Authors note: Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been spending alot of time on the RPG boards. On my own site:Y,JUTT(see below) you can choose to be any former or current member of the Teen Titans or Young Justice, as well as their mentors, or any villian from the DC Universe. On the site, I play my own character from this Fanfic, but it doesn't go along with this story.
If anyone wants to check out the two above mentioned sites I'll post them just below here.
And be sure to check out : Young, Just Us Teen Titans, http://falcon4.proboards22.com/index.cgi
I have also just created my own site: Young, Just Us Teen
THE NEW GIRL CH. FIVE: OF TRIALS AND TRAININGS
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Batman the Animated series, or anything else related to these characters. I do, however, own Rachael and am planning a seige on DC so soon I will own the Boy Wonder and the rest of the DC universe. But mostly Robin. LOL
Rachael was dead. No, she was beyond dead. If there is one person you don't want to mess with, it's Batman.
She knew he wouldn't be pleased that she had snuck out of the Clock Tower, nor would he be pleased that she had "Borrowed" Oracle's technology, and He DEFINITELY without a doubt would NOT be happy that she had confronted the Joker intentionally. Yep. She was dead meat. She would be in a coma by the time he even LOOKED at her.
All of this went through her head as she sat in Robin's car as he drove them to the Batcave. Again, like her first trip to the cave in the Batmobile, the car was completely silent; except, this time, you could cut the tension with a knife.
'Oh, and that's another thing. What if Batgirl spills the beans about... about what nearly happened between Rachael and me in the Factory. For someone who doesn't talk much, Cass sure had a big mouth.' Robin thought to himself as he entered the Batcave. 'What was I thinking... I've known her for a little more than twenty-four hours and we already almost kissed. Heck I didn't even realize what I was doing until Batgirl interrupted." His thoughts ended as the car came to a stop.
"We're here." Robin said as he turned off the car. He glanced over at Rachael and found her staring blankly ahead with a look of dread on her face at the thought of awaited her once she got out of the Redbird.
"Hey." He caught her attention and brought her out of her thoughts. "Don't worry. It's not like he's going to kill you. Good guys don't kill." Falcon just gave him a weak smile and a short nod as they got out. She still had the mask and coat on. To her, it seemed as if they had always been there.
"Don't be to mad at her Batman... I'm the one that gave her the floor plans to the Candy Castle factory and told her how sneak in." Barbara explained to Him as she tried to cover for Falcon.
"Ahem," Robin coughed and caused all eyes to turn to Falcon, Rachael in disguise. Robin and Oracle gave her empathetic looks. They had both been there. But Batgirl's face was impossible to see but even so, it wasn't a look of empathy. She had been invited to join. Batman though just gave Falcon a cold blank stare that seemed to look right through to her very soul and judge her for every sin. His mouth was pulled back in a disapproving and angry scowl. He was giving her 'The Look.'
Falcon's heart raced faster than it did when the Joker had nearly killed her and she was completely frightened out of her mind. But she did her best not to show it (But frankly her best wasn't all that great, but she was least able to keep a good poker face) 'Heh. Maybe I AM starting to act like I'm one of them.' she thought briefly as she awaited her punishment.
"I'm...s...sorry?" She said after nearly a minute of staring went by.
"Give me the suit," Batman said in a stern, monotonal voice.
Rachael quickly took of Oracles technology and handed it to him solemnly. All she had on now was the tank top and workout pants. She didn't even have on shoes, so she stood there barefoot on the cold cave floor.
"I don't want see you in this again..." Batman started as he folded the coat and placed it and the rest of the stuff on the high-backed chair that was in front of the computer as Rachael hung her head in shame, giving up on trying to keep a straight face. But she still wouldn't allow herself to cry.
"Not until she finishes fixing some minor glitches in the boots. Then we'll
see." He turned to face her once again, his face never changing.
'Yep buste--waiit a minute.' Rachael looked up to face him again. At first her face was filled with confusion. But that confusion quickly turned into excitement as she realized what he was saying.
"Oh thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Rachael exclaimed as she nearly jumped for joy. One more thank you though, and Batman would have rethought what he said. The Dark Knight didn't DO perky. So Rachael toned down her excitement enough to see that Robin and Oracle's looks of empathy had turned into relieved smiles and even Batgirl seemed happy for her under her full-length cowl. And Batman...heck who knows what Batman was thinking. But Rachael still had to come back to earth and realize...
