Chapter Four: Questions to the Unanswered
Rebecca rubbed her head from the pain that was taking over. She was cold, even though that she had Terry's coat on. When her eyes became focused in on the earth, all she could see was dark caverns and bats flying over her head. As the bat's screeched, the sounds echoed as if the sounds bounced of the walls and into Rebecca's ears. She covered her ears from the sound.
"Stupid bats..." She said as she got off the table she was lying on. She heard footsteps behind her. An old man appeared from the shadows.
"They do that cause they're blind, they do that to guide their way through the cave..." said the old man.
"Is that you... Bruce?!" Rebecca said, realizing who it was. Bruce smiled and nodded his head. Rebecca ran over to him and gave him a hug to the old friend.
"I haven't heard from you in the longest time!" Rebecca said looking up at the old babysitter.
"And I have. Heard you got captain on you varsity team," Bruce said.
"How you find that out?" Rebecca asked cocking her head.
"I called your dad,"
"Oh, well, it's great to see you... um... where's Terry?" Rebecca asked as she looked around.
"Um could you put this on?" Bruce said giving Rebecca a black blindfold. Rebecca looked at him awhile, then took the blindfold and tied it tightly around her eyes. Something swept her off her feet and carried her.
"You'll be able to see in just a second, just gotta make a few arrangements..." Bruce said, but his voice was not above her. Rebecca was confused.
"Bruce, where are you?" Rebecca said, looking around trying to trace his voice. Bruce didn't answer back, as if he never heard her. Rebecca felt herself be carried a flight of stairs.
"Um, who ever, we're we going?" Rebecca asked, trying hard not to be rude.
"Just hold on a sec," Said a voice from up top. It was a calm voice. A voice that Rebecca just heard before she blacked out. Batman's voice.
"Batman? Is that you?" Rebecca said looking around. Batman didn't answer back, just kept on walking.
"Well, if you don't want to talk, that's fine with me..." Rebecca said folding her arms. A couple of minuets later, Rebecca felt heat on her face. Sunlight. Rebecca felt herself be set back on the ground. The blindfold got taken off her and Rebecca blinked because of the light from the sun.
"Thanks-"Rebecca was about to say, but when she turned around, Batman was gone,
"Um, ok... I guess..." Rebecca walked and sat down on the old orange couch. It felt that it hadn't been sat on for a hundred years.
"Terry said he'll be back in a minuet. He said he needed to get so... uh... ice," Bruce said walking from out of a hallway that Rebecca had never seen when she entered the room.
"Why is he getting ice?" Rebecca asked sitting up straighter.
"For you arm. Looks like you picked a fight. How'd that happen?" Bruce said sitting across from Rebecca in a red easy chair.
"That's what exactly what happen. Had to fight a mobster for my life," Rebecca said leaning back and folding her arms, trying hard not to rub them together so that it would open the wound.
"Batman wasn't there?" Bruce asked leaning forward.
"You can't trust a guy that runs around in tights..." Rebecca said turning over.
"You mean, you don't trust your father and mother?"
"They did do that... They don't do it now..."
"Once you put on the suit, you can never take it off," Bruce said with a smile. Rebecca looked over at him with confusion in her eyes.
"Was my dad a good Robin?" Rebecca asked, laying her legs on the couch. Bruce smiled.
"Yes, though sometimes he wouldn't listen. Kind of makes me wonder how he acts today," Bruce said with a smile.
"Do you think I can be a good Robin?" Rebecca asked leaning forward, both feet on the ground. Bruce glared at her.
"You're not going into that world," Bruce said getting up.
"Why not! You let my father do it! You let my mother do it! Why not their daughter!" Rebecca yelled angrily at the old man as he disappeared into the hallway. After he was gone, Rebecca slammed herself angrily against the couch. She looked at the grand father clock that was across from her, looking at the time. She looked down at her watch and noticed that the two times weren't right.
"Well, I'll just fix the time for him, so the old fart stays on time," Rebecca said to herself walking over to the clock. She opened the glass and changed the time. Then she noticed that the back of the clock opened a little bit. As she moved the hour hand, the back of the clock opened more. Rebecca kept moving the hour hand till it revealed a flight of stairs.
"Um... I wonder where these go. Well, guess there's only one way to find out!" Rebecca said as she walked forward and down the dark steps.