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Chapter Three: Mission Possible
"Is she.... dead?"
"She's asleep Batgirl."
"Oh"
"Were you able to find any information on the vortex Bruce?"
"No. But I--"
"Hey. Let's wake her up. Maybe she can--"
"Dick!!! Don't poke the girl to death with your stupid sticks"
"Awe, come on Babs. I--"
"What time is it?" Rachael asked as she blocked the next few "Pokes" of Night Wings escrimna sticks, her eyes still closed much to his surprise. After he retreated the attack she turned her back to them and pulled the pillow over her head.
"Um, it's 6:00 a.m." "I don't have to get up till 7:30 for school." She yawned as she buried herself deeper into the covers, not remembering where she was, the events of last night, or that it was summer.
"Rachael," Bruce called to her in a steely voice as Alfred reached over and gently pulled the pillow from off of her head. "Five more minutes" she mumbled. "But it appears you have guest, Young Miss." Alfred told her.
"I swear, it's amazing you people can make it through the day with the lack of sleep you get." she ranted as she propped herself up in the large bed with one hand and ran her fingers through her hair with the other as she tried to regain some composer. She hated to be wakened early, even more so, she hated to be seen this early in the morning, because nine out of ten times she would be a mess. "Let me guess, the woman in the wheel chair with Red hair and glasses would be Barbara Gordon a.k.a. Oracle, the former Batgirl; The oriental one in black is Cassandra Cain the current Batgirl; the 20-something dude in the police uniform is Dick Grayson, also known as Night Wing the former sidekick in pixie boots to Batman, and I already met Bruce, Tim, and Alfred" Rachael said as she nodded to each of them as she acknowledged their identities. "I'm Rachael Simmons, good morning, and drive home safely." She added the last part as she tried to lighten the mood and mask her awe and amazement of having true legends (well in her mind anyway) standing before her. She shifted her gaze down to their feet as she realized that were all staring at her. She could hold her own in a starring contest with anyone of them (well, excepts for Bats, but then again who can) but she found it hard to do with all of them looking at her.
"Gotta admit Bruce, I didn't want to believe it at first but she just might be telling the truth." Babs said, a little taken aback. "I still say she's a meta." Dick said as he gave her a poke with one of his escrimina sticks one last time for good measure. This time Rachael was not able to block it. "Prove it short pants" she said challengingly.
"That will be quite enough you two" Babs scolded them just before Dick could come up with a comeback. So they just ended up sticking their tongues out at one another like little kids having a fight. "Lets skip the pleasantries. Tell me why you all came here." Bruce let out with a small growl. "Well first off, Mr. Sunshine, we were curious about the girl; and second, I have some bad news that I would rather not discuss here." at this, Barbara gave a short look at Rachael. "Besides, it's been a while since I've been here, wanted to make sure it still existed." she said, indicating the manor.
"Fine. We will continue this discussion down in the bat cave," Bruce commanded as he turned and left the room with the rest not too far behind.
"And just where do think you are going Young Miss." Alfred inquired as he stepped in front of the bedroom door, blocking Rachael's escape from it.
"Um, down to the Batcave?" she arched her back and stifled a yawn.
"Not until you freshen up. Now, I'll make your bed while you go make yourself presentable." Alfred told her as he scooted her into the bathroom and handed her some clothes to wear for that day.
"But--"
"No buts. Now hurry along." he closed the door and Rachael went on with her hygienal chores while mumbling on about how everyone had suddenly become her parent.
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"I'll send you more info on his where abouts' as soon as I get any." Barbara wheeled over to an elevator down in the Batcave, and Dick was right behind her. Batman grunted his thanks from his spot in front of the crays computer. Batgirl and Robin had already left and Alfred was upstairs tidying up.
"Send information about who's where abouts'?" asked Rachael bounded down the cave stairs two at a time as she tied her hair back in a bun, which is pretty hard to do considering how long her hair was.
Barbara turned around to reply. "The Joker broke out of Arkam around three this morning. Apparently, he was broke out by Harley Quinn. She's been out for a while but it's only a matter of time before she and the Joker are caught." Barbara smiled as an idea came to mind. "Hey Bruce, how about the kid spends some time over at my place for a while. I'm sure she doesn't want to spend the whole day by herself." Rachael got a sparkle in her eye at the thought of spending a day at Oracle's clock tower.
"Can I .."
"Fine." Batman said in a monotone voice, never looking over from the batcomputer.
Rachael grined and followed Dick and Barbara to the elevator that led to the garage. _______________________________________________________________________
"Whoa," Rachael exclaimed as she looked out one of the windows in the clock tower. She could see a beautiful sunrise as it made the many rebuilt buildings in Gotham glisten.