"Don't think I haven't forgotten about your punishment. You still stole Oracle's technology and left her place without permission. Not to mention you took a big chance with you're life by going up against the Joker." Batman said as Rachael groaned. There's ALWAYS a downside. "Training starts tomorrow morning at five. And you can expect it to be very hard."
"But it's already twelve-thirty! That only gives me four and a half-hours of sleep!!!"
"Do we need to make it Four a.m.?" He said somewhat challengingly as he raised an eyebrow.
"Um. No no. Five is fine." Se said somewhat nervously
"I will not permit tardiness. Do I make myself clear.
'Yes." She mumbled as she fought the urge to say 'SIR YES SIR.' "Can I at least go ahead and catch up on the few hours of sleep I have left?"
"No ones stopping you. But you might want to let Alfred take a look at your shoulder first. Though I'm I'm sure Robins already done that."
Both Tim and Rachael blushed. But Tim able to keep his to his ears due to training but Rachael's whole face grew as red as a cherry. Both then looked at Batgirl who gave them an innocent look, to innocent. Rachael forgot about how intimidated she was by Batman and rolled her eyes as she turned on her heels and marched up the cave stairs. It wasn't pretty when she was deprived of sleep.
She let Alfred tend to her wound(turned out just to be a hair line fracture but it still hurt) and then trudged up even more stairs in the mansion as she followed the path to her room. Once there, she lazily set the small, high-tech alarm clock by her bed to wake her up a quarter till five and fell to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She e didn't even bother to take off her new "uniform" and change into her borrowed PJ's. She was too tired.
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4:54 Rachael's room
"Young Mistress Rachael." Alfred shook the young girls shoulder lightly. She just grunted and snuggled deeper into her covers.
"Mistress Rachael. It's 4:55;" He striped the sheets away and pulled the pillow out from underneath her head. "You have five minutes to get ready and get down to the training area for your session with Master Bruce."
She reluctantly sat up and let out a full-fledged yawn. "That wasn't nice."
"Believe me Young Mistress Rachael, It's better than letting you sleep late. Master Bruce stresses punctuality." Rachael might not have yet been trained by the 'World's Greatest Detective.' But she didn't have to be to realize that Alfred wasn't pleased that Bruce would be training her.
Rachael gave him a small smile "It's all right. I'm already in my training clothes. It shouldn't take me long to get down there." She crept out of the bed hesitantly and headed for cave, grabbing a scrunchy on her way out. "Thanks for waking me up Alfred." Rachael smiled as she closed the bed room door behind her, leaving a somewhat disappointed Alfred to make the bed.
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The Batcave
Rachael rushed down the cave's ladder down to sub-level 2, the training area and holo-room. She didn't even bother with the elevator. It would just hold her up since she only had one minute left to get to her training. She jumped off the ladder a few feet above the floor and ran, being ever so careful to stay away from the edge of the floor and fall into the bottomless abyss of the cavern, to where Batman stood waiting patiently.
"Cutting it close I see." Was all he said. No hello. No good morning.
"But I'm on time though. That's a miracle within it's self. Considering how early it is." She said, panting. "So...what's on the school board today?" She asked` as she followed him to what looked like a boxing ring.
"Today I want to see how well you do in combat." He said as he picked up a sparring vest. "Then later I want to see how well you do in the holo-room. But first..." He threw her the sparring vest and she caught it somewhat clumsily. "I want you to try to attack me."
Rachael gulped and held the vest in both hands. "Um...okay." She pulled the top strap of the vest over her head and criss-crossed the other two around in the back before tying them together. This was going to be hard alright. Batman had studied for years upon years in all 127 styles of martial arts. And she only had a year of Tae-kwon-do and a self-defense class or two.
She took a deep breath and came in close with a roundhouse kick. But he easily blocked it with one hand.
"There are three things I want you to remember," He told her as he blocked another kick. "First, I want you to give me your all" He sent a punch and she barely dodged it by taking a few steps back and nearly lost her balance. "Then I want you to give me more" Rachael then blocked a kick to her stomach with both arms. Her arms would definitely be bruised since Bruce kicked so hard. "And last--" as Rachael blocked his kick he came in with a punch to her stomach and sent her flying and she landed on her butt. "We play by my rules" Rachael caught her breath and slowly stood backup. Where had she heard that line before? Oh yeah, that's right the cartoon. She took another deep breath. Even with the chest protector the punch had hurt and she had a feeling that he was going easy on her. She wondered how she could take another few hours of this. One thing was for sure, it wasn't gong to be easy.
