To all of the readers, I just wanted to let all of you know, some of you might have seen a contradiction in what Barbara teaches. I have made changes in all appropriate chapters, and am going with that she is an ENGLISH teacher, not a SCIENCE teacher. Thanks to one you who corrected me in a review and suggested that she was an ENGLISH teacher. I believe that that was the case. If anyone knows for sure what kind of teacher she was, please let me know in a review and I will make the changes to all the chapters. SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION!
CHAPTER 5
Alexander Bane entered the warehouse unescorted. Inside, he found a bunch of businessmen who had been waiting for him. Most of them had machine guns in hand or close at hand. All of them grabbed hold of them as they heard him enter the warehouse. They pointed their machine guns at him but lowered them as soon as they realized who it was.
"You're late, Mr. Bane." One of the men said coming out from among the other men with machine guns. Unlike the other men who were dressed in grey business suit, this gentleman was dressed in a black sports suit. He had perfectly combed black hair.
"No, you and your men are early, Mr. Winters," Alexander grinned. "Anyway, let's not waist any more time, shall we? Let's get right to the demonstration of what my drug patches can do, shall we? Actions always speaks louder than words."
"If it does what you say it does, we'll make sure these patches of your will be mass marketed through all of the United States."
Alexander untied his neck tie and threw it onto the ground. He took off his sports jacket and threw it on top of the tie. He then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off and threw it on top of the jacket. From his pocket, Alexander pulled out two venom patches. After slowly peeling the backs off them, he stuck one on his right shoulder and another one on his chest.
Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he allowed the venom to flow through him. Mr. Winters could have sworn that he was watching Alexander's muscles expand. In just moments, there was a noticeable difference in his body build.
With a devilish grin on his face, Alex made his way to the side of one of the limousines. He knelt down and placed his hands under the car. Giving out two hugh huffs, he began to push himself up with his legs, and the wheels on his side of the limousine lifted off the ground. He was using all the strength that was coming to him that his head was shaking and sweating up a storm. His muscles were bulging as he pulled his side of the car up off the ground. Finally, after a half minute, he was standing straight up, and now he revert everything he had into his arms.
He continued to lift the car up until G-Forces turned from his enemy to his alley. The car fell over to it's side and Alexander smiled with accomplishment. He turned to find the reaction of his intended audience was one of satisfaction. To most people, that would be enough, but to Alexander, satisfaction was not enough. He wanted them to marvel at his product, so another demonstration was in order.
"Very impressive, Mr. Bane." Mr. Winters said.
"Oh, my demonstration is far from done." Alexander returned. "You see, my patches are good for 24 consistent hours of pure strength, as long as they remain on your body. They will never give out on you. They can go anywhere on your body, to hide them from the general public." He looked around and saw a large crate of weapons. It was a large wooden crate, nailed shut, but there was no doubt of it's contents. He approached the wooden crate and took a good look at it. It was six feet in height and two feet in width. No normal human could lift such a large crate full of heavy arms, then again, Alexander was no normal man. He was the son of Bane.
He bend down and grabbed hold of the large crates and lifted with his legs. Again, his veins bulged from his neck as he put all the strength he had into his legs. Again, he slowly pushed his legs back to being straight. The crate was now three feet off the ground and Alexander Bane heard the awe inspired murmuring among the people and that was the result he wanted. He dropped the crate and it came down to deafening loud crash that echoed repeatedly in the empty warehouse.
"That was from just 2 patches. Anyone can use as many patches at once as they want, without fear of side effects. The possibilities are endless for your business with my product."
"You have asked for 2 million dollars for a million patches, correct?"
"That is correct, Mr. Winters."
"In that case, I want to up my order to five million patches," Mr. Winters grinned.
"You have yourself a deal."
* * * *
Barbara and Richard was in the elevator, on the way to the top of the clock tower. The night was a night that Barbara would never forget. She had absolutely indulged herself of her time away from the clock tower. "Richard, tonight was the greatest night of my life."
"I had a great time tonight as well. It makes me wish we would have done this earlier."
"I wish we would have done this earlier too." The two of them found themselves lost into each others eyes.
Richard knelt down beside her wheelchair. He reached in with his hand to move a strand of hair from in front of her face. He leaned forward, into her, and their lips finally met. Both of their lips, which have longed for this and have been deprived of it for these many years, were finally satisfied. Richard put his right hand on the side of her neck as they both indulged in this long awaited passionate kiss. Her skin was perfectly smooth, just as he had always imagined it would be. Barbara's eyes were closed, and it was like she was whisked away into the perfect dream. A dream, she prayed that would never end.