"Pretty isn't it?" Babs asked as she worked on something on a table near her computers. "I lived in Florida nearly ten years and have seen many a great sunrise. but none like THAT." Rachael stole a glance away from the window to where Barbara sat working diligently. On the table that she worked on lay some type of coat with what appeared to be wings on the back, a pair of stylish knee length boots, gloves, and a utility belt. "Whatcha working on?" Rachael asked curiously as she walked towards the costume. "This is what I like to call 'Project Falcon.'" Barbara told Rachael proudly as she neatly folded up the coat .
"It has expandable material that can easily connect or disconnect from the sleeves and can act like wings, as well as jet boots that enable the user to take flight," Babs explained as she finished the wiring in one of the boots. "Cool. Just like the ones in Batman Beyond," Rachael muttered to herself a she picked up a black mask that lay beside the coat. It resembled the one that Robin and NightWing wore, in that it only covered the eyes. "What was that?" asked Babs as she rolled into the kitchen to find something for them to eat.
"Uhhh. nothing." Rachael replied as she put the mask on and admired it in a nearby mirror.
"Riiight," Barbara called back from the kitchen. "Hey you want something to eat?" Barbara asked as she rolled back out with a box filled with pastries, doughnuts, and bagels in her lap and put them down on the coffe table.
Rachael quickly put the mask back down and strolled over to the couch where Babs had left the box and picked up a few bagels. "Yes Mame." "Then dig in. And after breakfast." Barbara tossed Rachael a pair of stretchy exercise pants and a black tank top "Were going to see what you got kid."
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(10:30 P.M.) After hours of working out, goofing off, and teaching Rachael a little bit about different types of non-leathal weapons; Oracle finally had to get to work.
Rachael sat down on the nearby couch and started to drift off to sleep. But as soon as a huge alarm went off and blared out a large siren Rachael woke up quickly.
"Barbara, what the heck is going on?" Rachael yelled out over the abundance of noise as she covered her ears. "It's the emergency line," Oracle yelled back as she flicked a switch and the alarm died out.
"Oracle here, what is it." She spoke into the speakerphone. "Oracle, it's me. Robin. Batman's knocked unconscious and I'm tied up. I can't seem to pick the lock. It's the Joker. We need backup." Robin whispered over the line.
Oracle motioned for Rachael to check a monitor that showed Batman and Robin's location via tracer, as well as where the rest of the Batclan was. Rachael hurried over to it, wanting to help out any way she could. She was still wearing the skintight workout pants and the black tank top that exposed just a little bit of her mid-drift. Her eyes widened as she realized that every one was miles a way from the duo's location. But the Clock tower was only a few minutes walk from where they were being held. "Dang (a/n: Sorry I'm not allowed to swear) where is everyone when you need them." Rachael's gaze turned from the screen to where "Project Falcon" now layed.
"Look, we haven't g-" Robin was suddenly interrupted by the sickingly happy voice of the criminal they all knew to well
"Ohhh. Who you talking to there Birdie. Now I know you wouldn't think of spoiling my fun, would you?" The Joker then paused as if waiting for an answer. "I thought so. Boys, knock him out. I want to think of a great ARTISTIC way of killing the Damaged Duo. Hahahahaha," there was a loud thump and the line went dead. Before Oracle could respond by calling for help, the window behind her slammed open and she heard the roaring of the boot jets... She whipped around to see Rachael preparing to leave through the window. She was dressed in the knee length coat, halfway buttoned with the boots strapped on, the gloves were in place and the wings were fully extended. Rachael quickly slipped the black mask on. With a utility belt in one hand and a com-link in the other, she hurriedly jumped out the window and turned the jets on full throttle and was gone before Oracle could do anything to stop her. Taped to the screen that held Batman and Robin's location was a short, poorly written note:
"Oracle, I'm sorry. But I have a feeling that this is what I was sent here to do. I'll try to return the suit in one piece if I survive.
Rachael"
"Great not only did I lose the bet to the current and former Boy Wonders, but now Batman is going to KILL me for letting her get away," Oracle stopped her ranting for a second to think. "Godspeed Rach'."
- - - - - - - - - Author's note: I'm sorry that there wasn't any Robin in this chapter. But I promise that I have a little steamy treat for you in the next chapter. But heres the catch: I'm going to wait until I get at least five reviews and two of those reviews have to be from people who haven't posted one on my story before. Okay, now here's the part where I thank all the wonderful people who reviewed:
Georgia Peach
Kurtfan5678
CC_Grayson
Jill
SLR
R&R Please. BNR 4EVER.
Disclaimer: Do not own blah blah blah. Batman and stuff related to him are property of DC Blah Blah Blah. Only own Rachael Blah blah blah.
