Here it is you guys! The next chapter to our lovely FanFiction! We would
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The story still is not done, but it will be in due time. We know! We all dread that day! Heh, so sit back, relax, and enjoy what we wrote for you!
"So." Arthur began, his head cocking towards Tim, yet allowing an eye tow watch the busy road. "You like fast food."
Tim smiled, nodding, then catching himself. "Do you?"
'This is what I get for asking and trying to make conversation!' Reeves grumbled to himself, not smiling at the boy's innocent expression. "No."
"Sorry."
'Sorry? That was all I get in reply?' "Yes, well. I am sure you must not get to go out a lot when it comes to living in that huge manor all alone." He hoped to hear something that could lead him to hate Mr. Bruce Wayne all the more. But instead he got:
"Actually I get it every now and then. whenever I can get Bruce 'er Dick to take me."
Reeves gave a salty smile and glared out the window. "How is Bruce doing? I haven't heard of him in a long while."
"Oh, you must not read magazines much."
Reeves chewed on the side of his cheek, shrugging. "I must read the wrong ones. I don't read Playboy you know."
Tim shrugged, looking at Reeves. "That's not what your third drawer in your desk would say."
"You went through my personals?!"
"That one time when you left me all alone to take a call from that one person. I was bored."
"You are. that one person was. oh never mind, the whole point is that you shouldn't go through people's drawers."
Tim smiled innocently, playing with Reeves patience. "I'm sure that piece of advice will come in hand.hey this isn't McDonalds!"
"No, this is my bank, I need money before I can go anywhere."
Tim jerked his jaw, creating a loud 'pop'. "Oh, why don't you have a wallet?"
Reeves ignore the question, opening the door to his car and sliding out, watching from the corner of his eye as Tim followed behind. The kid was a kid, and Reeves didn't like that.
They entered the bank, and it seemed almost instantly that the whole service went working for Reeves. There smiles wide and fake, knowing that Reeves was a powerful man who could cost them their jobs.
"Hello Mr. Reeves, welcome back!" A woman let out as she looked at the man with respect. "What can we do for you today?"
The man nodded, placing a fist on the counter. "I need-."
"Hold it UP!"
Tim jerked around, seeing a man holding a gun loosely in his hand, obviously not used to the weapon.
"I want to see some money now, I don't care who is doing what, and who is who, I want it fast and now. Hey! Away from the phone lady! Lets have everyone drop to the ground and be good for me!"
Tim watched as many people fell, bowing before the man. In fear, and the boy didn't like it at all.
"Now wait a moment, you can't-. "Reeves began as he made a quick step forward.
The man aimed at him and nodded. "Oh yes I can, get down damn it, before I put a bullet through that thick head of yours!"
Reeves shook his head, moving again.
Tim leapt forward as the man holding the gun twitched towards the trigger. "Get DOWN Reeves!" The two hit the ground hard, and Tim felt Reeves elbow catch him in the eye just a shot rang out.
"Lucky old man, I suggest you take the kid's advice and stay on the ground!"
Tim looked up, eyes tight. He could hear sirens, and the man flinched, running to the doors and locking them, turning towards the crowd. "I mean it, give me the money or. Mr. Stupid here dies!" He jerked his guns towards where Reeves and Tim sat.
The woman at the front desk nodded, turning to the safe with out a word. She began to open it and shivered from fear, he fingers moving uneasily as they smoothes across the dial.
Tim looked around, seeing flashing lights from down the street. Someone had made the call, and now.
The man saw the lights and heard the sirens, his face tightened and he moved his gun around, pointing it at different people. "Who did it? Who called them police?!"
Tim said nothing as he moved a finger across his watch, pressing lightly on a small button, contacting the Batcave with just a tap.
Arthur sighed and looked at his shoes. His nice expensive Italian shoes which were now on the bank robbers feet. The guy was also wearing a ball cap, shirt and necklaces from various hostages around the room. That's right, the man turned his heist into a hostage situation. The cops showed up and he told them point blank if he got what he wanted no one got hurt. Arthur, unfortunately, was first in line to die, should negotiations go sour.
Reeves figured the boy was terrified. What child wouldn't be? A man with a gun was screaming and threatening their lives! He glanced at Tim and saw not a trace of fear. Maybe he was in shock. No, he appeared to be off in his own little world, happy. Wow. Perhaps some kids were just too immature or desensitized - some were probably just stupid.
