Chapter 6! Faster then the last one!

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Chapter 6

KylePOV

After we pulled into the estate, I quickly changed back into my cloths that I came in, which was my Batman shirt and jeans, which Alfred had so kindly washed for me while I was dying of boredom. I decided to actually do something with my hair. I went to bathroom and examined myself in the mirror. My hair is blonde, but not like neon, it's gonna get darker as I get older. My eyes, now, I'm actually quite fond of my eyes. Baby blues. I noted the zit on my chin and popped it quickly, then went back to my hair. I took the ponytail out and ran my hand through it. It's not short but it's not terribly long either. I sighed and gave up after a few moments, settling for a single braid.

So now that you've had a taste of the Kyle Lincoln teenage problems, back to the story.

I slide down the banister in true fashion and walked into the kitchen. Bruce was scrawling on a piece of paper-correction-a check, and handed it to Dick.

"Alright, Dick, can you run this to the bank for me?" He asked. "I'm going to try and find a way to get Kyle back to her world."

Dick nodded. "Yea, sure." he said, tucking it into his pocket.

"Can I go?" I piped up, leaning on the island. Bruce thought about it.

"I don't know, I need to run some tests on your DNA..." he said. I sighed and yanked a strand of hair out and handed to him. "Uh, thanks." He rolled his eyes and put it into a test tube that he just happened to have in his pocket.

"No problem, so can I go?" I asked, I whipped out the guns. My face.

"Come on Bruce, what's the worst that could happen?" Dick asked. "Besides, I'll be there."

"That's not exactly comforting, but alright." He sighed. "Just stay out of trouble."He said, walking off.

"Alright Kyle, come on." Dick said, leading the way out to the his held out the extra helmet to me. I hesitated. "something wrong?"

"I kind of have this thing about dying..." I said. He laughed. "Hey," I said, "just cause I'm younger than ya doesn't mean that ya can laugh."

"I'm not laughing at you." He paused, "Alright, I am, but it'll fine. I'm a great rider. Mostly." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "Great." I said, putting the helmet on. I startled the back of the bike and held on for dear life. Richard Grayson is not a good bike rider. Maybe as Robin, but not as Mr. Grayson.

We screeched into the bank and I hurriedly got off.

"Never again." I said.

Dick laughed. "How will you get home?" I looked at him like he was stupid.

"I'll take the bus genius." I said walking in. "Now are we gonna deposit that check or what."

"Right right." He said, walking in beside me. We got in line and I sighed, picking up a magazine that was on the table.

I'll give you one guess as to what happened next.

Ding ding ding, the prize goes to the reader who can predict the Joker.

The front door exploded and glass flew everywhere. Dick tackled me to the ground and covered my head.

"Hello ladies and germs." Joker said, tipping his hat. "Please, don't lay down on my account, stand up stand up." We all slowly got to our feet. Dick was standing in front of me, like an older brother would, not that I minded. Joker looked in satisfaction at all of our scared faces. He stopped when he got to me."Well, isn't this a lovely coincidence." He said with a sinister smile, walking nonchalantly over.

"Back off." Dick, getting in his face.

"Ooh, we've gotta hero." Joker laughed. "Harley dear." Harley nodded with a smile.

"On it Mista J." she said, doing a back walk over. Then she got mean and went for a spiral kick at Dick. He caught her and spun her back. She just smiled as she waved at him. Then Dick was back handed from behind by a goon and thrown into a wall. He wasn't moving, not good. Not good at all.

"Dick!" I yelled, and started to run over to him. Something grabbed my arm. I knew exactly who it was.

"Whoa, not so fast sweetcheeks." Joker said, holding me back. I saw Harley flush in anger and glare at me, but said nothing.

I glared at him. "Let go would ya?" I said, struggling against his iron grip.

"But what fun would that be?" He said with a grin.

"Loads." I said, struggling harder.

"For you maybe." He said. "but not so much for us."

"Great." I said sarcastically.

"Isn't though." Joker said with a sigh. "Now, uh, Kyle was it? I want you to do me a favor." He said, slaping a cloth over my mouth. It was drugged. Fabulous.

"Sleep tight." he said into my ear.

Then I blacked out.

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I woke up groggily. I involuntarily went to rub my eyes. My hands were restricted, I looked down and I saw that my wrists were tied to a podium, like the ones you see on jeopardy. So naturally I tried yanking on them.

"Ah, ah, ah." Joker's voice came out from behind the wall that said, JOKER's JEOPARDY! Now that I noticed it. The whole place looked like a bad game show knock off. "The shows just about to start." he said. He was in a purple pinstriped suit and his hair was slicked back, more slicked back then usual.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Well," He said. "Can't a man simply entertain the world with a game show?"

"what's that got to do with me?" I gulped.

"Simple girly, you're the special contestant!" he laughed.

A red light flashed that said, "5 minutes."

The Joker dawned a grin.

"Show time."

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