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Authors note: Sorry for not updating in a loOong time, I actually have a reason for that. School. It's stalling my time writing this. More reviews will convince me to write more, maybe it might just work. Readers, please be patient. =-= Enjoy!
"Love Makes the World Go Round"
Part three:He looked outside the window, hands on the windowsill. His eyes were hidden in the shadows as looked down at the people of Gotham. Then, he looks up into the sky. He stared up at the stars for quite a moment, as if he was staring and waiting for something. Through his lips, came a whisper.
"I am now here..."
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"What?! That's it?! That doesn't help at all!"
"It worked for me."
"You're lying!"
"Nnnno."
"It worked for you?" Tim asked in disbelief.
"Hm hmm." Dick leaned back at the large chair in front of the Bat- computer.
"Nah uh. I'll ask Barb instead."
"She'll tell ya the exact same thing I said." He mumbled with a slight grin.
"Oh that's why you two aren't together, huh?"
Dick sat up straight and put his hands on his knees. He leaned forward only to be face to face with this younger youth, who had just been bitten by the love puppy. The corner of his lips began to slide up, "You're--"
"Late... Master Tim." The British accent came from atop the stoned steps. They both looked up and saw Alfred with a somewhat impatient look on his face and Tim's backpack and coat in hand. "And I don't think Master Bruce will be pleased if you bring home another discarded note from your educator, would he?"
Tim winced at the thought. He had been slumping and being lazy at school lately. His night time job gotten him tired during the day. But he's learning things by working with the Bat anyway. And also being distracted by a young girl. Alfred lifted an eyebrow waiting for a response. Tim sighed in defeat, "Alright, alright, I'm coming." He slouched his body as he started up the stairs. He turned his head over his shoulder and took one last hopeful glare at his surrogate big brother before walking out the door.
"'Hope it works." Dick chuckled under his breath. He leaned back and stared onto the dark blue stone over him. Surprising himself, he had nothing too important in mind at the time. After staring at nothing for minutes, his lids began to slide down into a long awaited slumber, unaware of the types of dreams that will meet him.
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The crowd of people were taking over every sidewalk, store, lots, and malls. People pushed through each other to get to one place to another. It was hectic for some and others were used to it. But definitely hectic for one man who had just stepped out of a city cab.
"It hasn't been this busy since I last visited," a low, chilling voice said to his escort.
The shorter man looked at the man and hesitated for an answer for a bit while, then finally answered with his best English capacity, "Sah, I berieve that today ees an important day een this country. A speciar occasion when famiries and other peoper give gifts to theh roved ones or other famiries."
The tall figure ignored him, or at least seemed to, just was in deep thought. The escort led the man towards the building and opened the door for him, slightly bowing. They entered one of the large buildings of Wayne Tech in which of this located in Tokyo, Japan. Their shoes tapped on the amber-brown colored marble floor as they walked towards the front desk. A middle aged woman sitting there saw the man and stood up and bowed into a slight curtsy.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne, I'm Elizabeth Marti. How was your flight? Are you in need of rest?"
"Fine, thank you. And no, I should be having a good rest later. But for now, what exactly is the problem here, Mrs. Marti?" Bruce replied, his tone of voice a little softer.
The woman looked up at him and turned around, walking to the elevator, "This way, Sir."
The play-boy millionaire followed, his long, black coat waved behind him like a cape. His escort followed behind. Each ding of the elevator as it passes one floor and another, was the only perceiving sound in the small, elevating cubical.
Bruce was silent in thought. He had been in this industry of his in this city just last month, and everything was going smoothly, at least for the next six months, and now he's back in less than a month? He was quite frustrated because he had more things to deal with back in Gotham...
The elevator stopped and it's doors opened. The office room was wide. It probably took one-third of the floor. The walls were the windows, around the room were bamboo trees in little vases, ancient Japanese vases and china, two file cabinets, a desk, and a series of chairs along with it.
A large chair behind the desk had it's back towards the elevator, the occupant unseen. For a moment that seemed like hours, the chair gave a small squeak, and turned around slowly. Bruce was caught by surprise, he turned around to Mrs. Marti to ask a question but noticed she had gone back downstairs. He turned back to the chair and was taken back by surprise, but he didn't hesitate to step toward the desk and spoke out...
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"Dammit!" Barbara slammed her fingers into the computer's keyboard. She gritted her teeth, "C'mon. Find it already!" She didn't mind the odd stares of the people around her at the department, she had no one else to blame but the darn computer.
Renee Montoya walked in with a smirk on her face, "You're becoming much like your father even more everyday."
Barbara looked up and slid her glasses back up to her eyes from the bridge of her nose. She wrinkled her nose and her eyes told Montoya that she took that as a compliment. She easily read her mind. Renee was that kind of person to her. Barbara remembers long ago when her mother died, Renee would always spend time with her. Of course, her father took most of his time with the little girl too. But she always found Renee like a really close cousin, or better yet like sister that she never had. She even helped her with guys, dating, and that sort of stuff. The only problem now is that Renee is married with a successor and have an eight month old baby, and they weren't as close as before, but they still had a good bond.
Renee leaned on the door, "Hey, girlie, you can go home for the day. Have you seen the chart for today? Your slot ended two hours ago." She smiled, "I'll get Lemans to finish that for you."
"Heh, I guess I got carried away," she grinned as she got up and straitened her skirt. "I got so into the case and went too far and did some extra research on it." She put on her coat and got her bag and headed to the door.
Renee cocked her head and put a hand on Barbara's shoulder, "G'night and drive safely."
Barbara straightened her coat's collar and smiled, "You take care too. 'Night."
She got in her car, started it and went out of the GCPD parking lot. The sky was still orange with the sun setting within an hour or so. It was a quiet ride. Well, she is alone in the car. But not much in mind. She just wanted to go home and sleep.
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Taking a deep breath and a loud gasp, Dick woke up from bad dreams. He was sweating. He got up and started at the flight of stairs. 'It is always like this' he thought. 'Why do I have the same thing each time I dream?' he opened the door that was actually the back of the grandfather clock. 'It's always the bad memories.' He walked towards the kitchen which was caressed with orange light from the sun through the windows. 'Never the good.' He opened the fridge and took out the milk carton. It was almost empty so he didn't mind pouring it into the glass he'll just drink it from the carton, which Alfred would still disapprove. He sat down at the breakfast table, which for normal people would be a big-enough-to-serve-an-army dining table. He banged his head on the table lightly. 'Mom. Dad. Bruce. Babs.' He brought his head up and put chin where his forehead use to be. 'Barbara, I'm sorry.' He took a deep breath, 'Clancy.'
OoOo!! Who's the mystery guy who said "I am now here.." ?! Mwahahahahaha! That's for you to find out when I keep on updating! Okay, tell me the truth. Do you like the idea of the Bruce/Selena(/??) thing, or leave them out? Don't worry, Dick and Babs are my favorite pairings in DCU so this is still their story... Tell me in your review if you want B/S/? here. Seriously, it's your choice! And I hope you like Timmy and his little crush!