Ok, so I know I said I'd let you see what was happening with Lana, but you
can wait! angel718
After an hour of waiting, Bruce seemed to realize that Clark was not going to come back. Anyway, I have to get back to the Clocktower.
When he reached the Clocktower, nail polish fumes and the scent of popcorn greeted him. Helena looked up and saw that he had arrived. She tossed a kernel of popcorn into the air and caught it in her mouth.
"Well, we don't have to work all the time," snapped Helena, noticing the confused look on his face.
"You wanted me to answer some of your questions?"
"Duh! Soooo... how do you even know about this place? And how do you know who I am? It's not like it's any of your business!" Helena questioned.
"If you want me to answer you, you're going to have to be civil. And if you must know, I was a friend of Barbara's a while back. So of course she would tell me." Bruce's voice was irritatingly calm.
"Whoa! She was your actual friend? She must have been insane! Ewww!" she shuddered disbelievingly.
" I can tell who you are. I'm not blind you know..."
"That's news to me." She snarled.
"Anyway... Alfred told me that you are doing quite well."
"Alfred is a traitor." Helena snapped coolly.
"So I guess Clark got back all right." Dinah had been watching interestedly through the whole thing, but now she wanted her questions answered.
"And besides, I had enough on my mind, thank you very much!" Bruce added, ignoring Dinah.
"Who really cares about your idiotic trade deals? Don't you think that the woman you loved and your child are a little more important?" Helena snorted furiously.
"Guys?"
"Well, I was a vigilante also, so you know, I had to fight criminals too!"
"Well you could have freaking called! How hard is it to pick up a stupid phone??" Helena was really glad to be able to let loose.
Dinah let out a shriek of frustration. "He-llo! I am asking you a simple question! Could you answer me please????"
"Dinah, please!!! Do you mind?" Now Oracle jumped in.
"All I want is to have my question answered! I mean, he's answering Helena's!"
"Relax, Dinah. What did you want to know?" Bruce swiveled around to look at her.
"Finally!" she breathed. "Ok, here's my question. Did. Clark. Get. Back. Okay." She asked it slowly, as though talking any faster would confuse them, flattening out each word like the end of a sentence.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really know." Bruce seemed very reluctant to admit it, as if afraid she would yell again. " I never went into the mansion. Lex Luthor and I were never friends."
Dinah blew up again. "So for all you know, Lex could be, like, holding Clark hostage or something! He could be dead by now! Or in, like, mortal peril because you are too cowardly to see if he's all right! What is wrong with you???"
"Dinah, you are grounded. Don't worry, Bruce, she didn't mean it. Go upstairs now." Oracle's voice was steely.
"No way!" Helena punched Dinah playfully on the shoulder; Dinah winced with pain. "Oops, sorry! Anyway, she should be rewarded for speaking her mind. You go kid!"
"Helena, I came to apologize for my unexplained absence. You are not letting me do that." Bruce was almost pleading now.
"Yeah, yeah, because unless I am very much mistaken, business deals and crime fighting are more important than Mom. And me, too. Can't forget me! Where were you on the night mom was killed, anyway?"
Dinah was watching with wide eyes as Bruce claimed he was ' out of town.' As Helena seethed, close to the exploding point again, Barbara jumped in.
"Bruce, at least Helena knows the truth now. You may want to leave or you'll never hear the end of it." She hissed under her breath.
That weekend, as Dinah sat sulking in her room, Helena rapped on the door and walked right in.
"You know, doing that could cause a problem one day." Dinah snapped.
"Shut up, kid. I come in peace." Helena held out an envelope and an ice cream bar.
"Cool! Chocolate chip cookie dough! Can I read the letter... alone?" Dinah ended meekly.
"Kay." Helena wandered out of the room, closing the door tightly.
The first thing Dinah noticed was the return address. Oh, my God, it's from Clark!
Well, there you have it. Remember, I don't own any part of this except the story line. Darkside11, have you ever seen the WB Superstar? And yellow notepaper, you're quite welcome. I'll keep reviewing, and you may get tired of my excessive use of punctuation marks, but you'll get used to it! :P
After an hour of waiting, Bruce seemed to realize that Clark was not going to come back. Anyway, I have to get back to the Clocktower.