Chapter Three: Mission Possible
"Is she.... dead?"
"She's asleep Batgirl."
"Oh"
"Were you able to find any information on the vortex Bruce?"
"No. But I--"
"Hey. Let's wake her up. Maybe she can--"
"Dick!!! Don't poke the girl to death with your stupid sticks"
"Awe, come on Babs. I--"
"What time is it?" Rachael asked as she blocked the next few "Pokes" of Night Wings escrimna sticks, her eyes still closed much to his surprise. After he retreated the attack she turned her back to them and pulled the pillow over her head.
"Um, it's 6:00 a.m." "I don't have to get up till 7:30 for school." She yawned as she buried herself deeper into the covers, not remembering where she was, the events of last night, or that it was summer.
"Rachael," Bruce called to her in a steely voice as Alfred reached over and gently pulled the pillow from off of her head. "Five more minutes" she mumbled. "But it appears you have guest, Young Miss." Alfred told her.
"I swear, it's amazing you people can make it through the day with the lack of sleep you get." she ranted as she propped herself up in the large bed with one hand and ran her fingers through her hair with the other as she tried to regain some composer. She hated to be wakened early, even more so, she hated to be seen this early in the morning, because nine out of ten times she would be a mess. "Let me guess, the woman in the wheel chair with Red hair and glasses would be Barbara Gordon a.k.a. Oracle, the former Batgirl; The oriental one in black is Cassandra Cain the current Batgirl; the 20-something dude in the police uniform is Dick Grayson, also known as Night Wing the former sidekick in pixie boots to Batman, and I already met Bruce, Tim, and Alfred" Rachael said as she nodded to each of them as she acknowledged their identities. "I'm Rachael Simmons, good morning, and drive home safely." She added the last part as she tried to lighten the mood and mask her awe and amazement of having true legends (well in her mind anyway) standing before her. She shifted her gaze down to their feet as she realized that were all staring at her. She could hold her own in a starring contest with anyone of them (well, excepts for Bats, but then again who can) but she found it hard to do with all of them looking at her.
"Gotta admit Bruce, I didn't want to believe it at first but she just might be telling the truth." Babs said, a little taken aback. "I still say she's a meta." Dick said as he gave her a poke with one of his escrimina sticks one last time for good measure. This time Rachael was not able to block it. "Prove it short pants" she said challengingly.
"That will be quite enough you two" Babs scolded them just before Dick could come up with a comeback. So they just ended up sticking their tongues out at one another like little kids having a fight. "Lets skip the pleasantries. Tell me why you all came here." Bruce let out with a small growl. "Well first off, Mr. Sunshine, we were curious about the girl; and second, I have some bad news that I would rather not discuss here." at this, Barbara gave a short look at Rachael. "Besides, it's been a while since I've been here, wanted to make sure it still existed." she said, indicating the manor.
"Fine. We will continue this discussion down in the bat cave," Bruce commanded as he turned and left the room with the rest not too far behind.
"And just where do think you are going Young Miss." Alfred inquired as he stepped in front of the bedroom door, blocking Rachael's escape from it.
"Um, down to the Batcave?" she arched her back and stifled a yawn.
"Not until you freshen up. Now, I'll make your bed while you go make yourself presentable." Alfred told her as he scooted her into the bathroom and handed her some clothes to wear for that day.
"But--"
"No buts. Now hurry along." he closed the door and Rachael went on with her hygienal chores while mumbling on about how everyone had suddenly become her parent.
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"I'll send you more info on his where abouts' as soon as I get any." Barbara wheeled over to an elevator down in the Batcave, and Dick was right behind her. Batman grunted his thanks from his spot in front of the crays computer. Batgirl and Robin had already left and Alfred was upstairs tidying up.
"Send information about who's where abouts'?" asked Rachael bounded down the cave stairs two at a time as she tied her hair back in a bun, which is pretty hard to do considering how long her hair was.
Barbara turned around to reply. "The Joker broke out of Arkam around three this morning. Apparently, he was broke out by Harley Quinn. She's been out for a while but it's only a matter of time before she and the Joker are caught." Barbara smiled as an idea came to mind. "Hey Bruce, how about the kid spends some time over at my place for a while. I'm sure she doesn't want to spend the whole day by herself." Rachael got a sparkle in her eye at the thought of spending a day at Oracle's clock tower.
"Can I .."
"Fine." Batman said in a monotone voice, never looking over from the batcomputer.
Rachael grined and followed Dick and Barbara to the elevator that led to the garage. _______________________________________________________________________
"Whoa," Rachael exclaimed as she looked out one of the windows in the clock tower. She could see a beautiful sunrise as it made the many rebuilt buildings in Gotham glisten.