Tim was remembering his favourite episodes of "Loony Tunes". He almost burst out laughing, just thinking about Daffy and Bugs in all their best scenes. He hoped he'd be home in time to see another hour of Bugs Bunny and Tweety. He'd be so peeved if this guy made him miss it. But Tim figured Batman would be in there at any moment and he'd be on his way to McDonalds.hopefully Arthur would still buy him food - he was hungry! He looked at Arthur and began to wonder what the moody man was thinking. Probably about "Law and Order". He seemed like a die hard "Law and Order" type. Ya. Former lawyer, serious, intelligent. Definitely "Law and Order".
"What are you thinking about?" Tim asked bluntly.
Arthur didn't answer, staring at his sock feet. He wasn't going to get a bullet in the skull for whispering to this kid. Besides, how would 'analyzing your odd response to this horrible situation' sound? No. his eyes were down.
"What are you thinking about?" Tim repeated.
"Not dying." Arthur answered quietly, as though he hadn't spoken.
"That it? I'm thinking about Loony Toons."
"Hey!" The robber yelled, holding a gun to Arthur. "I said no talking! Everybody stay quiet!"
"What are YOU thinking about?" Tim asked the hostile man.
"Icing this jerk." He glared at Arthur.
Arthur's world was blurring. Sweating, he couldn't breath.
"If you were a Loony Tune, you'd be all 'Doy duh ee oo buh buh doy'!" Tim reenacted the scene where Bugs hid in a closet with a skeleton and came out pale, making odd terrified noises. He also did that once when Mr. Hyde had been leaning over him at a piano. Sylvester did it often enough. What about that southern gentleman who defended a cross dressing Bugs on a southern steamer? Hm.
Tim continued to make the noises - which in their animated form were quite hilarious, unfortunately, in reality, they were quite alarming. The robber was taken aback, quite startled.
Artie saw his chance. "He's having a seizure! You've got to let us out or he'll die!" He liked to think of himself as an excellent actor, when in truth, he was just a good liar.
Tim stopped and gave him a confused expression, but before he could say or do anything - the gun went off. Startled, they both convulsed. Fortunately, the gun had been aimed at the floor just before them in warning.
"Don't F*CK with me, councilman!" He screamed.
Tim glanced at Arthur, who was too frightened to glance back. If he could he'd glare though. Lord, how he'd glare! The kid was going to get him killed!
The robber turned his focus to the windows again, mind filled with important things - like how to get away with all this. Tim stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a little gimmick he liked to play with when he was bored. On several occasions teachers had confiscated it. He was so glad he had gotten it back that very morning, because right now he seriously needed something to do. It looked like a wire bracelet but you could pull it apart and it looked like a wire cylinder. Or you could make it into a ball or a flower. or whatever. The variations were endless.
"What is that?" The robber asked curiously.
"I dunno what it's called.its just cool."
"Can I see?" The gun was lowered and he reached out for the wire ball.
Tim caught a glimpse of Arthur - he seemed to be - oh my LORD - Arthur Reeves was seriously contemplating making a move for the gun. Yet, the man WAS a coward and was hesitating. He seemed to be silently wrestling with himself.
'Please Reeves. Don't play hero.'
Damn. It looked as though Arthur was going to die.
Tim would do his best to help, though. Distract the guy and actually give the suit and fighting chance. "So, what's your name?"
"Frank."
"How old are you?"
"26."
"Are you having a bad day today, Frank? You seem kinda.I dunno, stressed?"
"You're the first person to ask me how I am in 10 years." Frank realized.
"That explains everything."
Arthur couldn't believe this. The kid was making friendly chat with the guy who wanted him dead. He could grab the gun, but what would he do with it? He wasn't fast. What if the guy saw it coming a mile away and shot him dead like a gunslinger in a Western? No, he wasn't going to take such an idiotic risk. He'd been seriously tempted for a moment - he'd almost gone for it. but when it came right down to it. Arthur Reeves was a coward.
Arthur's thoughts were interrupted when a man came into the room from the back of the bank. He wore a suit. He probably worked there. Bank robber Frank aimed the gun at this newcomer.
"Where'd you come from?!"
" I-I-I was just on my break! I was in the staff room having a coffee!" The poor man stuttered. "Heard the cops and finally worked up the nerve to come out."
