A/N: Hiya!  My first Batman Fic!  Fun!  Anyway, this is suppose to be a love fic (for who? Hmm…take a guess…).  So, have fun and enjoy reading it!

No Escape: The Troubled and The Slacking:

The moonlight streamed across the rooftops, deeply contrasting the shadows that lurked in the nooks and corners.  The full moon hung in the darkened sky, boasting of its luminous nature and enormity while the streetlights, down below, shrunk their own light back in fear of offending the heavenly object above.  Further down, a bustling crowd of flesh and mechanics fled to and for, each with a set destination in mind, occasionally breaking their busy travels to dreamily gaze upward at the beautiful, round object.

            But, to Batman, none of this pleased or comforted.  His mind to plagued, he hastily leaped across the moonlit path, a dancing, darkened ghost.

            "I have to slow down…"

            Contrary to thought, he sped up, slowly distorting into a dark blur.  He continued on in this manner until the inevitable occurred, the path ended giving way to an enormous, artificially lit gap.

            "Damn…"  The cloaked figure muttered, slowly trotting over to the edge of the building.  Crouching, he overlooked the crowded street below, enraptured in his own thoughts.

He knew this feeling intimately…what was it called?  Ah yes, loneliness…

A frustrated sigh escaped through his lips as a hand covered the lower portion of his face.  Slipping his hand downward until totally off his face, the wish for a distraction came to mind.  In response to his plea, a warm wind carried a distant cry for salvation.

"Time to go to work…"  Batman stated as he grabbed for his grappler.  With one push of a button, he was off, soaring above the hectic streets of Gotham.

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Meanwhile, at the Wayne Mansion…

The house echoed with Silence.  Up and down the grand halls She wandered, content to finally be free.  Luckily, Alfred had long since stepped out to attend to the weekly grocery shopping while the multi-millionaire had left, decorated in his trademark spandex, reeking of an over-active mind.  Silence extended her arms and fled throughout the halls, laughing wickedly.  She approached the main staircase and, hopping two-by-two down the stairwell into the spacious living room, halted due to a sudden presence of her twin, Sound.  The unheard goddess cursed herself for absentmindedly forgetting to calculate Tim Drake into her equation. He was curled into Bruce's much-preferred arm chair fixated on the blaring box in front of him, cluelessly shoveling assorted cupcakes into that crater he claimed to be his mouth.  Sound approached her sister and smirked, unspokenly declaring this territory as hers and Silence, accepting this, slowly made her way back up the stairs.  How blue She must have felt to have her freedom, which was not granted often, limited.  At the top of the stairwell, she starred down a long, dark hallway.  Ah well, there was the rest of the house. 

As for the youth, the events that took place went unseen and unheard, partly due to the goddesses concealing themselves and the other contributing half was "The Creeping Terror."  That certain movie had completely engulfed his mind, displaying no warnings of unhooking its mental grasp.  Of course, Tim was not suppose to be in that certain situation but, was thought by his peers, to be finishing those gracious gifts his teachers blessed him with that Friday afternoon.  Little did they know Tim, who, could not be parted with an afternoon filled to the brim with science fiction, no matter how many orders were placed on his shoulders.

            So far, the Terror had succeeded in consuming a good number of people and yet, its hunger still persisted.  Luckily, it spotted another victim as the it crept up on Gray Wilson, a pudgy and gentle fellow.

"That's right!  Waddle fat man, waddle!"

            Poor Gray fled, hoping to escape the hungry jaws of the monster.

"You'll never ever get away!  Ha!  Oops…looks like your roundness increased gravity down that hill…too bad!"

Unfortunately, the Creeping Terror cornered Mr. Wilson and advanced on him, preparing to devour him, his size undaunting on the monster.

Just as the monster was about to strike, Tim was snapped out of his reverie to a ringing phone. 

"Damn!  Just when it was getting good…"  The raven-haired boy grudgingly lifted himself out of the couch as he recalled that the phone was solely the only con to possessing the enormous estate.  He quickly bounded over to the kitchen where the nearest jack was positioned. 

"Hello?"

"Uhm…hi…is this the Wayne residence?"  The timid voice of a woman answered.

"Yeah…and?"  Tim was annoyed and had no trouble revealing his true feelings to this caller.

"Oh…"  The caller hesitated, clearly taken aback by the rudeness shown to her, "…well, can I leave a message?"

A blood curdling scream resonated through the mansion, "Oh no…He got Miss Cordelia…damn it!  I missed it!"  Tim sighed, "Yeah, whatever…"  And hastily retrieved a pen and paper, fully dreading this conversation.

"Could you tell Bruce to call Tripsy back?"

"Call…Tripsy…back…" He mentally replayed while he wrote, "Tripsy?"

"Yeah…" The caller agreed shyly, "He'll know what I mean.  Anyway, tell him that I'm staying at the Embassy Suites in downtown Gotham.  There's only one and I have no idea what road this building is on.  Oh yeah, and my room number is 32.  That would help out a lot…"

"Uh…huh…" In record time Tim had all the needed information transferred into ink.  Another roar replaced the silence, followed by a crash, increasing Tim's impatience.

"Hey, thanks!"

"Yeah, yeah!  Goodbye!"  Slamming the phone back on the jack and rushing into the living room, Tim managed to catch the finale of Miss Cordelia Gumburts life right before the monster pounced on her.  He curled back up into Bruce's chair, "Oh good…I didn't miss too much."

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A/N(again): Ok, so, what did you think?  Good? Bad? Somewhere in the middle?  Let me know what you think!  Also, if you want to know what "The Creeping Terror" is, it's an old 60's movie B-movie that's incredibly hilarious!  It's not meant to be but…well…it ends up being that way…If you want more info, just go here: http://shopping.yahoo.com/shop?d=v&id=1800412424