The ringing of the elevator bell interrupted their kiss, and Richard stood back up to his feet. Neither of them knew what to say at that moment, but they both gathered themselves in preparation of being before Dinah and Helena once again. The Elevator door slid open and Richard pushed Barbara towards the door. She reached out and put her palm on the palm reader. When the screen turned green, the door opened and Richard pushed her into the hideout, closing the door behind them.
At that point, Barbara regained control of her wheel chair and controlled herself towards the platform with Richard following behind her. They both stopped as they found Danielle sitting on the counter and Helena standing in front of her, wrapping Danielle's hips with a large and long ace bandage. "What's going on? Danielle, what happened?"
"There was a brawl at the bar," Helena replied. "I'm no doctor, but I think it's safe to say she has a broken rib or two."
"Helena, I told you that you were not to go out tonight! You're not ready to go out alone without guidance.
"I had guidance. I had Dinah here guiding me," Helena replied.
"Dinah?" Barbara looked over at Dinah and then back at Helena. "She inexperienced, Helena."
"It was only a bar fight, okay? Just chill out!"
"I asked for her help. She came to help me, Barbara. Two men were hurting people in my bar and there's no way I could take them alone," Danielle defended Helena.
"They both had these on them," Helena handed Richard the venom patches that she had taken off the two men. "It looks like Alexander Bane has already started pumping these out into the street."
"Those two men must have been test subjects or something. It's not like Alexander to hand these out to just anyone. He's looking to make a profit from these patches." Richard said looking at the half used venom patches in his palm. "I have to side with Barbara on this one. You don't know what you are up against, Helena, and you took an awful big risk going up against these two men, especially when they were high on venom."
"Hey listen, I've been the hero here in New Gotham for quite awhile now while you ran away from New Gotham. I think I can take care of myself and deal with whatever comes around."
"Okay, okay, let's drop it, both of you," Barbara said, intervening. "We're on the same team here. Okay, the first thing that needs to be done is a proper check up for you Danielle. No offense Helena, but you really do not make a good doctor." Helena shrugged her shoulders; no offense was taken on her part. "I want to take a look at your ribs and see how bad the damage is. Richard, would you mind hanging out with Alfred for a little bit, to give us some privacy?"
"Sure thing," Richard said turning and around and heading towards the stairs leading to the second floor. "Hey Alfred, what's been going on with you?" Richards yelled as he climbed the stairs.
CHAPTER 5
Alexander Bane entered the warehouse unescorted. Inside, he found a bunch of businessmen who had been waiting for him. Most of them had machine guns in hand or close at hand. All of them grabbed hold of them as they heard him enter the warehouse. They pointed their machine guns at him but lowered them as soon as they realized who it was.
"You're late, Mr. Bane." One of the men said coming out from among the other men with machine guns. Unlike the other men who were dressed in grey business suit, this gentleman was dressed in a black sports suit. He had perfectly combed black hair.
"No, you and your men are early, Mr. Winters," Alexander grinned. "Anyway, let's not waist any more time, shall we? Let's get right to the demonstration of what my drug patches can do, shall we? Actions always speaks louder than words."
"If it does what you say it does, we'll make sure these patches of your will be mass marketed through all of the United States."
Alexander untied his neck tie and threw it onto the ground. He took off his sports jacket and threw it on top of the tie. He then unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off and threw it on top of the jacket. From his pocket, Alexander pulled out two venom patches. After slowly peeling the backs off them, he stuck one on his right shoulder and another one on his chest.
Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he allowed the venom to flow through him. Mr. Winters could have sworn that he was watching Alexander's muscles expand. In just moments, there was a noticeable difference in his body build.
With a devilish grin on his face, Alex made his way to the side of one of the limousines. He knelt down and placed his hands under the car. Giving out two hugh huffs, he began to push himself up with his legs, and the wheels on his side of the limousine lifted off the ground. He was using all the strength that was coming to him that his head was shaking and sweating up a storm. His muscles were bulging as he pulled his side of the car up off the ground. Finally, after a half minute, he was standing straight up, and now he revert everything he had into his arms.
He continued to lift the car up until G-Forces turned from his enemy to his alley. The car fell over to it's side and Alexander smiled with accomplishment. He turned to find the reaction of his intended audience was one of satisfaction. To most people, that would be enough, but to Alexander, satisfaction was not enough. He wanted them to marvel at his product, so another demonstration was in order.