Arthur felt a pang of sympathy for the idiot.
Frank motioned for him to approach. He took his wallet and searched him.
"Was there anyone back there with you?"
"No, I was alone."
"Sit down, and shut up, or I'll blast your head off!" Frank shoved the man to the floor. Tim frowned. He was making such progress then Mr. Coffee Break came out and ruined everything. He had a feeling he wouldn't be home in time for Loony Toons after all.
Commissioner Gordon over the speakers again, calling to Frank. The number had been given several times now. Frank had yet to call.
Suddenly, the brute dipped his hand under Arthur's jacket. Startled, Reeves uttered silently and watched the guy pull out first his shades and then his cell phone. Slipping the dark, serious sunglasses onto his forehead, Frank dialed the cell casually and began talking to Commissioner Gordon.
"Ya, he's here and I'll kill him. Got it? . Proof?."
'Must be me.' Arthur felt a twinge of relief someone knew and cared.
"Hey, little kid - phone. Now."
Tim took the phone. The famous Wayne kid. No one cared about Arthur Reeves, just the famous Wayne kid. Then again. people always felt sorry for the children and rightfully, he had to admit. He was just a kid.
Frank snatched it back. "Ya. ya. shut up. I've got someone even bigger. Ya. Councilman Arthur Reeves. Ya."
That was more like it.
"Ya and trust me, he's on the very top of my list. He dies FIRST!"
Silence. Arthur had time to think. Oh man. He had too much pride to provide proof of his vulnerability. He couldn't talk to Gordon under these circumstances. The same ego that had him screaming at an armed man hours earlier had him absolutely refusing to provide voice.
"SPEAK!" Frank barked, holding the phone to his head.
No.
Tim watched Arthur, realizing the guy really WAS going to die at his bank today.
"SPEAK!"
Never.
"SPEAK!!!"
Click.
"Hey Jim."
He hated himself for it. Two syllables and he absolutely hated himself for it.
There was then talk of sending a negotiator in. Some cheerful brown haired fellow who seemed totally unqualified. Arthur expected die within fifteen minutes.
What is going to happen? Come by next time to find out! Heh, blackmail.
The story still is not done, but it will be in due time. We know! We all dread that day! Heh, so sit back, relax, and enjoy what we wrote for you!
"So." Arthur began, his head cocking towards Tim, yet allowing an eye tow watch the busy road. "You like fast food."
Tim smiled, nodding, then catching himself. "Do you?"
'This is what I get for asking and trying to make conversation!' Reeves grumbled to himself, not smiling at the boy's innocent expression. "No."
"Sorry."
'Sorry? That was all I get in reply?' "Yes, well. I am sure you must not get to go out a lot when it comes to living in that huge manor all alone." He hoped to hear something that could lead him to hate Mr. Bruce Wayne all the more. But instead he got:
"Actually I get it every now and then. whenever I can get Bruce 'er Dick to take me."
Reeves gave a salty smile and glared out the window. "How is Bruce doing? I haven't heard of him in a long while."
"Oh, you must not read magazines much."
Reeves chewed on the side of his cheek, shrugging. "I must read the wrong ones. I don't read Playboy you know."
Tim shrugged, looking at Reeves. "That's not what your third drawer in your desk would say."
"You went through my personals?!"
"That one time when you left me all alone to take a call from that one person. I was bored."
"You are. that one person was. oh never mind, the whole point is that you shouldn't go through people's drawers."
Tim smiled innocently, playing with Reeves patience. "I'm sure that piece of advice will come in hand.hey this isn't McDonalds!"
"No, this is my bank, I need money before I can go anywhere."
Tim jerked his jaw, creating a loud 'pop'. "Oh, why don't you have a wallet?"
Reeves ignore the question, opening the door to his car and sliding out, watching from the corner of his eye as Tim followed behind. The kid was a kid, and Reeves didn't like that.
They entered the bank, and it seemed almost instantly that the whole service went working for Reeves. There smiles wide and fake, knowing that Reeves was a powerful man who could cost them their jobs.
"Hello Mr. Reeves, welcome back!" A woman let out as she looked at the man with respect. "What can we do for you today?"
The man nodded, placing a fist on the counter. "I need-."
"Hold it UP!"
