Author's note and apology: I'm really sorry to all those of you who read
this. I have been swamped with tests, college applications, being poor at
the moment, and attempting to sell my works that aren't fan fiction. I
appreciate your loyalty and comments. Thanks for bothering to read this,
even though it takes so long.
"No way," Ivy offered. "The bat never ended up in a crazy house." She pushed back her gray tinged red hair and sighed. "I read the papers. Bruce Wayne did no such thing. Besides, it was obvious after that exclusive cover story in People that he was Batman. He hung up his cape for good when Selena died. No thanks to your man, Harley." Harley took immediate offense. "Sweet Mr. J was just ending a big problem once and for all. Who ever heard of a thief and a crime fighter being in love anyway. Its just silly." "Yeah, like all your plans to date," Scarecrow muttered. "I'm all right with it," Nightwing sighed. "You did get me out of prison." Harley sighed. "Mutiny and we haven't even established a base of operations." "I thought you said it was Wayne Manor?" Ivy sighed. "I was kidding," Harley said. "I thought you'd find it funny. I just can't be like MR. J." She hid tears in her eyes. God, she missed him. He was probably pining away for her in that prison. Not even one in the city. It was far away, on an island or something. She couldn't even get a Christmas or Birthday card from him. Harley sighed.
Barbara and Dinah made it back safely with a little help from Helena. She had planned to have Dinah drive her home, but not so shockingly, Helena arrived before Dinah had even gotten Barbara out of the building. "How is he?" Barbara asked, as Helena lifted her to the door. "I don't know," she answered. "He didn't look good. They took him back immediately. I think that's a good sign." Dinah looked extremely worried. She remembered what Reese had said to her. He was desperate, barely conscious. Part of her wondered if he was even breathing when Helena left him at the hospital.
"This will do fine," Harley beamed. She was standing in the abandoned New Gotham bowling alley. A couple years ago, the place had thrived and wriggled the youth to its presence. With the introduction of a meta life style, as well as the increasing crime rate, it wasn't a wholesome pastime anymore. Slowly but surely, the life was sapped from the bowling alley. It was a hollow empty shell like so many buildings and bodies in New Gotham. "Think anyone will notice the broken glass?" Night wing asked. He was still to use to having a heart of good. That's what got him caught as a con man. "Not at all," Scarecrow pointed out. "Every window in the place was broken but this one." Harley slid inside, followed by the others. "Down this passage there is a pin room. You go down the elevator and it's like an apartment. At least it was before this place shut down. Mr. J had a very important meeting there once. Right before he dispatched his goons." Ivy rolled her eyes. Harley's love and devotion was becoming a bit too much for her to handle, let alone stomach. They walked to the back of the alley, past broken soda machines and the curling false wood of the bowling lanes. A few spare pins stood like lonely sentinels amidst the lanes, and everywhere there was a thick layer of dust. Harley found the door and turned the knob. To her satisfaction, the latch broke, swinging the door wide. "Ladies and Gentlemen," she began. "Our base awaits." The followed her to the elevator, choosing the stairs to the side instead. The lock here was fragile too. Harley broke it and led them farther down.
Reese woke up shortly after surgery. He was no longer breathing, but was in a crap load of pain. His whole body burned with angry red fury, and he wanted nothing more than to stop that psychotic bitch that had aimed for Helena and shot him in the process. At the moment, he was wondering about Ms. Huntress's whereabouts. He remembered passing out. He remembered the feeling of being carried. Then all he remembered was waking up alone in a hospital room. A nurse came in a few moments later, but it wasn't the same as seeing the girl you loved after facing death. Reese was about ready to float back into sleep when he heard the familiar whoosh of her entrance. She was trying less and less to hide from him. It wasn't practical any longer. Most of the time he could sense her prescience before she was even in the room. "How you feeling?" Helena asked, pushing a chair to his bedside. "If that psycho of a ward leader hears I'm here she'll kill me. I have to make this short and sweet. They still won't forgive me for leaving you here. I'm really sorry about that by the way. I just knew that Dinah and Barbara couldn't do it alone. You forgive me?" "You saved my life, Helena. You're asking me to forgive you? For what? You did the right thing." Reese held his hand out. The IV was protruding slightly from the raised vein in his dark skin. Perfect chocolate; smooth and dark. Helena took his hand, squeezing it lightly. She'd really like to see him outside of work, outside of cases. She wanted to be a normal woman with a normal boyfriend. So far that option was out. "I'm fine," he said. "I know," she replied. "No you don't," he answered, smiling. "I can see the worry in your face. I'll be out in a while. Go check on your friends." Helena did something Reese did not expect. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He responded. That she did not expect. They worked their lips together desperately, trying to taste what it was like to be the other. Reese heard the sound of the nurse's footsteps in the hall. He turned to look, and Helena was gone.
