowly, her legs aching from running, then swimming from the two thugs. She reached out her thin, gloved hand to touch what she could now make out as a large coin. A soft cry escaped her lips and she dove behind the coin as the sound of a door opening hit her ears. She huddled behind the coin, trying to keep her breathing steady.
"Terry." Bruce Wayne hissed a small warning to the young man. Bruce's aged eyes narrowed as the lights came on. He nodded to a few pools of water on the ground, and at the more disturbing sight of some scattered blood droplets.
Terry's eyes widened in slow realization of what this meant. Slowly his eyes followed the trail to the large, copper penny; a souvenir from Mr. Wayne's days as Batman. He glanced to his mentor, searching for some sign to check this out, although he knew it wasn't necessary. Bruce's dog released a low growl before trotting towards the coin, Terry following close behind. He watched as the mutt cornered the coin and prepared to let out a loud bark when something hit the animal back. A small figure, clad in wet clothing burst out from behind the structure only to collide head on with Terry.
The man grabbed the small figure by the arm's and jerked with suprise as the preson let out a loud yelp. Terry and Bruce could now see that it was a child. Although Terry felt odd about calling someone who looked only a few years younger then him a child. The girls mahogany colored hair fell wildly around her face as she pulled her left arm from his grip, small whimpers erupting from her. Terry glanced at his hand, which he could see a bit of blood on then back to Bruce, whose stern face even chilled him at times.
"Who are you?" Bruce demanded as he appraoched. "What are you ding in here?"
Terry winced as he felt the girl shrink away. He knew the feeling of dread from when he first entered the cave.
"Who are you?" Bruce demanded again, louder then before.
"L-linda... Linda Harin." The girl replied, trying to steady her shaking voice. As Bruce glared down on her, the girl knew every question would be answered if she wanted to leave the cave anytime in the near future. Terry motioned towards a chair, making it clear she better sit down. Even if she cooperated this could take awhile...
Chapter 2
A sharp chill ran up Linda's spine as she continued to climb the stairs. Partially from the fact that she was soaked to the bone and partially because of the darkness that covered her. The only slight comfort for her to draw from was that she was in a nice open place. She was underground and while that drove her almost to panic, the fact that the cave was so vast was probobly the only thing to save her from her claustrophobia. Her breath caught in her throat when she reached the end of her journey. This place was in use at one time and still was.
Linda took slow steps towards the faint outline of a glass case. Straining her eyes to see just what was kept in them. She gasped sharply as the faint outline of the bat symbol became clear. The shivering began again, violent and uncontrollable. Being rescued by Batman and explaining to him that two men (possibly more) were after her was one thing. But to stumble across his cave? He was idolized by many of Gotham's residence, especially the younger generations but facts were facts; he wasn't known as a friendly, understanding individual.
'He's only known as one when dealing with psychoes and criminals.' She reminded herself. But the fear had already taken hold. As had the curiousity. Raking a hand through her short, light brown hair she nervously toyed with the two, long eartails as her eyes roamed the cave. A large, circular shape caught her attention and she walked towards it slowly, her legs aching from running, then swimming from the two thugs. She reached out her thin, gloved hand to touch what she could now make out as a large coin. A soft cry escaped her lips and she dove behind the coin as the sound of a door opening hit her ears. She huddled behind the coin, trying to keep her breathing steady.
"Terry." Bruce Wayne hissed a small warning to the young man. Bruce's aged eyes narrowed as the lights came on. He nodded to a few pools of water on the ground, and at the more disturbing sight of some scattered blood droplets.
Terry's eyes widened in slow realization of what this meant. Slowly his eyes followed the trail to the large, copper penny; a souvenir from Mr. Wayne's days as Batman. He glanced to his mentor, searching for some sign to check this out, although he knew it wasn't necessary. Bruce's dog released a low growl before trotting towards the coin, Terry following close behind. He watched as the mutt cornered the coin and prepared to let out a loud bark when something hit the animal back. A small figure, clad in wet clothing burst out from behind the structure only to collide head on with Terry.
The man grabbed the small figure by the arm's and jerked with suprise as the preson let out a loud yelp. Terry and Bruce could now see that it was a child. Although Terry felt odd about calling someone who looked only a few years younger then him a child. The girls mahogany colored hair fell wildly around her face as she pulled her left arm from his grip, small whimpers erupting from her. Terry glanced at his hand, which he could see a bit of blood on then back to Bruce, whose stern face even chilled him at times.
"Who are you?" Bruce demanded as he appraoched. "What are you ding in here?"
Terry winced as he felt the girl shrink away. He knew the feeling of dread from when he first entered the cave.
"Who are you?" Bruce demanded again, louder then before.
"L-linda... Linda Harin." The girl replied, trying to steady her shaking voice. As Bruce glared down on her, the girl knew every question would be answered if she wanted to leave the cave anytime in the near future. Terry motioned towards a chair, making it clear she better sit down. Even if she cooperated this could take awhile...