Tim jerked around, seeing a man holding a gun loosely in his hand, obviously not used to the weapon.
"I want to see some money now, I don't care who is doing what, and who is who, I want it fast and now. Hey! Away from the phone lady! Lets have everyone drop to the ground and be good for me!"
Tim watched as many people fell, bowing before the man. In fear, and the boy didn't like it at all.
"Now wait a moment, you can't-. "Reeves began as he made a quick step forward.
The man aimed at him and nodded. "Oh yes I can, get down damn it, before I put a bullet through that thick head of yours!"
Reeves shook his head, moving again.
Tim leapt forward as the man holding the gun twitched towards the trigger. "Get DOWN Reeves!" The two hit the ground hard, and Tim felt Reeves elbow catch him in the eye just a shot rang out.
"Lucky old man, I suggest you take the kid's advice and stay on the ground!"
Tim looked up, eyes tight. He could hear sirens, and the man flinched, running to the doors and locking them, turning towards the crowd. "I mean it, give me the money or. Mr. Stupid here dies!" He jerked his guns towards where Reeves and Tim sat.
The woman at the front desk nodded, turning to the safe with out a word. She began to open it and shivered from fear, he fingers moving uneasily as they smoothes across the dial.
Tim looked around, seeing flashing lights from down the street. Someone had made the call, and now.
The man saw the lights and heard the sirens, his face tightened and he moved his gun around, pointing it at different people. "Who did it? Who called them police?!"
Tim said nothing as he moved a finger across his watch, pressing lightly on a small button, contacting the Batcave with just a tap.
Arthur sighed and looked at his shoes. His nice expensive Italian shoes which were now on the bank robbers feet. The guy was also wearing a ball cap, shirt and necklaces from various hostages around the room. That's right, the man turned his heist into a hostage situation. The cops showed up and he told them point blank if he got what he wanted no one got hurt. Arthur, unfortunately, was first in line to die, should negotiations go sour.
Reeves figured the boy was terrified. What child wouldn't be? A man with a gun was screaming and threatening their lives! He glanced at Tim and saw not a trace of fear. Maybe he was in shock. No, he appeared to be off in his own little world, happy. Wow. Perhaps some kids were just too immature or desensitized - some were probably just stupid.
Tim was remembering his favourite episodes of "Loony Tunes". He almost burst out laughing, just thinking about Daffy and Bugs in all their best scenes. He hoped he'd be home in time to see another hour of Bugs Bunny and Tweety. He'd be so peeved if this guy made him miss it. But Tim figured Batman would be in there at any moment and he'd be on his way to McDonalds.hopefully Arthur would still buy him food - he was hungry! He looked at Arthur and began to wonder what the moody man was thinking. Probably about "Law and Order". He seemed like a die hard "Law and Order" type. Ya. Former lawyer, serious, intelligent. Definitely "Law and Order".
"What are you thinking about?" Tim asked bluntly.
Arthur didn't answer, staring at his sock feet. He wasn't going to get a bullet in the skull for whispering to this kid. Besides, how would 'analyzing your odd response to this horrible situation' sound? No. his eyes were down.
"What are you thinking about?" Tim repeated.
"Not dying." Arthur answered quietly, as though he hadn't spoken.
"That it? I'm thinking about Loony Toons."
"Hey!" The robber yelled, holding a gun to Arthur. "I said no talking! Everybody stay quiet!"
"What are YOU thinking about?" Tim asked the hostile man.
"Icing this jerk." He glared at Arthur.
Arthur's world was blurring. Sweating, he couldn't breath.
"If you were a Loony Tune, you'd be all 'Doy duh ee oo buh buh doy'!" Tim reenacted the scene where Bugs hid in a closet with a skeleton and came out pale, making odd terrified noises. He also did that once when Mr. Hyde had been leaning over him at a piano. Sylvester did it often enough. What about that southern gentleman who defended a cross dressing Bugs on a southern steamer? Hm.
Tim continued to make the noises - which in their animated form were quite hilarious, unfortunately, in reality, they were quite alarming. The robber was taken aback, quite startled.
Artie saw his chance. "He's having a seizure! You've got to let us out or he'll die!" He liked to think of himself as an excellent actor, when in truth, he was just a good liar.
Tim stopped and gave him a confused expression, but before he could say or do anything - the gun went off. Startled, they both convulsed. Fortunately, the gun had been aimed at the floor just before them in warning.