"No way," Ivy offered. "The bat never ended up in a crazy house." She pushed back her gray tinged red hair and sighed. "I read the papers. Bruce Wayne did no such thing. Besides, it was obvious after that exclusive cover story in People that he was Batman. He hung up his cape for good when Selena died. No thanks to your man, Harley." Harley took immediate offense. "Sweet Mr. J was just ending a big problem once and for all. Who ever heard of a thief and a crime fighter being in love anyway. Its just silly." "Yeah, like all your plans to date," Scarecrow muttered. "I'm all right with it," Nightwing sighed. "You did get me out of prison." Harley sighed. "Mutiny and we haven't even established a base of operations." "I thought you said it was Wayne Manor?" Ivy sighed. "I was kidding," Harley said. "I thought you'd find it funny. I just can't be like MR. J." She hid tears in her eyes. God, she missed him. He was probably pining away for her in that prison. Not even one in the city. It was far away, on an island or something. She couldn't even get a Christmas or Birthday card from him. Harley sighed.
Barbara and Dinah made it back safely with a little help from Helena. She had planned to have Dinah drive her home, but not so shockingly, Helena arrived before Dinah had even gotten Barbara out of the building. "How is he?" Barbara asked, as Helena lifted her to the door. "I don't know," she answered. "He didn't look good. They took him back immediately. I think that's a good sign." Dinah looked extremely worried. She remembered what Reese had said to her. He was desperate, barely conscious. Part of her wondered if he was even breathing when Helena left him at the hospital.
"This will do fine," Harley beamed. She was standing in the abandoned New Gotham bowling alley. A couple years ago, the place had thrived and wriggled the youth to its presence. With the introduction of a meta life style, as well as the increasing crime rate, it wasn't a wholesome pastime anymore. Slowly but surely, the life was sapped from the bowling alley. It was a hollow empty shell like so many buildings and bodies in New Gotham. "Think anyone will notice the broken glass?" Night wing asked. He was still to use to having a heart of good. That's what got him caught as a con man. "Not at all," Scarecrow pointed out. "Every window in the place was broken but this one." Harley slid inside, followed by the others. "Down this passage there is a pin room. You go down the elevator and it's like an apartment. At least it was before this place shut down. Mr. J had a very important meeting there once. Right before he dispatched his goons." Ivy rolled her eyes. Harley's love and devotion was becoming a bit too much for her to handle, let alone stomach. They walked to the back of the alley, past broken soda machines and the curling false wood of the bowling lanes. A few spare pins stood like lonely sentinels amidst the lanes, and everywhere there was a thick layer of dust. Harley found the door and turned the knob. To her satisfaction, the latch broke, swinging the door wide. "Ladies and Gentlemen," she began. "Our base awaits." The followed her to the elevator, choosing the stairs to the side instead. The lock here was fragile too. Harley broke it and led them farther down.
Reese woke up shortly after surgery. He was no longer breathing, but was in a crap load of pain. His whole body burned with angry red fury, and he wanted nothing more than to stop that psychotic bitch that had aimed for Helena and shot him in the process. At the moment, he was wondering about Ms. Huntress's whereabouts. He remembered passing out. He remembered the feeling of being carried. Then all he remembered was waking up alone in a hospital room. A nurse came in a few moments later, but it wasn't the same as seeing the girl you loved after facing death. Reese was about ready to float back into sleep when he heard the familiar whoosh of her entrance. She was trying less and less to hide from him. It wasn't practical any longer. Most of the time he could sense her prescience before she was even in the room. "How you feeling?" Helena asked, pushing a chair to his bedside. "If that psycho of a ward leader hears I'm here she'll kill me. I have to make this short and sweet. They still won't forgive me for leaving you here. I'm really sorry about that by the way. I just knew that Dinah and Barbara couldn't do it alone. You forgive me?" "You saved my life, Helena. You're asking me to forgive you? For what? You did the right thing." Reese held his hand out. The IV was protruding slightly from the raised vein in his dark skin. Perfect chocolate; smooth and dark. Helena took his hand, squeezing it lightly. She'd really like to see him outside of work, outside of cases. She wanted to be a normal woman with a normal boyfriend. So far that option was out. "I'm fine," he said. "I know," she replied. "No you don't," he answered, smiling. "I can see the worry in your face. I'll be out in a while. Go check on your friends." Helena did something Reese did not expect. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. He responded. That she did not expect. They worked their lips together desperately, trying to taste what it was like to be the other. Reese heard the sound of the nurse's footsteps in the hall. He turned to look, and Helena was gone.