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Rachael groaned as she descended the Batcave through the clock entrance and into the formal living room. It was 10:05, 5 hours straight of push-ups, sit-ups, kicking, punching, cartwheeling, and trying how to learn how to effectively pull off a handspring (she fell fifty-seven times, she counted.) and various other fighting techniques that she knew would take forever for her to learn. Training would have gone on longer if Bruce hadn't of had a business meeting. She was never more greatful to the American Economic system than she was at that moment. She found her way to the kitchen and plopped down in a chair at the homey table. She couldn't say some of it wasn't fun. She loved the gymnastics and martial arts, but it was so hard; harder than it could have been in any military boot camp.
"You look like you could use a good, filling breakfast Mistress Rachael." Alfred remarked as he set a HUGE plate of whole-wheat pancakes and a glass of soymilk in front of her.
She nodded gratefully and dug into her food. It's amazing how five hours of training can make you.
"Thank you Alfred." Rachael said after she had gulped down a large bite of pancakes with some soymilk.
"Oh. And Mistress Rachael?" Alfred started as he went back to the kitchen sink to do the dishes.
"Hm?"
"Miss. Barbara called. She said the she and Ms. Dinah would be picking you up at twelve thirty to go shopping. You might want to shower and change into some decent clothes before she arrives" Alfred told her, not turning his head from where he was washing dishes.
Rachael groaned and rested her head in her hands, being careful not to let her hair touch the sticky syrup that engulfed her pancakes. She barely knew how she would make it to lunchtime. How the heck would she be able to walk through a mall for a few hours without passing out? She stared down at her pancakes. Maybe she would feel better after she ate. She began wolfing down her food at an amazing speed, hoping for the day to be through so she could just go to bed.
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and Belladonna
and no thanks to 'Ah Heck', excepts for inspiration to keep writing so I can prove him wrong. ;) He told me to end this fic. Lets see how he/she responds when I come out with a sequel ~starts whistling and looking inocent~ but you didn't hear it from me...
R&R people.
If anyone wants to check out the two above mentioned sites I'll post them just below here.
And be sure to check out : Young, Just Us Teen Titans, http://falcon4.proboards22.com/index.cgi
I have also just created my own site: Young, Just Us Teen
THE NEW GIRL CH. FIVE: OF TRIALS AND TRAININGS
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Batman the Animated series, or anything else related to these characters. I do, however, own Rachael and am planning a seige on DC so soon I will own the Boy Wonder and the rest of the DC universe. But mostly Robin. LOL
Rachael was dead. No, she was beyond dead. If there is one person you don't want to mess with, it's Batman.
She knew he wouldn't be pleased that she had snuck out of the Clock Tower, nor would he be pleased that she had "Borrowed" Oracle's technology, and He DEFINITELY without a doubt would NOT be happy that she had confronted the Joker intentionally. Yep. She was dead meat. She would be in a coma by the time he even LOOKED at her.
All of this went through her head as she sat in Robin's car as he drove them to the Batcave. Again, like her first trip to the cave in the Batmobile, the car was completely silent; except, this time, you could cut the tension with a knife.
'Oh, and that's another thing. What if Batgirl spills the beans about... about what nearly happened between Rachael and me in the Factory. For someone who doesn't talk much, Cass sure had a big mouth.' Robin thought to himself as he entered the Batcave. 'What was I thinking... I've known her for a little more than twenty-four hours and we already almost kissed. Heck I didn't even realize what I was doing until Batgirl interrupted." His thoughts ended as the car came to a stop.
"We're here." Robin said as he turned off the car. He glanced over at Rachael and found her staring blankly ahead with a look of dread on her face at the thought of awaited her once she got out of the Redbird.
"Hey." He caught her attention and brought her out of her thoughts. "Don't worry. It's not like he's going to kill you. Good guys don't kill." Falcon just gave him a weak smile and a short nod as they got out. She still had the mask and coat on. To her, it seemed as if they had always been there.
"Don't be to mad at her Batman... I'm the one that gave her the floor plans to the Candy Castle factory and told her how sneak in." Barbara explained to Him as she tried to cover for Falcon.