"Pretty isn't it?" Babs asked as she worked on something on a table near her computers. "I lived in Florida nearly ten years and have seen many a great sunrise. but none like THAT." Rachael stole a glance away from the window to where Barbara sat working diligently. On the table that she worked on lay some type of coat with what appeared to be wings on the back, a pair of stylish knee length boots, gloves, and a utility belt. "Whatcha working on?" Rachael asked curiously as she walked towards the costume. "This is what I like to call 'Project Falcon.'" Barbara told Rachael proudly as she neatly folded up the coat .
"It has expandable material that can easily connect or disconnect from the sleeves and can act like wings, as well as jet boots that enable the user to take flight," Babs explained as she finished the wiring in one of the boots. "Cool. Just like the ones in Batman Beyond," Rachael muttered to herself a she picked up a black mask that lay beside the coat. It resembled the one that Robin and NightWing wore, in that it only covered the eyes. "What was that?" asked Babs as she rolled into the kitchen to find something for them to eat.
"Uhhh. nothing." Rachael replied as she put the mask on and admired it in a nearby mirror.
"Riiight," Barbara called back from the kitchen. "Hey you want something to eat?" Barbara asked as she rolled back out with a box filled with pastries, doughnuts, and bagels in her lap and put them down on the coffe table.
Rachael quickly put the mask back down and strolled over to the couch where Babs had left the box and picked up a few bagels. "Yes Mame." "Then dig in. And after breakfast." Barbara tossed Rachael a pair of stretchy exercise pants and a black tank top "Were going to see what you got kid."
____________________________________________________________________
(10:30 P.M.) After hours of working out, goofing off, and teaching Rachael a little bit about different types of non-leathal weapons; Oracle finally had to get to work.
Rachael sat down on the nearby couch and started to drift off to sleep. But as soon as a huge alarm went off and blared out a large siren Rachael woke up quickly.
"Barbara, what the heck is going on?" Rachael yelled out over the abundance of noise as she covered her ears. "It's the emergency line," Oracle yelled back as she flicked a switch and the alarm died out.
"Oracle here, what is it." She spoke into the speakerphone. "Oracle, it's me. Robin. Batman's knocked unconscious and I'm tied up. I can't seem to pick the lock. It's the Joker. We need backup." Robin whispered over the line.
Oracle motioned for Rachael to check a monitor that showed Batman and Robin's location via tracer, as well as where the rest of the Batclan was. Rachael hurried over to it, wanting to help out any way she could. She was still wearing the skintight workout pants and the black tank top that exposed just a little bit of her mid-drift. Her eyes widened as she realized that every one was miles a way from the duo's location. But the Clock tower was only a few minutes walk from where they were being held. "Dang (a/n: Sorry I'm not allowed to swear) where is everyone when you need them." Rachael's gaze turned from the screen to where "Project Falcon" now layed.
"Look, we haven't g-" Robin was suddenly interrupted by the sickingly happy voice of the criminal they all knew to well
"Ohhh. Who you talking to there Birdie. Now I know you wouldn't think of spoiling my fun, would you?" The Joker then paused as if waiting for an answer. "I thought so. Boys, knock him out. I want to think of a great ARTISTIC way of killing the Damaged Duo. Hahahahaha," there was a loud thump and the line went dead. Before Oracle could respond by calling for help, the window behind her slammed open and she heard the roaring of the boot jets... She whipped around to see Rachael preparing to leave through the window. She was dressed in the knee length coat, halfway buttoned with the boots strapped on, the gloves were in place and the wings were fully extended. Rachael quickly slipped the black mask on. With a utility belt in one hand and a com-link in the other, she hurriedly jumped out the window and turned the jets on full throttle and was gone before Oracle could do anything to stop her. Taped to the screen that held Batman and Robin's location was a short, poorly written note:
"Oracle, I'm sorry. But I have a feeling that this is what I was sent here to do. I'll try to return the suit in one piece if I survive.
Rachael"
"Great not only did I lose the bet to the current and former Boy Wonders, but now Batman is going to KILL me for letting her get away," Oracle stopped her ranting for a second to think. "Godspeed Rach'."
- - - - - - - - - Author's note: I'm sorry that there wasn't any Robin in this chapter. But I promise that I have a little steamy treat for you in the next chapter. But heres the catch: I'm going to wait until I get at least five reviews and two of those reviews have to be from people who haven't posted one on my story before. Okay, now here's the part where I thank all the wonderful people who reviewed:
Georgia Peach
Kurtfan5678
CC_Grayson
Jill
SLR
R&R Please. BNR 4EVER.