"Very impressive, Mr. Bane." Mr. Winters said.
"Oh, my demonstration is far from done." Alexander returned. "You see, my patches are good for 24 consistent hours of pure strength, as long as they remain on your body. They will never give out on you. They can go anywhere on your body, to hide them from the general public." He looked around and saw a large crate of weapons. It was a large wooden crate, nailed shut, but there was no doubt of it's contents. He approached the wooden crate and took a good look at it. It was six feet in height and two feet in width. No normal human could lift such a large crate full of heavy arms, then again, Alexander was no normal man. He was the son of Bane.
He bend down and grabbed hold of the large crates and lifted with his legs. Again, his veins bulged from his neck as he put all the strength he had into his legs. Again, he slowly pushed his legs back to being straight. The crate was now three feet off the ground and Alexander Bane heard the awe inspired murmuring among the people and that was the result he wanted. He dropped the crate and it came down to deafening loud crash that echoed repeatedly in the empty warehouse.
"That was from just 2 patches. Anyone can use as many patches at once as they want, without fear of side effects. The possibilities are endless for your business with my product."
"You have asked for 2 million dollars for a million patches, correct?"
"That is correct, Mr. Winters."
"In that case, I want to up my order to five million patches," Mr. Winters grinned.
"You have yourself a deal."
* * * *
Barbara and Richard was in the elevator, on the way to the top of the clock tower. The night was a night that Barbara would never forget. She had absolutely indulged herself of her time away from the clock tower. "Richard, tonight was the greatest night of my life."
"I had a great time tonight as well. It makes me wish we would have done this earlier."
"I wish we would have done this earlier too." The two of them found themselves lost into each others eyes.
Richard knelt down beside her wheelchair. He reached in with his hand to move a strand of hair from in front of her face. He leaned forward, into her, and their lips finally met. Both of their lips, which have longed for this and have been deprived of it for these many years, were finally satisfied. Richard put his right hand on the side of her neck as they both indulged in this long awaited passionate kiss. Her skin was perfectly smooth, just as he had always imagined it would be. Barbara's eyes were closed, and it was like she was whisked away into the perfect dream. A dream, she prayed that would never end.
The ringing of the elevator bell interrupted their kiss, and Richard stood back up to his feet. Neither of them knew what to say at that moment, but they both gathered themselves in preparation of being before Dinah and Helena once again. The Elevator door slid open and Richard pushed Barbara towards the door. She reached out and put her palm on the palm reader. When the screen turned green, the door opened and Richard pushed her into the hideout, closing the door behind them.
At that point, Barbara regained control of her wheel chair and controlled herself towards the platform with Richard following behind her. They both stopped as they found Danielle sitting on the counter and Helena standing in front of her, wrapping Danielle's hips with a large and long ace bandage. "What's going on? Danielle, what happened?"
"There was a brawl at the bar," Helena replied. "I'm no doctor, but I think it's safe to say she has a broken rib or two."
"Helena, I told you that you were not to go out tonight! You're not ready to go out alone without guidance.
"I had guidance. I had Dinah here guiding me," Helena replied.
"Dinah?" Barbara looked over at Dinah and then back at Helena. "She inexperienced, Helena."
"It was only a bar fight, okay? Just chill out!"
"I asked for her help. She came to help me, Barbara. Two men were hurting people in my bar and there's no way I could take them alone," Danielle defended Helena.
"They both had these on them," Helena handed Richard the venom patches that she had taken off the two men. "It looks like Alexander Bane has already started pumping these out into the street."
"Those two men must have been test subjects or something. It's not like Alexander to hand these out to just anyone. He's looking to make a profit from these patches." Richard said looking at the half used venom patches in his palm. "I have to side with Barbara on this one. You don't know what you are up against, Helena, and you took an awful big risk going up against these two men, especially when they were high on venom."
"Hey listen, I've been the hero here in New Gotham for quite awhile now while you ran away from New Gotham. I think I can take care of myself and deal with whatever comes around."
"Okay, okay, let's drop it, both of you," Barbara said, intervening. "We're on the same team here. Okay, the first thing that needs to be done is a proper check up for you Danielle. No offense Helena, but you really do not make a good doctor." Helena shrugged her shoulders; no offense was taken on her part. "I want to take a look at your ribs and see how bad the damage is. Richard, would you mind hanging out with Alfred for a little bit, to give us some privacy?"
"Sure thing," Richard said turning and around and heading towards the stairs leading to the second floor. "Hey Alfred, what's been going on with you?" Richards yelled as he climbed the stairs.