Author's rant: Batgirl? Linda? I don't think I would do that. She doesn't really seem to fit the "Batgirl persona" to me. Never really thought of her as Batgirl. Sure it crossed my mind but again. Didn't fit. Ah well. Keep reveiwing and telling me what you think and all that.
And reveiwer Margo little note to ya. Thanks for reveiwing and what not but the whole "unreal" thing... Well part of writing is suspending reality. Also it seems a wee bit to coincidental that Terry would happen to wander into the library of the Wayne mansion and by total accident stumble into the cave himself. If they can be so darned unreal in the show I can be down right nutty in my fic. ^_^
Chapter 5
"You're saying she swam through that storm?" Terry asked, trying to keep his voice down in spite of his initial shock. His clear blue eyes turned to Linda, questioning wether or not she was capable of such a feat.
"Thats what she's told me. I don't know for certain that she's telling us the truth." Bruce replied coldly. He looked to Terry, wondering if he had a solution to this problem. Children were never his real speciality, never had been. That was a bonus of having Batgirl around, she could handle them. Wether she needed to be rough or gentle she always seemed to get it right in there case. "We can't call Barbara about this."
"Who said we were going to?" Terry looked back to his mentor. "Bruce, we can't just keep her here forever."
"I know..." The older man lowered his head in thought. He shook his head and sighed. "She'll have to stay here for a few days for us to figure something out."
"No way. What I am supposed to do? Go to school and just leave you here with her?" Terry protested.
"She's not a seriel killer, Terry and I am not helpless." Bruce replied. "And of course I have Ace." He added when he heard his dogs sharp whine. "I'll see you tomorrow, Terry." The last statment was clearly the end of the conversation and no matter how much Terry protested he knew the old mans mind was made up.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder and giving Linda one last look he turned up the stairs to leave.
Linda's eyes slowly opened and she found herself in a bed. Slowly the previous nights events caught up with her and she realized where she was. Like the exterior of the Wayne manor, this room seemed dark and forboding not to mention huge. Pushing the dull white blanket from off of her and found herself without her jacket. Again slow realization as she realized she'd left it in the cave when Mr. Wayne had led her here. Walking to the window she wondered just what could have possessed her not to run last night. She didn't want to be in this house. It was so... Reminecent of bad horror films.
Searching the the memory of last night, which was blurred because of exhaustion, she tried to remember the way back to the cave for her jacket. She remembered a clock but that was pretty much it. Sighing, she wondered if they purposely kept her up until the wee small hours of the mornings just so that she wouldn't remember. 'Nah. I already know their secret so whats the point in that?'
Leaving her sneakers by the bed she walked into the hall in stocking feet. As crept through the halls she heard a low whining sound. Ace. Following the direction of the sounds she found a small study, Ace crying inside and Mr. Wayne unconscience on the floor.
And reveiwer Margo little note to ya. Thanks for reveiwing and what not but the whole "unreal" thing... Well part of writing is suspending reality. Also it seems a wee bit to coincidental that Terry would happen to wander into the library of the Wayne mansion and by total accident stumble into the cave himself. If they can be so darned unreal in the show I can be down right nutty in my fic. ^_^
Chapter 5
"You're saying she swam through that storm?" Terry asked, trying to keep his voice down in spite of his initial shock. His clear blue eyes turned to Linda, questioning wether or not she was capable of such a feat.
"Thats what she's told me. I don't know for certain that she's telling us the truth." Bruce replied coldly. He looked to Terry, wondering if he had a solution to this problem. Children were never his real speciality, never had been. That was a bonus of having Batgirl around, she could handle them. Wether she needed to be rough or gentle she always seemed to get it right in there case. "We can't call Barbara about this."
"Who said we were going to?" Terry looked back to his mentor. "Bruce, we can't just keep her here forever."
"I know..." The older man lowered his head in thought. He shook his head and sighed. "She'll have to stay here for a few days for us to figure something out."
"No way. What I am supposed to do? Go to school and just leave you here with her?" Terry protested.
"She's not a seriel killer, Terry and I am not helpless." Bruce replied. "And of course I have Ace." He added when he heard his dogs sharp whine. "I'll see you tomorrow, Terry." The last statment was clearly the end of the conversation and no matter how much Terry protested he knew the old mans mind was made up.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder and giving Linda one last look he turned up the stairs to leave.
Linda's eyes slowly opened and she found herself in a bed. Slowly the previous nights events caught up with her and she realized where she was. Like the exterior of the Wayne manor, this room seemed dark and forboding not to mention huge. Pushing the dull white blanket from off of her and found herself without her jacket. Again slow realization as she realized she'd left it in the cave when Mr. Wayne had led her here. Walking to the window she wondered just what could have possessed her not to run last night. She didn't want to be in this house. It was so... Reminecent of bad horror films.
Searching the the memory of last night, which was blurred because of exhaustion, she tried to remember the way back to the cave for her jacket. She remembered a clock but that was pretty much it. Sighing, she wondered if they purposely kept her up until the wee small hours of the mornings just so that she wouldn't remember. 'Nah. I already know their secret so whats the point in that?'
Leaving her sneakers by the bed she walked into the hall in stocking feet. As crept through the halls she heard a low whining sound. Ace. Following the direction of the sounds she found a small study, Ace crying inside and Mr. Wayne unconscience on the floor.