Hey another new chapter.*Dances* Ya I told you, I have lots of time to write on Tuesdays and Thursdays now! Wahooo. Lets get to the story.
P.S. The formatting messed up sorry my computers acting up.
"I HATE Batgirl's costume, mask, everything!...and she wears heels! WHO WEARS HIGH HEELS WHEN FIGHTING CRIME?" yelled and continued on her rant Sara. "Apparently, Batgirl does. Or...um...did." I replied. I ignored the whole negative feel she was giving off. "Oh, yeah, well now I feel bad for bashing her." She got up then winced as she took a deep breath. She obviously was still feeling her injuries, they did not look good at all. I also decided to get up. I rubbed my head. It was still foggy and somethings were still swimming around me. "That knockout gas gives me a heck of a headache and nausea," I groaned,now having both my hands on my head. "Tell me about it." growled Sara. I walked inside my house...Unlocking the back door with the key that I always hid under the welcome mat. Because lets face it I would never remember the key if I had to bring it with me places. A beeping noise went off as soon as I opened the door. "Stupid alarm," I sighed as I disabled the intruder alarm with the keypad by the door. That thing was annoying but nessicary in Gotham to keep you and your stuff safe. The beeping stopped after I entered the code. "Where are our parents?" Asked Sara, looking around my house for about the millionth time. Why did she even ask... She knew they were never home. "Out," I replied, "probably in Philadelphia with my grandparents." I said they never told me where they were going they always were just gone for months come home for a week and go again. "Where?" Asked Sara, confused. "Philly." I replied. "again." she said with some sorrow towards me. "Yah." We walked up to my room and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bed. Sara took the Batgirl costume out of her backpack. Her backpack also had her sleeping bag and stuff that she didn't use on our visit to Nightwing's Hideout. "I just wish that he would trust us enough to give us a utility belt," Sighed Sara. "Nightwing said that he would, eventually," I added. "Hopefully, eventually means soon." stated Sara bluntly. She spread out the costume on her bed. "Ugh...it's just so UGLY," she groaned. "We'll figure it out," I said, smugly spreading out the Robin costume out on the bed beside hers. "The first thing to fix will be this cape," said Sara. "It's so long! It keeps getting tangled around my feet!" She took out a pair of scissors, and tried to cut through the fabric of the cape. "It...won't CUT!" She cried. She held up the dented scissor blade, and looked at the undamaged black fabric of the cape. Then, she opened up her backpack. "This should do it," she said, taking out a laser. "where did you get that?" I asked, unbelieving. "I stole it from his weapon's stash," she replied. I glared at her and scolded her with me eyes. She pressed a button on the side of the laser, and with a hum, it came to life. She pointed it at the cape. BZZZZZZ! The beam bounced off of the fabric and singed a hole in the wall behind me. "Ugh..." I sighed, looking at the smoking hole in the wall. "THAT WAS ALMOST MY HEAD!" yelled Sara. "THE LASER ALMOST TOOK MY HEAD OFF!" Obviously, the cape couldn't be cut or damaged. I guess that we'd have to wait until Monday when we went to see Nightwing again. Sara took the costume off of her bed, and folded it into her backpack again. "Ugh, at least I'll be able to do something about the shoes," she sighed. She took the high heeled boots out of the bag. "This is ridiculous," she sighed. "I can't even walk in these, let alone fight in them." Sara grabbed a different pair of boots. These had a flexible rubber sole, and were not high heeled. However, they were also black and leather. "These should do better," she laughed, and stuffed them in her backpack. "They're like a hybrid between tennis shoes and boots. Pretty cool, huh?" "My turn." I yelled smiling., completely ignoring her question. A grabbed the Bird-(or is it Bat?)-arang that I had stolen from the cave. I had hidden it in my backpack. Sara looked at me and glared "DUDE, YOU SCOLD ME FOR STEALING A LASER, BUT YOU STOLE A BIRDARANG!" She screeched. "Well...I would call it borrowing." I replied sheepishly "Okay, people will think I'm a boy in this Robin costume. What should I do?" I asked myself. "Um...How about you...I dunno? Oh! I know! You could make the pants into shorts! And you could cut off the bottom of the shirt. Like a feminine version of Robin!" Sara exclaimed. "I guess so. But not too short," I replied. "We'll have to wait until tomorrow, anyway," Sara growled. "We won't see Dick...erm...Nightwing...again until Monday afternoon. He should be able to fix our costumes for