SPORADIC DISCLAIMER: Do I look rich? No. Do I own DC comics? No. Do I
wish I did? HECK YEAH! Do I own Jymmy and Haley? Yup. Can anyone play
with them? Why? I mean—sure.
Babysitting Batman Chapter 2—The Evil Paper Clip!!
James was being sneaky. Verrry sneaky. The office room on the floor below the boardroom (and Gran'pa Bruce's office) was all aflutter with the hardworking employees of WayneTech. It was no surprise that they didn't notice the two black haired tops, and eyes that glanced over the secretary's desk first one way. Then the other.
One pair of eyes narrowed and shot over to the green eyes beside him. "Do you MIND?" Jymmy hissed.
The green eyes suddenly looked downcast as Haley abruptly stopped humming 'Pop goes the weasel'. "Sorry." She whispered back.
Slowly the eyes, and the black curls following, slid down from view. Having surveyed their domain, the two young hero's (antagonists...tomato/tomahto depends on your pov) crept their way past the rows of busy cubicles. Finding a fairly empty section of desks (abandoned for the coffee break room) the grandchildren of the famous Dark Knight scattered about to inspect various office tools. They strayed a notable distance from the copier. No need to dredge up unpleasant memories.
James found himself poking and perusing the wall inlaid with cubby's. Curiously it seemed to function as some sort of mailroom. Glancing at the taped label in the middle, at adult eye level it would appear to be an 'inbox/outbox' Whatever that was.
Unwatched for the moment, Haley slid into the swivel chair at one of the desks. She wasn't really allowed to touch computers anymore, at least not without adult supervision. Well, Jamie was Robin. He counted as an adult. Sorta.
Moving a hand over to the mouse she couldn't help but grin to herself. This wasn't so hard. Grownups overreact to everything. The cursor moved over a desktop icon. Clicking on it she was pleasantly delighted when a word processor program started, prompting a small moving paper clip to pop up on the screen.
Haley giggled. It's eyes were big and cartoony. Faster (more fluidly) than most five year olds did, she read the tagline that came with her new friend. "Hi! I'm Clickit your Doors Word Processor mascot! Please click a topic you would like to learn"
Below the bubble she saw a list of choices:
Learn how to set passwords Learn how to write a letter Learn how to explore Doors Word
Not entirely interested in the others, Haley clicked the first one.
Behind her, James had also lost interest in the cubby's. Instead he was busy going through the file drawers. Closing one of the drawers he saw (and winced) as the vibration caused a box of paperclips to fall off the cabinet. Guess he should clean em up. Last thing they needed was someone telling Grandpa about this. Especially once he found out about the copier. And he WOULD find out. He ALWAYS found out. He had mom on his side.
Truly unfair, he thought as he bent down to pick up the metal clips.
His head jerked up suddenly as he heard someone shout across the room, "HEY! What happened to the computers?"
The room was filled with buzzing questions, and all around people were standing up and walking around. Straightening James frowned deep in thought. A horrible thought occurred to him and he whirled around.
Haley was standing right behind him, looking as contrite as a puppy who just ate a slipper. "It's not my fault." Was the first thing she said. Her green eyes were wide as she looked up at her big brother for help. "Clickit made me do it."
James couldn't help it as he slapped a hand over his eyes and gave the sigh of long suffering brothers. "Who is Clickit?" He risked a peek through his fingers to glare at his sister.
Haley pointed at the computer behind her. "The Evil Paper Clip." She stated matter of factly.
Disbelief could not be hidden from his features. Stepping past the lowly first grader, James made his way to the console to see if the damage was irreparable.
He didn't get two steps however, before there was a yelp behind him. Turning quickly he expected to see some angry adult hovering in front of the only exit from the cubicle. If only that had been what happened.
Instead, he turned just in time to see the office mail dude's feet sliding out from under him. The mail bag/cart contraption took off down the narrow hallway and smashed into some poor lady. A stack of papers went flying overhead. The coffee mug that had been resting on top of that stack was catapulted into the unsuspecting payroll officers lap, emptying it's hot contents all over. The poor man stood up so fast he knocked his chair over, which knocked over the water cooler that was behind him and so it went all the way around.
It was like a domino effect. James and Haley could hear the various indignant yelps of surprise and occasional crashes even as papers went flying above the cubicles. Haley's mouth was a perfect o as she watched the catastrophe unfold.
When the last 'domino' had fallen, leaving the deli delivery guy falling out the emergency stairway, James had recovered enough presence of mind to step forward. Kneeling beside the K.O.'d mail dude he retrieved a small object from the floor and walked back over to his sister, holding it up for her to see. In his hand...was a paper clip. Green eyes locked on mismatched blue/green ones. James was the first to speak. "That's one evil paper clip."
They looked from each other to the paper clip. Then back at each other. Later it, in the aftermath, it would come as no surprise that no one saw the young heirs of the Wayne fortune beating a hasty exit to the elevators.
