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Chap 33
Bruce Wayne was standing out in the garden of the Wayne manor. The night was chilly, but he seemed not to pay attention to the protests of his body, for he was shivering, and still did not bother to get a sweater or muffler or any kind of winter wear. His eyes kept daring at the sky intermittently and even the slightest movement, as slight as a distortion in the air current, caught his attention.
He was gripped with excitement and anticipation. He knew that the night was still young, and held more than it apparently had to offer. That night, if everything went on as planned, this whole charade had to end. Unfortunately, he wasn't getting any positive vines about it. His first subject should've arrived about an hour ago. And the fact that he had played all his cards and could do nothing to further expedite the things wasn't helping his mood.
"What's taking her so long?" he muttered to himself. The entire plan was based on the premise which was there on the back of his mind all the time, but striking to him after he had escaped certain death in the valley. He had never doubted that premise after that. The information obtained from Lisa's computer, the futile search for Lisa – everything fit into the picture perfectly.
"She has to come! She will come!" he said to himself, resolutely. He felt a slight ache in his head, probably because of the cold air. He retreated to a bench, involuntarily, his gaze still fixed at the skies. Come on, Diana! Do you have no concern for my life!
Like an answer to his prayers, he heard a thud behind him. However, being desperate did not weaken his observation, for he flinched, but did not turn back. The thud was harder than he had expected, suggesting that the landing was uncontrolled.
"Superman!" he whispered in a muffled voice.
"Not exactly!" said a female voice from behind. Bruce could hear someone approaching him. His heart raced, that was unexpected.
"L…Lisa" he stammered, without turning around.
"Don't call me like that! I dread that name." she said.
Bruce gulped visibly. "Then what do I call you?" he asked, as if trying to keep up the conversation.
"Nothing!" she said. Bruce could almost feel her breath on his neck. He shivered a bit.
"Nothing - that would be an awful name for a beautiful woman! Reminds me of Odyssey!" he said, and laughed nervously. "No body! - Nothing! What else is left?"
"Shut up!" the lady ordered, "I'm not here to acknowledge your lame jokes."
"Then I suppose you're here to kill me!" he said, as he turned around to face her.