A/N: This may come as a disappointment…Or Relief
I'm Putting this story on a temporary hold. It may take a few days, weeks, a month or even a couple of year's. It's not coming around to how I want it, when I first thought about it I wanted to make it funny and light hearted, but annoying to Batman. I in no way wanted it to be serious…So I'm going to read over. Maybe I'll and tweak, change, possibly even delete some stuff, or do nothing at all.
I've driven so far off the country, I better go back now before I'm completely lost. I need to figure out how to bring more fun into this. So I'll give you one chapter before I disappear for awhile. On this story…I'm going to bring life back to another one…Who need's more help.
Why am I listening to such a sad song? This is happy!
I thank everybody who has read my story J
The cave was a buzz, people running around. Bruce had just received a call, a call from somebody he had completely forgotten said was going to call. Cass, If she knew what the boys had done all on their own…They would be toast. Actual toast she would cook them into bread.
"Ice bring me more ice!" Tim shouted.
Dick ran about, full bags of ice, handing a hand full to Tim who wrapped them in small towel and distractedly plopped it on his adoptive fathers head, hard. Making way to his eldest brother they both began tearing the baggies apart, tearing the cute little penguin with no remorse.
"I never thought I'd be grateful to the penguin." Tim said.
At other times…Dick would have insisted they saved the cute little penguin character, now…."Hurry! Faster!" Dick shouted, pulling a compartment on the machine open dumping ice in it unceremoniously, when it was full he shook the bag everywhere. Pelting people with ice.
"Chill!" Tim snapped.
"We don't want a repeat like Bruce!" He hissed. Both brothers turned to the dazed look of their adopted father, when Cass had called she reminded them about Toby. Her son and how he was coming over. She had to go do something, disgruntled with the thought of more kids he could endanger with his carelessness. The previous Batman had looked where he was going and stepped on one of Dick's a melting ice cubes and slipped. Hitting his head on the old Batmobile's tire.
"He really let him self go…" Dick said.
They tilted their heads simultaneously, looking over the old graying Bat. Blinking sluggishly his head was tilted skyward, looking somewhere far off. They could see it in his eyes. "We've all lost it…Not just him," Tim said quietly. Dick nodded in quiet agreement. "Ever since the Joker retired, and the Penguin decided to open a ice shop.." Dick said. "When Two Face decided to run a cosmetic line.." Tim shrugged, "that stuff is really good. It can cover up anything." He said thoughtfully.
"Were turning normal." Both men shuddered. Tim looked back at the smoking machine, "we need to cool that down." Dick grabbed a hose near the Batmobile, "What are you doing?" Tim said. The older man held the hose, triumphal. "I'll just switch it to the super cold, time machine cooling setting conveniently that we have…and we should be fine." Dick smirked, a freeing cooling jet of water.
"We haven't lost it just yet…"
Pat
Pat almost felt guilty as if she had done wrong, she had that burning sensation behind her neck. The one that told her that she had done something wrong, but she didn't do anything wrong. She just jumped into a whirling vortex of doom, to go after her baby cousin. With no idea of where it would take her or even if she'd survive the trip.
All the kids are doing it, it's cool, hip, tha bomb.
He trailed after her with angry strides. He had no clue who she was and she wouldn't be born until another two maybe three years, after uncle Tim decided to start the epidemic. If he wasn't her dad, she'd have been terrified. Red mask, shooting hands like an avenging angel, dark angel. He looked very fiendish. He was around ten feet behind her and he mad no move to be stealthy. He clomped in puddles, loudly. Pat imagined if he was chewing gum he would have let he know.
Even when her father was not her father he acted exactly how he always did when angry. Act like a complete baby, when he had saved her from those men he had 'offered' his advice. "Kid you shouldn't be out here. I suggest you go home." He never insisted she do exactly what he said, but knowing her father. He expected her to do exactly what he said. Go home.
Uncle dick once said that she was an exact copy of her dad, but cuter. She was four and she thought her dad was the coolest thing ever at that time. She wore a tiny leather jacket, and dark glasses. She crossed her arms all the time with her chin tilted up and acted like a complete badass.
Since she was kind of badass.
"Where do you live?" She snorted. "Like I'd tell you creep." It was completely wrong but fun. She finally came to a realization that she could be as foul mouthed as she wanted around her dad and he couldn't threaten to cut off her phone. No that she liked to say bad words. Pat was kind of tempted to stub her toe somewhere so that she could shout every word in her dads book.
But who wanted a stubbed toe?