Next Chapter: CASSANDRA! -- Bruce Calls in the Big guns!
Babysitting Batman Chapter 2—The Evil Paper Clip!!
James was being sneaky. Verrry sneaky. The office room on the floor below the boardroom (and Gran'pa Bruce's office) was all aflutter with the hardworking employees of WayneTech. It was no surprise that they didn't notice the two black haired tops, and eyes that glanced over the secretary's desk first one way. Then the other.
One pair of eyes narrowed and shot over to the green eyes beside him. "Do you MIND?" Jymmy hissed.
The green eyes suddenly looked downcast as Haley abruptly stopped humming 'Pop goes the weasel'. "Sorry." She whispered back.
Slowly the eyes, and the black curls following, slid down from view. Having surveyed their domain, the two young hero's (antagonists...tomato/tomahto depends on your pov) crept their way past the rows of busy cubicles. Finding a fairly empty section of desks (abandoned for the coffee break room) the grandchildren of the famous Dark Knight scattered about to inspect various office tools. They strayed a notable distance from the copier. No need to dredge up unpleasant memories.
James found himself poking and perusing the wall inlaid with cubby's. Curiously it seemed to function as some sort of mailroom. Glancing at the taped label in the middle, at adult eye level it would appear to be an 'inbox/outbox' Whatever that was.
Unwatched for the moment, Haley slid into the swivel chair at one of the desks. She wasn't really allowed to touch computers anymore, at least not without adult supervision. Well, Jamie was Robin. He counted as an adult. Sorta.
Moving a hand over to the mouse she couldn't help but grin to herself. This wasn't so hard. Grownups overreact to everything. The cursor moved over a desktop icon. Clicking on it she was pleasantly delighted when a word processor program started, prompting a small moving paper clip to pop up on the screen.
Haley giggled. It's eyes were big and cartoony. Faster (more fluidly) than most five year olds did, she read the tagline that came with her new friend. "Hi! I'm Clickit your Doors Word Processor mascot! Please click a topic you would like to learn"
Below the bubble she saw a list of choices:
Learn how to set passwords Learn how to write a letter Learn how to explore Doors Word
Not entirely interested in the others, Haley clicked the first one.
Behind her, James had also lost interest in the cubby's. Instead he was busy going through the file drawers. Closing one of the drawers he saw (and winced) as the vibration caused a box of paperclips to fall off the cabinet. Guess he should clean em up. Last thing they needed was someone telling Grandpa about this. Especially once he found out about the copier. And he WOULD find out. He ALWAYS found out. He had mom on his side.
Truly unfair, he thought as he bent down to pick up the metal clips.
His head jerked up suddenly as he heard someone shout across the room, "HEY! What happened to the computers?"
The room was filled with buzzing questions, and all around people were standing up and walking around. Straightening James frowned deep in thought. A horrible thought occurred to him and he whirled around.
Haley was standing right behind him, looking as contrite as a puppy who just ate a slipper. "It's not my fault." Was the first thing she said. Her green eyes were wide as she looked up at her big brother for help. "Clickit made me do it."
James couldn't help it as he slapped a hand over his eyes and gave the sigh of long suffering brothers. "Who is Clickit?" He risked a peek through his fingers to glare at his sister.
Haley pointed at the computer behind her. "The Evil Paper Clip." She stated matter of factly.
Disbelief could not be hidden from his features. Stepping past the lowly first grader, James made his way to the console to see if the damage was irreparable.
He didn't get two steps however, before there was a yelp behind him. Turning quickly he expected to see some angry adult hovering in front of the only exit from the cubicle. If only that had been what happened.
Instead, he turned just in time to see the office mail dude's feet sliding out from under him. The mail bag/cart contraption took off down the narrow hallway and smashed into some poor lady. A stack of papers went flying overhead. The coffee mug that had been resting on top of that stack was catapulted into the unsuspecting payroll officers lap, emptying it's hot contents all over. The poor man stood up so fast he knocked his chair over, which knocked over the water cooler that was behind him and so it went all the way around.
It was like a domino effect. James and Haley could hear the various indignant yelps of surprise and occasional crashes even as papers went flying above the cubicles. Haley's mouth was a perfect o as she watched the catastrophe unfold.
When the last 'domino' had fallen, leaving the deli delivery guy falling out the emergency stairway, James had recovered enough presence of mind to step forward. Kneeling beside the K.O.'d mail dude he retrieved a small object from the floor and walked back over to his sister, holding it up for her to see. In his hand...was a paper clip. Green eyes locked on mismatched blue/green ones. James was the first to speak. "That's one evil paper clip."
They looked from each other to the paper clip. Then back at each other. Later it, in the aftermath, it would come as no surprise that no one saw the young heirs of the Wayne fortune beating a hasty exit to the elevators.
Next Chapter: CASSANDRA! -- Bruce Calls in the Big guns!