"Ahem," Robin coughed and caused all eyes to turn to Falcon, Rachael in disguise. Robin and Oracle gave her empathetic looks. They had both been there. But Batgirl's face was impossible to see but even so, it wasn't a look of empathy. She had been invited to join. Batman though just gave Falcon a cold blank stare that seemed to look right through to her very soul and judge her for every sin. His mouth was pulled back in a disapproving and angry scowl. He was giving her 'The Look.'
Falcon's heart raced faster than it did when the Joker had nearly killed her and she was completely frightened out of her mind. But she did her best not to show it (But frankly her best wasn't all that great, but she was least able to keep a good poker face) 'Heh. Maybe I AM starting to act like I'm one of them.' she thought briefly as she awaited her punishment.
"I'm...s...sorry?" She said after nearly a minute of staring went by.
"Give me the suit," Batman said in a stern, monotonal voice.
Rachael quickly took of Oracles technology and handed it to him solemnly. All she had on now was the tank top and workout pants. She didn't even have on shoes, so she stood there barefoot on the cold cave floor.
"I don't want see you in this again..." Batman started as he folded the coat and placed it and the rest of the stuff on the high-backed chair that was in front of the computer as Rachael hung her head in shame, giving up on trying to keep a straight face. But she still wouldn't allow herself to cry.
"Not until she finishes fixing some minor glitches in the boots. Then we'll
see." He turned to face her once again, his face never changing.
'Yep buste--waiit a minute.' Rachael looked up to face him again. At first her face was filled with confusion. But that confusion quickly turned into excitement as she realized what he was saying.
"Oh thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Rachael exclaimed as she nearly jumped for joy. One more thank you though, and Batman would have rethought what he said. The Dark Knight didn't DO perky. So Rachael toned down her excitement enough to see that Robin and Oracle's looks of empathy had turned into relieved smiles and even Batgirl seemed happy for her under her full-length cowl. And Batman...heck who knows what Batman was thinking. But Rachael still had to come back to earth and realize...
"Don't think I haven't forgotten about your punishment. You still stole Oracle's technology and left her place without permission. Not to mention you took a big chance with you're life by going up against the Joker." Batman said as Rachael groaned. There's ALWAYS a downside. "Training starts tomorrow morning at five. And you can expect it to be very hard."
"But it's already twelve-thirty! That only gives me four and a half-hours of sleep!!!"
"Do we need to make it Four a.m.?" He said somewhat challengingly as he raised an eyebrow.
"Um. No no. Five is fine." Se said somewhat nervously
"I will not permit tardiness. Do I make myself clear.
'Yes." She mumbled as she fought the urge to say 'SIR YES SIR.' "Can I at least go ahead and catch up on the few hours of sleep I have left?"
"No ones stopping you. But you might want to let Alfred take a look at your shoulder first. Though I'm I'm sure Robins already done that."
Both Tim and Rachael blushed. But Tim able to keep his to his ears due to training but Rachael's whole face grew as red as a cherry. Both then looked at Batgirl who gave them an innocent look, to innocent. Rachael forgot about how intimidated she was by Batman and rolled her eyes as she turned on her heels and marched up the cave stairs. It wasn't pretty when she was deprived of sleep.
She let Alfred tend to her wound(turned out just to be a hair line fracture but it still hurt) and then trudged up even more stairs in the mansion as she followed the path to her room. Once there, she lazily set the small, high-tech alarm clock by her bed to wake her up a quarter till five and fell to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She e didn't even bother to take off her new "uniform" and change into her borrowed PJ's. She was too tired.
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4:54 Rachael's room
"Young Mistress Rachael." Alfred shook the young girls shoulder lightly. She just grunted and snuggled deeper into her covers.
"Mistress Rachael. It's 4:55;" He striped the sheets away and pulled the pillow out from underneath her head. "You have five minutes to get ready and get down to the training area for your session with Master Bruce."
She reluctantly sat up and let out a full-fledged yawn. "That wasn't nice."
"Believe me Young Mistress Rachael, It's better than letting you sleep late. Master Bruce stresses punctuality." Rachael might not have yet been trained by the 'World's Greatest Detective.' But she didn't have to be to realize that Alfred wasn't pleased that Bruce would be training her.
