No this was not a good time to panic, definitely not, but I couldn't help it, I was panicking. It was late in the day and Terry hadn't so much as called. He didn't sleep at his house last night according to Bruce who had talked to his mother. I had called Max's about thirty times but still no one picked up. I was getting worried. Earlier that day I had checked my email and a strange address was on it, I didn't recognize it.
Dear Kathryn,
I know who you are and I know where you are.
It shook me to the bone and sent shivers racing up and down my spine. I closed it immediately and tried to convince myself that it was probably just a prank, a harmless joke but the glaring name of Crime Lord kept gripping me. I sat in my usual spot in the Wayne mansion, the living room oversized chair. The book in my lap kept falling to the floor and I kept picking it up but only half aware. If Crime Lord knew where I was then he also knew about Terry and Bruce, which meant at the present moment they were all in serious danger.
"Where the heck is Terry." I said aloud to the air. It was more of a frustrated statement than a question of course there was no answer. I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and ran down to the Batcave where Bruce was calmly sitting at the batcomputer. He turned as if he had expected me all along.
"I think you should go over to Max's. He might be there." I cast him a thankful glance with my eyes before bounding up the stairs and into Bruce's car. When I got to Max's I noticed Terry's bike sitting unmoved in the driveway. I walked up and knocked on the door but as soon as I touched it it began to open. I pushed it softly.
"Hello?" I looked around but I couldn't hear or see anything. I walked slowly and cautiously into the living room. It was dark and I found it off that the lights were off. There I saw them, I just stood and stared, I couldn't say anything. I didn't have too, they saw me. Terry untangled himself from Max's arms, from the place they were about to kiss , right before my eyes. Max scooted over to the opposite edge of the couch and played with her hands, not even looking up.
"Kat! What are you doing here?" Terry asked with a deer caught in the headlights look.
"Um…well…you should probably get back…Bruce needs us…when you're done…here." With that I turned and walked out of the door while trying not to blow up in anger. He hadn't picked up the phone when I called because he was doing who knows what.
"Kat, It wasn't what it looked like-.." He said when he caught up with me.
I whirled around and he almost slammed into my back. "Is it just me or do you continue to get more and more insensitive as you age. I must have called at least thirty times and you didn't even pick up the phone to call because you were too busy doing god knows what-…"
I noticed that he hadn't said anything and stopped. He was staring behind me into the distance and it pissed me off that he wasn't paying attention.
"Are you even listening to me?" I said just below a shout. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into the alley between Max's apartment building and the next one. He had his arm around my waist and I instinctively yanked away from his grasp.
"Terry what the-…"He clapped a hand around my mouth.
"Shut up, Kat!" Terry whispered harshly and then slowly removed his hand from my mouth. He pressed himself against the wall and motioned for me to follow suit. It was all completely ridiculous and probably just someway for him to stall the tongue lashing that I almost gave him. He tapped my shoulder and then pointed. I almost fainted at the sight.
A whisper of air escaped my lips and they were weighted with the word, "Blake."