us." "Agreed," I said. We both just sat on the bed for a while, thinking about what had happened in the past few weeks. I just felt so...overwhelmed. "Let me try the Birdarang!" Sara yelled, breaking the silence. Getting annoyed, I held it in my hand gently. "No, I can't," I said, almost sadly. "Why?" asked Sara, confused. "I know this will sound ridiculous, but I feel attached to it." I replied,I felt like I needed it. "Fine," sighed Sara. "I'm gonna go take a nap. My ribs are still killing me." I walked with Sara out to the hallway by my room. I had barely taken two steps when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "What do you want, Sara?" I asked in annoyed matter, then realized that Sara was in front of me. I turned around slowly, and saw Nightwing crouched on the ceiling. "AHHHHH!" I screamed in alarm. Nightwing dropped down to the floor silently, and slouched against the wall. "Hey. I just wanted to make sure that you guys were OK," he said. "Um...how did you disable the alarm?" asked Sara in confusion. "Who said I came through a door?" Nightwing replied. He strode in the opposite direction, and opened the window at the end of the hallway. "Anything else you might need?" he asked. "Oh! Yeah! said Sara, and sprinted back to my room to grab her backpack. "This is the ugliest costume that I have ever seen. I want you to make some modifications to it." Nightwing took the costume, and also the sheet of paper that Sara had handed to him. "What's this?" he asked. "Plans," Sara replied coldy but I sensed humor behind it, "For the new outfit. And the weapons, too!" "Oh. Um...Ok?" "Hey!" I cried. "Take my costume, too!" I handed him the sheet of paper with my plans on it, and the Robin costume. "Teen girls," he groaned, "They're so in to style these days." Dick shot a Birdarang out of the window and swung out. Sara and I both looked everywhere, but he had disappeared. "Boys," Sara sighed, "They're so into drama these days." "Figures." Sara completed the walk to our room and instantly fell asleep. She must have been really tired, still recovering from her rib injuries and all. Plus, we had school the next day. I thought, ugh, the first day of 8th grade. We moved up a school, and now we're going to Gotham Public Middle/High. The last thing I heard before I closed the door to my room was Sara. "Some people's children," she growled. I stifled a chuckle and fell asleep. She had got to my bed first so I went to my desk, laid my head down, and fell asleep. ( August 6, 2012 7:10 a.m My house) "Ugh." I looked around, and saw Sara asleep on my bed. I had fallen asleep at my desk, though. I got up changed into my black jeans and turquoise blue shirt that said love on it. I pulled on my old, torn up sneakers. I went into the kitchen and made some breakfast for Sara and I. She was still sleeping. Normally, I would have woken her up by now, but i felt bad about her ribs. I let her sleep. When breakfast was done, I went back to the room and woke her up. "Hey it's time for school," I yelled. She woke up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "What time is it?" Sara groaned. "It's 7:26," I answered. "What time does the bus come again?" "7:50, dumb ass," I reply sarcastically "Okay, meet you in the kitchen. And Autumn , if our parents were here, they would tell you to watch your language," She chuckled. "But they aren't here." I said coldy warning her not to go down that path. "Very true." I went to kitchen and made some eggs. Sara came in about 5 minutes later with her boots, jeans, and t-shirt she always wore. She grabbed a plate and piled it with eggs. "Thanks, That's nice," she said, as she shoveled her face full of eggs. "Well, you're injured and I felt bad, but don't you get use to it." "Yah, yah. Whatever." After she ate, we grabbed our backpacks my parents had sent us in the mail. They were full of new school supplies. We walked to the bus stop. (August 6, 2012 7:53. On bus) I was really happy that we were the first stop so we each could grab our own seats. We said hi to the bus driver and walked down the aisle to our seats. "Hey, do you think we'll see Siri and Bailey and all those guys?" I asked, excited. "Yah, of course." replied Sara. "But we CAN'T TELL them about what happened over the summer. Just say that we were in Mexico or something." "OK," I replied. "Uh, I can't wait to start school." "Wait, what did you say, Autumn " "I said I can't wait for school to start." "Wow how do you say that?" "I want to see our other friends!" "But you have a calendar that you start every year on the first day of school counting the days till summer." "Yah, I said that I wanted to see our friends. It's not like I was excited to LEARN." I exclaimed. "Oh," replied Sara.
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