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Hi all. I did a revision because the other one was a little confusing and just jumped right in to the meat of things. I got some good advice and decided to take a step back and move the story at a steady pace. Anyhow I'm going to add in more writing to clear up the confusion. I won't change anything to drastically, that could be confusing in and of it's self. I'll do my best to fix it up and move it along. Sorry for the long wait and not updating on time but life got really wild… In a good way. Any how thanks for reading and pleas give me your input on the fic it helps.
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Bruce was at home with Ace eating their evening meals. He had ordered in again seeing as how he'd long given up on finding a replacement for his late friend Alford. Chinese as usual, today was Wednesdays and he always ordered Chinese on Wednesdays, but never from the same store twice in a week and never the same meal. He didn't want to leave and obvious pattern of behavior. But that had been the reason for doing this anyway, to establish a pattern; however old habits are hard to break. His mulling was brought back to attention from a voice on the phone.
"Bruce! Are you still there?"
"Oh, um Barbra.' He had been so engaged in his past memories that he'd almost forgotten that she was still on the line. "Sorry."
I hear you wrangled yourself a new errand boy."
"I never wrangled anyone. You all came to me."
"Maybe for once you should try to talk someone out of it."
"Would it have worked for you?"
She didn't say anything and he knew she wouldn't.
"Good night Barbra."
Bruce hung up the phone smiling at the expression he knew that Barbra would be wearing right now.
Bruce was just about to go to bed when his phone sung for the second time. He wasn't expecting any callers, at least not this late. He looked over to Ace and patted his head. The Great Dane had popped up from his resting position. He murmured something and Ace began to ease back into his former position.
"Yes McGinnis."
"I'm sorry Mr. Wayne but I'm not Terry."
"Who are you…"
"And how did I get this number? Pleas one question at a time Bruce, My name is Emma Frost and how I got your number is not important right now. And no we haven't met."
"How?"
"That's not important at the moment either Mr. Wayne."
"Look lady, this…"
"Is getting a little annoying… yes I know and I'm sorry, it happens when I'm nervous."
Bruce stood quiet on the phone for a second. He needed time to think. He had heard of the name Emma Frost before. He punched her name into his computer and ran a full background check on her and then begun to resume the conversation.
"So what do you want?"
"I'll get right to the point; I need your help Mr. Wayne, it's a matter of life and death."
"You still haven't told me anything Mrs. Frost."
The computer had just finish tracing the call and pulling up her background. He knew he'd heard of her.
Emma Frost AKA the White Queen. Former member of the Hellfire Club and now headmistress of Xavier's institute, she's a Homo-superior a powerful telepath that can take a diamond form.
Bruce sighed into the phone. "You were saying Mrs. Frost."
"I was waiting for your computer to feed you my info."
"It has."
"Good then you know where I live come to the institute so that we can talk in person, oh and do bring Terry; I'm dying to see what the new Batman looks like. Oh and Bruce …
Emma had been really helpful, using her abilities to warn him of Ink's next strike. She called it a show of good faith... Well Mr. Wayne I hope to see you soon.
"Click."
Bruce looked intently at the phone for a bit longer before turning back to his computer, this was going to be another sleepless night, but he refused to walk in to a situation without the upper hand.
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Terry was half way into his Zorro costume when he got a call from Bruce. Twenty minutes later he was at the power plant waiting for ink to strike. He didn't really think she would. In truth he thought that this Emma lady was a fraud. Homo-superior were a dying breed. He had done all the research; you don't become the new bat man and not do your homework. Genetic splicing was the closes simulation one could get to being a Homo-superior now-a-days and that was but a pale shadow of what a Homo-superior was.
Terry couldn't help mull over the fact that he was missing the party, and his own version of a Homo-superior would be there dancing and having fun. Willie did look really superior in that get up and terry couldn't wait to see him in it again. Damn… brains and look every ones going to be all over him. There was a twinge of jealousy at that thought.
Terry sat there for another hour and no ink, he tried hard not to think of Willie cause that was just to distracting, the only other thing to do to help pass the time was trying to figure out this Emma person.
The woman was a good hacker that's all, a damn good hacker and an even better investigator. How else could she get the number to the bat cave and know all about me and Bruce. This thought did not comfort him in the least. There was a mad woman out there just as good with a computer as oracle and that was a scary thing.
He looked at his watch again. In the next fifteen minutes he would have been here for two hours, not that he hasn't done a stake-out that lasted longer then two hours before. Though usually his stake-outs were founded on something more concrete then some laimo's say so.
Terry had been going over Emma's background check for the ninth time when he caught sight of the tar bitch. He still had a score to settle with her and his blood boiled with anticipation. He followed her in to the warehouse swearing that this time she wouldn't get the best of him.
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