Rachael gave him a small smile "It's all right. I'm already in my training clothes. It shouldn't take me long to get down there." She crept out of the bed hesitantly and headed for cave, grabbing a scrunchy on her way out. "Thanks for waking me up Alfred." Rachael smiled as she closed the bed room door behind her, leaving a somewhat disappointed Alfred to make the bed.
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The Batcave
Rachael rushed down the cave's ladder down to sub-level 2, the training area and holo-room. She didn't even bother with the elevator. It would just hold her up since she only had one minute left to get to her training. She jumped off the ladder a few feet above the floor and ran, being ever so careful to stay away from the edge of the floor and fall into the bottomless abyss of the cavern, to where Batman stood waiting patiently.
"Cutting it close I see." Was all he said. No hello. No good morning.
"But I'm on time though. That's a miracle within it's self. Considering how early it is." She said, panting. "So...what's on the school board today?" She asked` as she followed him to what looked like a boxing ring.
"Today I want to see how well you do in combat." He said as he picked up a sparring vest. "Then later I want to see how well you do in the holo-room. But first..." He threw her the sparring vest and she caught it somewhat clumsily. "I want you to try to attack me."
Rachael gulped and held the vest in both hands. "Um...okay." She pulled the top strap of the vest over her head and criss-crossed the other two around in the back before tying them together. This was going to be hard alright. Batman had studied for years upon years in all 127 styles of martial arts. And she only had a year of Tae-kwon-do and a self-defense class or two.
She took a deep breath and came in close with a roundhouse kick. But he easily blocked it with one hand.
"There are three things I want you to remember," He told her as he blocked another kick. "First, I want you to give me your all" He sent a punch and she barely dodged it by taking a few steps back and nearly lost her balance. "Then I want you to give me more" Rachael then blocked a kick to her stomach with both arms. Her arms would definitely be bruised since Bruce kicked so hard. "And last--" as Rachael blocked his kick he came in with a punch to her stomach and sent her flying and she landed on her butt. "We play by my rules" Rachael caught her breath and slowly stood backup. Where had she heard that line before? Oh yeah, that's right the cartoon. She took another deep breath. Even with the chest protector the punch had hurt and she had a feeling that he was going easy on her. She wondered how she could take another few hours of this. One thing was for sure, it wasn't gong to be easy.
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Rachael groaned as she descended the Batcave through the clock entrance and into the formal living room. It was 10:05, 5 hours straight of push-ups, sit-ups, kicking, punching, cartwheeling, and trying how to learn how to effectively pull off a handspring (she fell fifty-seven times, she counted.) and various other fighting techniques that she knew would take forever for her to learn. Training would have gone on longer if Bruce hadn't of had a business meeting. She was never more greatful to the American Economic system than she was at that moment. She found her way to the kitchen and plopped down in a chair at the homey table. She couldn't say some of it wasn't fun. She loved the gymnastics and martial arts, but it was so hard; harder than it could have been in any military boot camp.
"You look like you could use a good, filling breakfast Mistress Rachael." Alfred remarked as he set a HUGE plate of whole-wheat pancakes and a glass of soymilk in front of her.
She nodded gratefully and dug into her food. It's amazing how five hours of training can make you.
"Thank you Alfred." Rachael said after she had gulped down a large bite of pancakes with some soymilk.
"Oh. And Mistress Rachael?" Alfred started as he went back to the kitchen sink to do the dishes.
"Hm?"
"Miss. Barbara called. She said the she and Ms. Dinah would be picking you up at twelve thirty to go shopping. You might want to shower and change into some decent clothes before she arrives" Alfred told her, not turning his head from where he was washing dishes.
Rachael groaned and rested her head in her hands, being careful not to let her hair touch the sticky syrup that engulfed her pancakes. She barely knew how she would make it to lunchtime. How the heck would she be able to walk through a mall for a few hours without passing out? She stared down at her pancakes. Maybe she would feel better after she ate. She began wolfing down her food at an amazing speed, hoping for the day to be through so she could just go to bed.
Okay, here comes everyones favorite part of my post. The part where I thank everyone for reviewing:
Kurtfan5678
Fly
Queen-of-Demon-Dragons
Archer
Jakazul
and Belladonna
and no thanks to 'Ah Heck', excepts for inspiration to keep writing so I can prove him wrong. ;) He told me to end this fic. Lets see how he/she responds when I come out with a sequel ~starts whistling and looking inocent~ but you didn't hear it from me...
R&R people.