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Chpt.3
The train ride to Gotham was painstakingly boring. I just sat there, watching as the scenery around me rushed by. My mind was thinking what I would do once I got to Gotham. I had no family there and not a lot of money, so chances of me finding a place to stay was slim to none. Then there was the issue of getting on the GPD roof and shining the Bat-signal in the sky without the cops finding out. After that there would be the moment of truth whether Batman was a myth or an actual person. Then after that I would have to find out if Batman was going to help me find my parents' murderer. Obviously I had a lot on my hands.
"Excuse me sir?" I inquired to a man walking by. "Do you know when the train will get to Gotham?" he smiled and answered,
"About thirty more minutes."
"Thank you," I grinned and he walked away. As I sat in my seat, trying to plot how I was going to make my plan work, I couldn't help but feel a tad uneasy. It felt like I was being watched.
"Please tell me I'm just being paranoid," I whispered to myself. "I'll turn around and see no one staring at me or anything." I turned around to look behind me. I could see a familiar face staring at me, and once I turned around he smiled. It was the man who I met in my parents' shop. The one who had the gun! "Crap. Crap. Crap." I muttered to myself. What the heck am I gonna do… what the heck is he gonna do? Since he's staring and smiling at me he clearly knows who I am. Then something scary happened. He walked over and sat next to me.
"Hello… what's your name? Shelly right?" he questioned. I glared at him.
"I prefer Dodge." I growled. He chuckled. I wish that the cops were asking me questions about what the guy looks like now. I got a perfect image right in front of me! "Now that you know my name, what's yours?" this statement made him laugh.
"How stupid do you think I am?"
"Since I personally don't know you I'd have to give you the benefit of the doubt and say that you're probably smarter than you look. I'm thinking you're an idiot. Smarter then a moron or imbecile, but not quite at the smart level yet."
"You're a rude little girl. If I were you I'd learn some manners."
"Considering the state of health my parents are in and how you made it that way, I'm surprised that my behavior surprises you. Oh wait. No. I'm not surprised. You're and idiot after all." His eyebrows furrowed over his eyes to glare at me.
"You figured it out."
"Yah, it wasn't that difficult genius. Now answer me this. Why? Why'd you do it?" I questioned.
"Not me personally. It's my boss." he stated.
"Your boss. Does this guy have a name?" I questioned.
"Yup. The Penguin. The reason why I'm heading to Gotham." he explained. I gave him a questioning look.
"Why did the Penguin want my parents' dead?"
"Beats me," he shrugged.
"So where is he now?" My parents' murderer opened up his jacket to show me his gun.
"You'll find out. You apparently intrigue him. Why is beyond my concern or my care. However, orders are that if you make any sudden movements or scream for help, your folks won't be the only ones in your family shot," he hissed, then added, "If he didn't need you and I told you all of that information you'd be dead now."
"I thought you were just being stupid," I sighed. He gave me a glare and I was quick to change the subject. "So you were stalking me?"
"Yup. You made it easy since you were headed to Gotham. Why were you headed there anyway?"
"Just because you have a gun pointed at me doesn't me I'm gonna tell you everything." He smirked at my response. "You're a strange twelve year old."
"Yup." I stated. I sat there calmly, waiting for the train to stop at Gotham. I stayed still and calm while in my mind I was in full panic mode. How the heck am I gonna get out of this one! My plan never involved me talking to my parents murderer and getting a gun pointed at me!