Abby sat in her room, no correction the room she was using in Bruce Wayne's house, reading a magazine as Tim came in after getting home from school. "Hey! Are you sick or something?"
"No, I just didn't feel like watching television today," she smiled as he started jumping on her bed forcing her to stop reading since she was laying on the bed also. "All right that's it," she said and grabbed him starting to tickle him; Tim laughed uncontrollably and Abby found herself laughing to. "Say uncle!" She laughed at him as he tried to wiggle free.
"Never!" He laughed swinging a punch at her.
"Whoa there tiger!" She said getting a better hold on him and tickling like crazy; "say uncle!"
"All right, all right! Uncle!" Tim gasped for air. Abby shook her head getting off of him as she saw a shadow move away from the door. She wondered what it was but didn't say anything to Tim about it. "Abby? Come on Abby! It was my last day today! I can stay up as late as I want!" The boy said smiling from ear to ear.
"You're not excited at all, are you Tim?" She smiled.
Tim stuck out his tongue as he got off the bed; "Abby please, come on I want to do something."
She shook her head standing; "well technically you'll be a freshman next year and I'll be a senior so how about we try a swirly?"
"Only if I get to give it," he smiled devilishly.
"All right, how about I take you to that teen club downtown what's it called? 416," she asked.
"416? You want to go to 416!" He smiled; "this is great." He smiled jumping around and then ran to his room.
Abby smiled to herself as she pulled out her bag putting on her tight black low-riders and a tight lacey red top where the sleeves were slashed to the shoulders. She applied sparkly red make-up and some lip gloss; "Are you ready Tim?"
"Which tie should I wear?" He asked coming into her room with a white shirt and dress pants on.
"No, no, no," she told him; "follow me." They walked backed to his room and Abby threw open his closet pulling out a pair of charcoal pants which were less formal, a deep blue tee which was tight fitting, a high ranked black belt and a pair of comfortable leather shoes. "Now I'll be down stairs picking out a car. Come down when your ready," she told him as she headed for the kitchen.
Alfred smiled as she entered; "miss Abbrielle what would you like for dinner?"
"Well, I promised I would take out Tim to this new dance place so we won't be here for dinner," she told him.
"Why could it not be tomorrow night?" Alfred asked frowning.
"Please Alfred," she begged; "he's up stairs right now getting dressed. I would of asked if I thought you had any objections, please Alfred."
"All right miss," he sighed; "I will leave a pizza for you in the oven."
"Thank you Alfred," she cried running over and hugging him.
He gently patted her on the back; "will you be needing me to drive you?"
"No Alfred, I'm just going to drive us," she smiled.
"You've never driven in Gothum before, are you sure you'll be alright?" He asked concerned.
"I'll manage," she smiled as she left for the garage.
"I'm sorry sir," Alfred said as the door from the dinning room opened.
Bruce forced a smile; "I shouldn't have expected anything. I'll be down in the cave for the rest of the night." He said before leaving for his hide away.
"Hey Tim, come here!" Abby called from the juice bar. Tim pulled himself away from two girls who where sandwhiching him. "Enjoying yourself?" She smiled as her drink got there.
"They want me to go home with them," he said as a juice waas placed in front of him.
"Did you tell them how old you are?" She smiled devilishly.
"Yes," he shivered; "they said they wanted to 'break me in.' I want to get out of here."
"Alright," Abby laughed; "you could of just told them I was your date." As she grabbed the keys to the motorcycle they had ridden and started for the door.
"Hey sweety, I thought you would come home with me?" A voice said as they got to the bike. The tall blond grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in; "come on sweets, we could have a good time."
"Let her go!" Tim said taking a fighting stand.
"Get out junior," the blond snapped.
"Hey I thought we were talking," Abby cooed to the blond and he smiled down at her rubbing her back. He ran his fingers up her back and touched the sleeves that were really slits; "do you like to play ruff?"
She punched him hard as he ripped off her left sleeve; "yeah I do."
He held his nose as blood came through his fingers; "you bitch!"
Abby smiled; "sorry I don't like blonds. And no I'm not, only a bitch would even think about sleeping with a slime-ball like you."
The blond whistled down the alley and five more appeared, ready and on bikes. "Still want to say no?" He smiled evilly.
"Tim get on the bike," she commanded glaring at the blond. Jumping on the bike she revved the engine and took off.
"Abby they aren't going to give up that easy," Tim told her as they whipped around the corner.
She heard them come around the corner; "hold on," she warned as she opened up the engine on the bike. She went towards the bridge that went across the harbor. "Pull the switch Tim!" She commanded and she was so forceful he did as he was told. Tim was about to ask what he just did but noticed when he looked back the bridge was going up as they drove on. "How much do you weigh Tim?"
"One forty five," he called as the wind whipped past; he looked back to see a few of the punks had enough courage to chase them up the bridge. He turned back just as the bike left the left side of the bridge; "holy shit," he breathed.
She slowed the engine and five heart-stopping seconds later they landed safely on the other side. Abby moved around the gates and truned the motorcycle so she could see if any had made it across, none had. She sped away again and didn't stop until they were on top of the hill which over looked the Wayne estate. Tim jumped off as she slowly slid off of the cycle. "That was awesome Abby!" He cried.
In one swift movement she acted just like her father hovering over him; "you are not to tell anyone about this, understood?"
"But Abby-"
"Understood?"
"Yes," he said. 'If they only knew how much they were alike,' he thought to himself.
"Come on," she said jumping back on the bike; "Alfred's got pizza waiting."