Woo hoo! Chapter four, written by Newsiesgirllaces! Enjoy!
I climbed up to my window, and gazed around my room. From what I could tell nobody had been inside of it. I sighed in relief, then looked at my gash. I scowled at it, hoping on the slim chance that if I stared at it long enough, it would disappear. Clearly, that wasn't happening.
I quickly tore off my tattered school uniform, and threw on a pair of blue sweatpants, and a plain red t-shirt. I knew that I needed to stop my arm from bleeding somehow. I looked at my uniform. I knew judging from the cuts that it could never be patched up, so I ripped off strips of it to make a bandage. The gash still bled and I considered turning to Bruce for help, but I knew I couldn't do that. More lectures and other tedious stuff that I had no time for. I paused for a second while in the middle of frantically wrapping my wound. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I panicked, but quickly threw the remains of my uniform into my closet. I rapidly hoped into my bed and got underneath the covers. I made sure that my bleeding arm was fully hidden by the sheets, then pretended to be asleep.
The door handle jiggled, and I heard somebody walk in. I knew for a fact that it wasn't Alfred, because he would usually crack the door a bit, peer in to make sure I was okay, then close it.
"I know you're not asleep. Your breathing's too fast." stated a dark voice.
Oh wonderful. It's Bruce, I thought bitterly. "They don't call you the world's Greatest Detective for nothing." I said, letting out a small chuckle. His face was stern and serious. Surprise, surprise.
"You know that I'm doing this to benefit you." he stated.
Oh great. Here starts a lecture. "Yes I know." I nodded my head. I needed to get Bruce out of the room right away. I could tell that I needed more cloth for my wound because it looked like I was bleeding through the covers.
"I know you don't like this now…"
Ain't that the truth.
"But I'm sure you will enjoy the rest once you relax." he finished.
"Yeah Bruce. In fact, I think I'm starting to like it right now." I let out a smile that I prayed looked believable. He gave me a skeptical look.
"Are you alright?" he inquired.
No! If you don't get out of this room right now I could die from blood loss! "Never better." I sighed, but let out a small grin. Just leave! He raised an eye brow, but walked out of the room.
Thank goodness. I sighed, but then remembered my situation. I stealthily got out my uniform from my closet. Stupid Poison Ivy! I thought angrily. If she didn't somehow get out of the wacky shack, I wouldn't have this problem in the first place! I would have gotten to school, done my exams, and everything would be perfect. But no! I wrapped the cloth tightly around my wound, and it seemed to stop bleeding. And how the heck did she now I was connected to Batman? If I went and told him then she would know for sure! So plain and simple. I won't tell Bruce about Ivy being loose, and stop her myself. I was content with that plan until I realized a flaw. How am I gonna get her if Bruce wants me to rest?
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