"Kid?" he called behind her. "Are you okay?' He was referring to the men it had been around ten minuets since meeting them, and he hadn't asked. But Jason Todd wasn't completely heartless, ask any one of his nieces. Or if you wanted first hand ask his daughter, it only seemed like it sometimes when he, gives his kid a name like Patty.
Patty Todd..
Who wants to be a Patty? Patricia Todd? Come on dad. "I'm a bit shaken up." She admitted, tightening her grip on her bag. "Are you running away?" He said finally. Why was he so chatty? Chatty Patty. She couldn't tell him she was his time traveling daughter, or about Shelly. She probably shouldn't even tell him she was looking for Bruce Wayne. Around this time uncle Tim once had told her, they weren't exactly friendly.
So to avoid trouble she lied. Because lying makes everything simpler, and less chaotic when dealing with a younger explosive Jason Todd. He loved being lied to, he liked to be out of the loop. Doesn't everybody? "Yes, I'm running away, and before you even try to convince me to go back. I wont." More like I cant, she thought. "Gotham is dangerous at night," Her dad called after her. Gotham is always dangerous at night, heck even during the day. "I don't care, have fun pounding faces in. Shooting hands." She still couldn't believe he had done that. Not to say she wasn't glad he did.
He caught her by the arm, "Where are you going? To a friends? Church?" She hesitated. So much for avoiding a bad topic. She couldn't lie to him. When he was looking into her eyes, with his mask she assumed he was looking into them. In a offhand note, she wondered if under the lamp post he had stop her under. She wondered if he could recognized the familiar blue green, if he recognized their shape.
"Look mister. I appreciate that your night time hobby is cracking skulls. But seeing as how friendly you look I think I'd like to keep all of this to myself, have a good night. I'll take my chances." She said in one breath. She tried to pull her arm out of his grip, it didn't hurt. But she felt too much like if she was in trouble. "Kid, what are you running from." She yanked her arm out of his grip.
"What do you want from me! It's none of your business." He stepped back. He looked down at her and she looked away like a scolded child, she knew the look on his face. He was shutting down, and he probably had a cold look on his face. "This street is my business." She raised an eyebrow, "So you bought it?" He hated that.
"Yes," he growled. "With blood." She began to walk away, "well take it as a favor that I'm leaving it." He shook his head, "I'm not leaving you alone. How old are you? Twelve? Fourteen?" She glared at him nastily, "I'm sixteen." He followed behind her. "So leave me alone you creep before I scream stranger danger." He said nothing. "Go Away!" For once he was even more quiet and annoying. "Leave now! Be gone! Choo!"
"Where are you headed?" Persistent son-of-a-gun now her fourth grade teacher knew where she got it from. Honestly, she tried to keep quiet. But asking her mouth to keep shut is like asking a dog not to pee on a fire hydrant. "Where I'm headed." He laughed. "If you're lost…I have an idea for you. GO HOME." She was kind of lost…She turned to glare at him. "That's what I'm trying to do." He followed behind her, "I thought you said you weren't going back."
. "Are you lost?" She cursed her self. The last time she had looked at the map of Gotham it was upside down, and drizzling. "Yes," she admitted. She wasn't afraid of asking for directions. "I can help you."
"Fine," do so. "Ok, where are you headed." She didn't say anything for a long time. "I cant help you unless you tell me where you are going." She slowed in her walking. "I'm going to Wayne Manor." The Redhood stopped walking, his steps faltering. "Where?" He dad wasn't in very good terms with his family at this moment. Rocky, not smooth.
"I-I have a friend." She said. Thinking hard, what time was she in exactly? Her dad seemed to be in his early to mid twenties…So it was either Damian or Tim, and definitely not Dick. "Tim," She said.
Her dad scoffed. "I have a friend named Tim Drake, in Wayne Manor I have to tell him something." The whole demeanor of the Redhood seemed to shift and she felt offended. "It this friend a Boyfriend?" Uncle Tim? Eww gross. Not that he wasn't handsome or anything. "Just a friend." She said stiffly.
"You know batman isn't going to adopt you?" He looked malicious looming over her. "He took in that street rat." She said. "Look how well that turned out…" He said darkly. She stopped in her walking she shouldn't be fighting with him she thought, its wrong. "Poor kid…" she said, her dad probably hated her.
"If you're trying to go to Wayne Manor," he called out after her. She looked back at him. She had walked a long way, she had left him at the end of a street she did not recognize. she was already halfway across it. She said nothing but waited for a reply, it came awhile later. She could hear the amusement in his voice.
"You're going completely in the wrong direction."
Shoot!