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CHAPTER 7
"What?!"
"I'm his son." the younger man repeated slowly. The two older people exchanged looks.
"I don't believe it." the older man breathed. "You look so much like your mother, more than him."
"You knew my mum?" he asked, clearly surprised. Again the two exchanged looks.
"There aren't any resemblance we can see between you and him."
"Well, not physically." the older man quickly added. Barbara sighed heavily rubbing her temples.
"How old are you, by the way?" she asked.
"20." the younger man, Ben responded quickly. The older man, Tim frowned.
"You look too young to be tweenty." he said grimly, "You can't be much older than me." the older man paused, "Let me repeat the question. And answer honestly. How old are you?"
"I'm turning eighteen this year." the boy's eyes fell. Tim nodded.
"That's more like it." he exclaimed, "I'm Tim by the way, and you already know Barbara." the boy nodded slowly.
"How do you know him?" he asked Barbara, "Mr. Wayne, I mean."
"I'm married to his other son, Dick. As well as my family and him being good friends." she responded with a tight smile. "There are many secrets in the family, Mr. Walker, that it's best that you don't dig to far deep. It won't only destroy you. But your family." His eyes fell. "There's isn't much we can tell you, apart from the fact that he never knew you existed."
"What kind of secrets?"
"How is your mother by the way?" she asked quietly.
"You know my mother?!" Ben looked at her, clearly surprised.
"You know his mother?!" Tim cried out at the same time.
"I met her, once, during a party, eighteen years ago, not long before the first Robin left Gotham." she said slowly,
"Annabelle Walker, am I correct?" the boy nodded.
"Yeah, but..." the young boy trailed off. "I need a place to stay. I got into this big fight with her. About wanting to know about my father." Barbara let out a small chuckle. "It's not funny!"
"There's the family resemblance!" she exclaimed, "The fighting!"
Detective Harvey Bullock covered his eyes, as the smoke blew out from the building. Inside, the villian known as Two-Face had somehow escaped, hunting down the judge who had sentence him life at Arkham. Already several officers had entered the building, with no word from them. Despite the fact that he had always hated the Bat, now some part of him wished that Batman was alive and kicking. Captain Ellen Yin appeared behind him, looking somewhat stressed.
"How could this have happened?" she asked. Bullock simply shrugged.
"You got me, Capt'." he responded. Moments later, they noticed a familiar figure fly into the building. "Batman? Naw it can't be..."
"Nightwing." Ellen breathed.
"This is going to be interesting." the masked man smiled inwardly, watching the fight scene between Nightwing and Two-Face's men, as the villian stood close by, laughing proudly.
"What makes you think the others won't come?"
"If they were to come, they would've come by now."
"I'm talking about the League." Slade gestured to the other screens, where the villians he had once placed were tied up, with the founding members of the Justice League talking to the officer in charge.
"Damn it!" the villian swore. "They weren't meant to come."
"You have to push him to the limit," Slade sneered, "Make him want to hurt them, than the League will have no choice but to stop him."
"There's an idea that might actually work."
"Joker, Two-Face, Poison IVy, Harlee, Killer Croc, Baby Doll, Scarecrow, Mad Hatter, the Riddler ... all of them out?" Barbara repeated, facing her father shocked, "How the hell did they get out?"
"I'm not sure." James sighed, "With Nightwing's return, trying to bring them down... I can't help but wonder who's the master mind behind this all. Barbara sighed heavily.
"The League are helping?" James nodded slowly.
"So I've heard." he responded. "But is the League enough to stop them all?" he looked at his daughter worriedly.
"Dad..."
"I'm scared." James said quietly. "That the world we fought for... that Batman fought for will disappear."
"You have gotta be kidding me!" Tim cried out.
"Consider it Tim. What if this world... our world becomes a hell whole?" she asked, "I don't like it either, but we should help him as well..." she added quietly. "You were with him when you both went to that other world. And the way you described it... well..." her eyes fell.
"Our world isn't going to become like that." Tim said dangerously. "If Dick continues to do what he's doing, our world will become like that!"
"What other choice do we have left Tim?" she asked, "This is a war that they can't fight alone."
Dick woke up with a start. Breathing heavily he climbed out of bed, noticing a familiar dark figure. He rubbed his eyes, only to see the figure still standing there.
"Bruce?" he asked softly. The figure didn't move. "It can't be you." The shadowed figure continue to stare at him, as if questioning his actions. Dick looked to the side, narrowing his eyes. "I have to do this." he said quietly, "If not for you, for me." the figure raised it's arm, pointing to the picture on the bedside table. It was of Dick and his family. "Babs... Mary..." he murmured. "What is it? What are you trying to say?"
"Danger." he mouthed before disappearing.
"I'm fine." Ben said into the receiver. "I'll... just be a few days. Weeks I guess." he paused, sighing heavily. "I know mum. I know. Yes, my... my brother is taking care of me." another long pause. "Yes mum." he paused again, now looking somewhat annoyed, "Love you too." he hung up.
"Nice chat?"
"Meh." he responded, shrugging, "I'll be in my room." she nodded as he walked down the corridor. The door bell rang.
"I'll get it!" Barbara exclaimed. The red-head opened the door, with a cheery smile, only for it to fade. "Oh god." she breathed. The last thing she heard was Mary crying out her name before her world went black.
digi-gal-rox: that's it for now! - much lurv!