"Come on," Ollie said, leading Turnip to the kitchen of his mansion.
Turnip seemed unfazed by the sie of Ollie's home. He walked behind Ollie, looking down at the ground.
Ollie had Turnip sit one one of the chairs at the kitchen island. He looked through the cabinets, pulling out a can of soup for Turnip. "How do you feel?" Ollie asked as he pulled the lid off the can and poured it into a bowl.
Turnip shrugged tiredly, laying his head down on the counter top, cushioned by his arms. "Hurts..."
Ollie walked over to Turnip after he put the soup in the michrowave. "Whar hurts?" He asked.
"My head..." Turnip said. "And my stomach hurts..."
"When was the last time you ate?" Ollie asked, putting his elbows on the counter in front of Turnip.
"Few days ago..." Turnip said.
Ollie nodded. "Turnip, I need to talk to you about something."
Turnip looked at Ollie, as if he already knew what was coming. You could almost see the heart break in his eyes. "Y-You promised..."
Ollie couldn't look at him. The hurt and betrayel was obvious in Turnip's voice. "You know I can't keep you."
"Y-You said-"
"I know what I said, kid." Ollie snapped. "Yeah, adults lie. But sometimes they have to because they can't reason with a god damn bipolar kid who's too stubborn to listen." He said, his words sounding crueler than he meant them too.
Turmip stared at Ollie, his eyes wide in shock. He nodded slowly and looked down at his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He felt like his insides were being ripped apart at Ollie's words. He should have fought Ollie and stayed in Whispertowne, but he let Ollie win. He should have known that he couldn't trust anyone. He felt like he needed to throw up, but he knew he had nothing in his stomach.
Shit. Ollie thought when Turnip started trembling, tears falling down his cheeks. "Turnip..."
Turnip wiped his eyes. He looked at Ollie, a small, fake smile on his face. "It's okay," He said weakly. "I understand..." His body still shivered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't need to yell." Ollie said, walking over to stand beside Turnip.
Turnip smiled again. ''You were upset, it's fine."
Ollie could see that Turnip was about to burst into tears ant minute. His lips were quivering, is eyes were glassy and his breathing was labored.
"I won't send you off until you're ready." Ollie said, even though they both knew Turnip would never be ready.
Turnip's eyes flashed an uncharacteristic scowel*, but it was gone as soon as it happened and Ollie wasn't even sure if he had really saw it. "Thanks..." Turnip mumbled.
The michrowave chimed and Ollie went to get it. He set it in front of Turnip. "I'll show you were the shower is when your done." He said.
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Ollie gently wrapped clean gauze around Turnip's hands. Ollie knew Turnip must've been using his bow a lot before he found him, but he didn't know why that would make his hands bloody and raw like they were before.
Turnip sat on the same stool again, watching as Ollie bandaged his hands.
Ollie had already taken care of the gash on Turnip's leg. It had ran from his ankle to his knee, and he wouldn't tell Ollie how he got it.
"All done." Ollie said.
"Thanks." Turnip said. He was wearing a grey t shirt and blue plaid pajama pants he had brought with him from Whispertowne.
"Do you wanna go shoot?" Ollie asked as he cleaned up the old bandages.
"Yes," Turnip said softy.
"Kay," Ollie said, heading towards his indoor target range (because he's just that awesome). ''Grab your bow and follow me."
Turnip jumped off the stool. He grabbed his bow, which was sitting the the floor and followed Ollie.
Ollie brought him to a huge room in the mansion that was about the size of a gym. There were targets along one side. There were arrows sit in small buckets on the other side. They walked over to one of the buckets and Ollie handed him about five arrows.
"Show me what you can do." He said.
"Do you need these back?" Turnip asked.
"No, I have-"
In a matter of seconds, Turnip had shot all of the arrows onto the same bull's eye, each one splitting the one before.
"...plenty..." Ollie said, eyes wide as he stared at the split arrows. He then looked at Turnip. "Good job."
Turnip smiled, lowering his bow.
"What this." Ollie grabbed an arrow from from one of the other buckets and walked over to the other side of the gym. He mounted the arrow on his own bow as Turnip walked over and stood a few feet behind him. Ollie drew back the shooting string and let it go. The arrow went straight through the bull's eyes of about four different targets, which were set up like dominos until it reached the final bull's eye at the far end of the gym.
Turnip smiled and looked at Ollie when he turned around. "That was awesome." He said.
Ollie smiled and looked at the arrow on the far end again. "You should try it some time."
Turnip shook his head. "I'm not strong enough."**
"Your arrows went pretty far,"
"What's going on in here?"
Ollie and Turnip looked at the enterence of the gym.
Dinah walked over to them, looking at the arrows. "What did I miss?"
"We were just showing off." Ollie said.
Dinah nodded. "How are you doing, Turnip?"
"Good..." Turnip said shyly. He then looked at Dinah and then Ollie, wondering why Dinah was there or how convinient it was that she knew were Ollie lived. "Are you two shacking?" He asked innocently.
Ollie burst out laughing, holding his side.
Dinah sighed, he cheeks pink. "No, honey, we're just good friends."
"Like, good friends or goood friends?" He asked. "My brother taught me the difference." He said, an innocent smile on his face.
Dinah glared at Ollie, who continued to laugh.
Turnip sighed and looked away, dropping the question.
"I came to tell you Batman needs you guys."
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Next chapter will start at watch tower.
*Turnip's little scowel was just to say "like hell you will."
**for those of you who don't know, the stronger you are, the more tension in your shooting string you can handle, and more tension means your arrow will go farther.
And I was wondering you wanted me to hook Turnip up with any one on the team? M'gann and Conner are already an item, so not them. I was thinking Rob and Turnip.
I also need ideas for this story. I know how it will end and all, but I need to make it longer.
And here is some exciting news! This is the first time I'm telling any one this. I've had planned out since the first chapter!
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Silent as Whispertowne is the first story of a trilogy! hahahahahhaha So more of your fave characters (unless I kill em off) and Turnip.
Okay, review or I don't update.