"Don't F*CK with me, councilman!" He screamed.
Tim glanced at Arthur, who was too frightened to glance back. If he could he'd glare though. Lord, how he'd glare! The kid was going to get him killed!
The robber turned his focus to the windows again, mind filled with important things - like how to get away with all this. Tim stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a little gimmick he liked to play with when he was bored. On several occasions teachers had confiscated it. He was so glad he had gotten it back that very morning, because right now he seriously needed something to do. It looked like a wire bracelet but you could pull it apart and it looked like a wire cylinder. Or you could make it into a ball or a flower. or whatever. The variations were endless.
"What is that?" The robber asked curiously.
"I dunno what it's called.its just cool."
"Can I see?" The gun was lowered and he reached out for the wire ball.
Tim caught a glimpse of Arthur - he seemed to be - oh my LORD - Arthur Reeves was seriously contemplating making a move for the gun. Yet, the man WAS a coward and was hesitating. He seemed to be silently wrestling with himself.
'Please Reeves. Don't play hero.'
Damn. It looked as though Arthur was going to die.
Tim would do his best to help, though. Distract the guy and actually give the suit and fighting chance. "So, what's your name?"
"Frank."
"How old are you?"
"26."
"Are you having a bad day today, Frank? You seem kinda.I dunno, stressed?"
"You're the first person to ask me how I am in 10 years." Frank realized.
"That explains everything."
Arthur couldn't believe this. The kid was making friendly chat with the guy who wanted him dead. He could grab the gun, but what would he do with it? He wasn't fast. What if the guy saw it coming a mile away and shot him dead like a gunslinger in a Western? No, he wasn't going to take such an idiotic risk. He'd been seriously tempted for a moment - he'd almost gone for it. but when it came right down to it. Arthur Reeves was a coward.
Arthur's thoughts were interrupted when a man came into the room from the back of the bank. He wore a suit. He probably worked there. Bank robber Frank aimed the gun at this newcomer.
"Where'd you come from?!"
" I-I-I was just on my break! I was in the staff room having a coffee!" The poor man stuttered. "Heard the cops and finally worked up the nerve to come out."
Arthur felt a pang of sympathy for the idiot.
Frank motioned for him to approach. He took his wallet and searched him.
"Was there anyone back there with you?"
"No, I was alone."
"Sit down, and shut up, or I'll blast your head off!" Frank shoved the man to the floor. Tim frowned. He was making such progress then Mr. Coffee Break came out and ruined everything. He had a feeling he wouldn't be home in time for Loony Toons after all.
Commissioner Gordon over the speakers again, calling to Frank. The number had been given several times now. Frank had yet to call.
Suddenly, the brute dipped his hand under Arthur's jacket. Startled, Reeves uttered silently and watched the guy pull out first his shades and then his cell phone. Slipping the dark, serious sunglasses onto his forehead, Frank dialed the cell casually and began talking to Commissioner Gordon.
"Ya, he's here and I'll kill him. Got it? . Proof?."
'Must be me.' Arthur felt a twinge of relief someone knew and cared.
"Hey, little kid - phone. Now."
Tim took the phone. The famous Wayne kid. No one cared about Arthur Reeves, just the famous Wayne kid. Then again. people always felt sorry for the children and rightfully, he had to admit. He was just a kid.
Frank snatched it back. "Ya. ya. shut up. I've got someone even bigger. Ya. Councilman Arthur Reeves. Ya."
That was more like it.
"Ya and trust me, he's on the very top of my list. He dies FIRST!"
Silence. Arthur had time to think. Oh man. He had too much pride to provide proof of his vulnerability. He couldn't talk to Gordon under these circumstances. The same ego that had him screaming at an armed man hours earlier had him absolutely refusing to provide voice.
"SPEAK!" Frank barked, holding the phone to his head.
No.
Tim watched Arthur, realizing the guy really WAS going to die at his bank today.
"SPEAK!"
Never.
"SPEAK!!!"
Click.
"Hey Jim."
He hated himself for it. Two syllables and he absolutely hated himself for it.
There was then talk of sending a negotiator in. Some cheerful brown haired fellow who seemed totally unqualified. Arthur expected die within fifteen minutes.
What is going to happen? Come by next time to find out! Heh, blackmail.