It was the first day of school once again, as Barbara Gordon wheeled
into her classroom with a heavy heart. Since her boyfriend, Wade Brixton,
died, she felt so alone, so helpless. She closed her door, then wheeled to
her desk, where she sobbed uncontrollably. A knock at her door interrupted
her from her thoughts. She took a moment to collect herself, then called
her visitor to come in. A young woman walked in. She had shoulder length
brown hair, and piercing green eyes, hidden behind thick framed glasses..
She was wearing a tan suit, with a pencil behind her ear, and carrying a
notebook. "Excuse me, Mrs. Gordon?" she asked. Barbara flinched. "It's
'Miss'. And you are."
"Rose Baker," the young woman replied with a large, somewhat sinister, smile, "I'm with the New Gotham Gazette. We're doing some interviews with the high school teachers, but we want to ask, er, less than typical questions. We want to give the readers a more. personal view on you."
"Personal?"
"Oh, nothing that bad, we just want to go beyond the same old, same old."
"Well, okay. Shoot."
"What calms you the most?"
"The sights of nature, like. flowers." As Barbara replied, she thought she noticed the reporter's eyes tone down to silver, but the thought was immediately forgotten as her head swirled into a peaceful bliss.
"Now, Miss Gordon, what's your greatest fear?"
"Failure; losing someone I love."
"Have you lost someone already?"
Barbara hesitated, but regained confidence. "Wade Brixton. He was my boyfriend. The only boyfriend that I could ever trust. I confided everything in him."
Just as you are to me. Thorn thought, smiling. "Does anyone else know your secrets?"
"Two girls; Helena Kyle and Dinah Redmond. They're like daughters to me."
"Tell me more about them."
"Helena's out of school. She works at the Dark Horse Bar. Dinah's a senior at this school." Just then, the first bell rang, and the sound of the students shuffling through the hallway could be heard. Thorn looked up at the time and stood up.
"Well, Miss Gordon, we're out of time. Thank you for taking time to talk with me." Her eyes snapped back to green, and Barbara was left feeling confused and dazed. She tossed the feeling aside when the students started walking into her classroom, including Dinah. She saw the woman talking to Barbara, and immediately became suspicious. Before taking her seat at her desk, she went over to her mentor.
"Barbara, who was that woman?" Dinah asked, "She looked kinda creepy."
"I-I don't know," Barbara replied, "Just have a seat." As Dinah walked to her seat, Barbara began the lesson. I don't trust her, she thought, Something's not right about her.
"Rose Baker," the young woman replied with a large, somewhat sinister, smile, "I'm with the New Gotham Gazette. We're doing some interviews with the high school teachers, but we want to ask, er, less than typical questions. We want to give the readers a more. personal view on you."
"Personal?"
"Oh, nothing that bad, we just want to go beyond the same old, same old."
"Well, okay. Shoot."
"What calms you the most?"
"The sights of nature, like. flowers." As Barbara replied, she thought she noticed the reporter's eyes tone down to silver, but the thought was immediately forgotten as her head swirled into a peaceful bliss.
"Now, Miss Gordon, what's your greatest fear?"
"Failure; losing someone I love."
"Have you lost someone already?"
Barbara hesitated, but regained confidence. "Wade Brixton. He was my boyfriend. The only boyfriend that I could ever trust. I confided everything in him."
Just as you are to me. Thorn thought, smiling. "Does anyone else know your secrets?"
"Two girls; Helena Kyle and Dinah Redmond. They're like daughters to me."
"Tell me more about them."
"Helena's out of school. She works at the Dark Horse Bar. Dinah's a senior at this school." Just then, the first bell rang, and the sound of the students shuffling through the hallway could be heard. Thorn looked up at the time and stood up.
"Well, Miss Gordon, we're out of time. Thank you for taking time to talk with me." Her eyes snapped back to green, and Barbara was left feeling confused and dazed. She tossed the feeling aside when the students started walking into her classroom, including Dinah. She saw the woman talking to Barbara, and immediately became suspicious. Before taking her seat at her desk, she went over to her mentor.
"Barbara, who was that woman?" Dinah asked, "She looked kinda creepy."
"I-I don't know," Barbara replied, "Just have a seat." As Dinah walked to her seat, Barbara began the lesson. I don't trust her, she thought, Something's not right about her.