When he reached the Clocktower, nail polish fumes and the scent of popcorn greeted him. Helena looked up and saw that he had arrived. She tossed a kernel of popcorn into the air and caught it in her mouth.
"Well, we don't have to work all the time," snapped Helena, noticing the confused look on his face.
"You wanted me to answer some of your questions?"
"Duh! Soooo... how do you even know about this place? And how do you know who I am? It's not like it's any of your business!" Helena questioned.
"If you want me to answer you, you're going to have to be civil. And if you must know, I was a friend of Barbara's a while back. So of course she would tell me." Bruce's voice was irritatingly calm.
"Whoa! She was your actual friend? She must have been insane! Ewww!" she shuddered disbelievingly.
" I can tell who you are. I'm not blind you know..."
"That's news to me." She snarled.
"Anyway... Alfred told me that you are doing quite well."
"Alfred is a traitor." Helena snapped coolly.
"So I guess Clark got back all right." Dinah had been watching interestedly through the whole thing, but now she wanted her questions answered.
"And besides, I had enough on my mind, thank you very much!" Bruce added, ignoring Dinah.
"Who really cares about your idiotic trade deals? Don't you think that the woman you loved and your child are a little more important?" Helena snorted furiously.
"Guys?"
"Well, I was a vigilante also, so you know, I had to fight criminals too!"
"Well you could have freaking called! How hard is it to pick up a stupid phone??" Helena was really glad to be able to let loose.
Dinah let out a shriek of frustration. "He-llo! I am asking you a simple question! Could you answer me please????"
"Dinah, please!!! Do you mind?" Now Oracle jumped in.
"All I want is to have my question answered! I mean, he's answering Helena's!"
"Relax, Dinah. What did you want to know?" Bruce swiveled around to look at her.
"Finally!" she breathed. "Ok, here's my question. Did. Clark. Get. Back. Okay." She asked it slowly, as though talking any faster would confuse them, flattening out each word like the end of a sentence.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really know." Bruce seemed very reluctant to admit it, as if afraid she would yell again. " I never went into the mansion. Lex Luthor and I were never friends."
Dinah blew up again. "So for all you know, Lex could be, like, holding Clark hostage or something! He could be dead by now! Or in, like, mortal peril because you are too cowardly to see if he's all right! What is wrong with you???"
"Dinah, you are grounded. Don't worry, Bruce, she didn't mean it. Go upstairs now." Oracle's voice was steely.
"No way!" Helena punched Dinah playfully on the shoulder; Dinah winced with pain. "Oops, sorry! Anyway, she should be rewarded for speaking her mind. You go kid!"
"Helena, I came to apologize for my unexplained absence. You are not letting me do that." Bruce was almost pleading now.
"Yeah, yeah, because unless I am very much mistaken, business deals and crime fighting are more important than Mom. And me, too. Can't forget me! Where were you on the night mom was killed, anyway?"
Dinah was watching with wide eyes as Bruce claimed he was ' out of town.' As Helena seethed, close to the exploding point again, Barbara jumped in.
"Bruce, at least Helena knows the truth now. You may want to leave or you'll never hear the end of it." She hissed under her breath.
That weekend, as Dinah sat sulking in her room, Helena rapped on the door and walked right in.
"You know, doing that could cause a problem one day." Dinah snapped.
"Shut up, kid. I come in peace." Helena held out an envelope and an ice cream bar.
"Cool! Chocolate chip cookie dough! Can I read the letter... alone?" Dinah ended meekly.
"Kay." Helena wandered out of the room, closing the door tightly.
The first thing Dinah noticed was the return address. Oh, my God, it's from Clark!
Well, there you have it. Remember, I don't own any part of this except the story line. Darkside11, have you ever seen the WB Superstar? And yellow notepaper, you're quite welcome. I'll keep reviewing, and you may get tired of my excessive use of punctuation marks, but you'll get used to it! :P