A/N:Tanner comes to live with the Wayne Family, but who is Tanner?
Who Is Tanner?
By Alisa Joaquin
Part 7: A Vision Most Foul
After dinner, Tanner started back to the carriage house, but paused at the back door. He still questioned why Samantha would be angry at Tim for going out so soon after their return from Atlantis. Where was that? He didn't even question whether Atlantis was a real place. Instead he wondered where it was and how they got there. Tanner hadn't heard a car approach the house. Now that he could finally relax. Tanner could explore and even reflect on the many questions that floated through his mind.
Tonight, certainly was not the time to ask about the medallion around his neck. In fact, tonight was a time to learn more about his host and his family. He really wanted to know why Mr. Wayne acted one way and then reversed his course and acted another. There was something about the man that was shrouded in mystery. He could almost sense it.
Tanner was suddenly thrown off guard when his mind was propelled forward in time. He saw two figures trying to escape a group of men dressed in black. One he did not recognize. The second who was leading the other had a familiar face, but was partially covered in a scraggily beard, his hair stained with some outlandish color.
"Hurry, we need to go this way. My car is just down the street."
Tanner observed the pair climb into the young man's car. When he turned the ignition, the car suddenly exploded, and both died instantly. When the image faded, Tanner lost his balance and stumbled against the wall. Tanner was left breathless.
"Master Virgil, are you all right?"
Gentle arms supported him, arms that were elderly, but had not lost their strength.
"I . . . I have to warn them," Virgil said.
"Warn who?" Alfred questioned.
Tanner's eyes went wide when the one face of the younger of the two figures clearly showed in his mind. He knew in an instant whom it was. His eyes, it was his eyes. They were a distinct blue, and Timothy had that distinct blue.
"Timothy, I have to warn Timothy."
"Timothy, whatever for?"
"He's walking into a trap!"
"Um, Master Tanner, I'm sure you're mistaken. Master Timothy . . . "
" . . . Isn't going to an office," Tanner continued. "Don't lie to me, Alfred. I know what I saw! Where is Timothy going?"
"I . . . I cannot say," Alfred replied.
"Can't or won't."
Alfred didn't know what to say.
"In a few hours, Timothy is going to be killed in a car explosion, along with another man, if I don't stop it. Now, tell me where he's going?"
Alfred sighed. "Metropolis. He is heading to Metropolis."
"Then we need to stop him before he leaves."
"It's too late, Master Tanner," Alfred said. "Master Timothy has left."
"What!? Then we have to talk to Mr. Wayne."
"Mr. Wayne will be indisposed for the evening."
"I don't believe this," Tanner was incensed. "What kind of man would send a 17 year old into danger?"
"I can assure you, Master Tanner, Master Timothy is in no danger."
"Alfred, do you have a habit of lying to all of your guests?"
Alfred was taken aback by that statement. Either Master Tanner was very perceptive, or he was more than what he seemed.
"Never mind," Tanner frowned. "If no one will believe me, then it is up to me to do something before it's too late."
A/N: Watch for these future stories – Talon D, Subliminal Death, and Tiny Tim Adventures.