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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I wake up to the bag over my head being lifted suddenly. "AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY HI TO YOUR UNCLE J?!" Joker shouts. "I hate clowns…" I say harshly. "What a rude thing to say!" Harley shouts from behind me. "If I was related to either of you I'd throw myself off the bridge." I say with the same harshness as before if not more. "Good idea but we've got so much more planned for you birdie!" Joker says with a very happy tone, happier than usual and that I didn't like. For hours I was beaten with his infamous crowbar but I still didn't tell him anything. Batman lands down and knocks out Joker and Harley. I rip the ropes that was around me and look up at Batman but then look down. Suddenly he kneels down and pulls me into a hug. "I'm proud of you but you need to be more careful ok?" Batman says as he begins to check me for wounds and holds a mini flashlight and looks at my eyes. "You have a concussion Eagle come with me we're going home I've called in for Jim to pick them up you're more important." He says guiding me out of the warehouse and into the batcar. "Why do you never let me drive daddy?" I say my voice a little slurred and very sleepy. "You're too young and can you stay awake for me my little birdie?" Batman asks dodging cars and pedestrians. "I'm really tired daddy…really." I say my voice still slurred and I begin to nod off. Batman makes the car jerk for a second and it wakes me up more. I suddenly start humming the batman theme song but I miss a key every once in a while. We arrive at the Batcave and Batman carries me to the med bay and lies me down on one of the beds. Leslie walks into the Batcave and looks at me. "What happened to him?" she asks moving closer to me. "Joker…" Batman says grimly taking off his cowl. "Ugh…my head." I say my concussion going away. I try to get up but I let out a hiss of pain and clutch my ribcage. "Looks like you've cracked a rib mark." Leslie says sadly as Catwoman lands from the ceiling. "He'll be fine right?" she asks looking concerned. "He'll need to stay here for a few nights but he'll heal, and give him some extra strength Tylenol every night and if he needs It." Leslie says getting her bag. Catwoman takes off her mask and starts giving me some Tylenol. "You better not be forcing him into this Bruce. " Leslie says looking at Bruce giving a glare that could almost rival his but like his not out of hatred. "You know I wouldn't ever…" Bruce says looking Leslie dead in the eyes. "And you don't have to be a detective to know he's a good father…just not as normal." Selina says looking at Leslie with a look of her own. "Can you both stay with me until I fall asleep?" I ask sleepy. "Of course we can." Bruce says sitting down next to Selina. Within a few moments I was out cold. "I remember the first time he called me mommy…" Selina says looking down at me. "Doesn't it make you feel wanted?" Bruce says grabbing Selina's hand. "Get a room!" Richie calls from under the bed. "How long have you been under there?!" Selina asks caught off guard. "The correct question is how long have I NOT been under the bed." Richie says with a big smile. "I'm guessing you two ran into Eddie ealier? Selina asks causing Bruce and Richie to laugh./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"A/N Well I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I haven't posted anything at the time of me writing this chapter. Thank you all in ahead for reading this story. Also If nobody has got the connection yet I will explain, I'm calling Richard Richie because what he goes by is considered a "Bad Word" at my school and this is currently being written on my school laptop and EVERY key is recorded so even though this is rated T I can't cuss on this computer for writing so it's remaining that rating since I am NOT someone who tends to write happy little elf stories where there's all happiness and rainbows and cupcakes but for me I tend to write it like I see it. And a good writer doesn't sugar coat it. -MAX/p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I wake up to the bag over my head being lifted suddenly. "AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY HI TO YOUR UNCLE J?!" Joker shouts. "I hate clowns…" I say harshly. "What a rude thing to say!" Harley shouts from behind me. "If I was related to either of you I'd throw myself off the bridge." I say with the same harshness as before if not more. "Good idea but we've got so much more planned for you birdie!" Joker says with a very happy tone, happier than usual and that I didn't like. For hours I was beaten with his infamous crowbar but I still didn't tell him anything. Batman lands down and knocks out Joker and Harley. I rip the ropes that was around me and look up at Batman but then look down. Suddenly he kneels down and pulls me into a hug. "I'm proud of you but you need to be more careful ok?" Batman says as he begins to check me for wounds and holds a mini flashlight and looks at my eyes. "You have a concussion Eagle come with me we're going home I've called in for Jim to pick them up you're more important." He says guiding me out of the warehouse and into the batcar. "Why do you never let me drive daddy?" I say my voice a little slurred and very sleepy. "You're too young and can you stay awake for me my little birdie?" Batman asks dodging cars and pedestrians. "I'm really tired daddy…really." I say my voice still slurred and I begin to nod off. Batman makes the car jerk for a second and it wakes me up more. I suddenly start humming the batman theme song but I miss a key every once in a while. We arrive at the Batcave and Batman carries me to the med bay and lies me down on one of the beds. Leslie walks into the Batcave and looks at me. "What happened to him?" she asks moving closer to me. "Joker…" Batman says grimly taking off his cowl. "Ugh…my head." I say my concussion going away. I try to get up but I let out a hiss of pain and clutch my ribcage. "Looks like you've cracked a rib mark." Leslie says sadly as Catwoman lands from the ceiling. "He'll be fine right?" she asks looking concerned. "He'll need to stay here for a few nights but he'll heal, and give him some extra strength Tylenol every night and if he needs It." Leslie says getting her bag. Catwoman takes off her mask and starts giving me some Tylenol. "You better not be forcing him into this Bruce. " Leslie says looking at Bruce giving a glare that could almost rival his but like his not out of hatred. "You know I wouldn't ever…" Bruce says looking Leslie dead in the eyes. "And you don't have to be a detective to know he's a good father…just not as normal." Selina says looking at Leslie with a look of her own. "Can you both stay with me until I fall asleep?" I ask sleepy. "Of course we can." Bruce says sitting down next to Selina. Within a few moments I was out cold. "I remember the first time he called me mommy…" Selina says looking down at me. "Doesn't it make you feel wanted?" Bruce says grabbing Selina's hand. "Get a room!" Richie calls from under the bed. "How long have you been under there?!" Selina asks caught off guard. "The correct question is how long have I NOT been under the bed." Richie says with a big smile. "I'm guessing you two ran into Eddie ealier? Selina asks causing Bruce and Richie to laugh./p
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p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"A/N Well I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I haven't posted anything at the time of me writing this chapter. Thank you all in ahead for reading this story. Also If nobody has got the connection yet I will explain, I'm calling Richard Richie because what he goes by is considered a "Bad Word" at my school and this is currently being written on my school laptop and EVERY key is recorded so even though this is rated T I can't cuss on this computer for writing so it's remaining that rating since I am NOT someone who tends to write happy little elf stories where there's all happiness and rainbows and cupcakes but for me I tend to write it like I see it. And a good writer doesn't sugar coat it. -MAX/p