Hello again my pretties! It is I! The wicked witch of literature! … Just kidding! I am not wicked and I am not a witch of literature. But I am here with another chapter of Dimension Dilemmas. Please tell me if you want me to continue the first chapter with a part 2 because I need a little inspiration to finish that one because I am not that good at writing hurt/comfort fan fictions. I am better at action. Anyway… I do hope you like this story and that the coding thing is fixed before this. Again this will end in a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry! So without further ado; I present to you Dimension Dilemmas Chapter 3!
As Catwoman slid down the chimney to enter the living room of the house she made sure to check that the rope she was climbing on was still secure. Getting to the bottom of the chimney she let go of the rope and slid out of the fireplace while thinking to herself, "I wish chimneys didn't have so much soot in them." As soon as she had gotten of the fireplace she noticed something amiss. There was a black mass on the couch. Tip toeing closer, Catwoman noticed the middle of it was moving up and down. She gasped as she saw the top of the black mass. She tried to cover up her gasp but it was too late. The black mass stirred and turned over looking up at her with a small smirk of its face.
"Hello Selina," he said with sleepy amusement in his voice. Sitting up he inquired, "Why are you here?" Selina smirked, put her hands on her hips and said sarcastically, "Why do you think I'm here, handsome?" Losing the playful tone she asked, "But why are you here?"
While Batman was explaining how and why he was at this house I woke up, being the very light sleeper I am. Slowly opening my eyes and checking the clock. 1:00 am "Great," I thought with annoyance. Pushing off the covers and trudging toward the door I stopped when I heard more than one voice. "Dad's never doing business calls this late. I wonder who else is her," I thought with suspicion. Grabbing my pillow I slowly crept up the stairs to the first level. When nearing the top of the stair case I got on my hands and knees (You know when you used to climb up the stairs like an animal? That is how I was positioned on the stair with my pillow under me) and looked over to see not one, but two people dressed in black look my way.
Once Batman had finished explaining how and why he was there he stopped Catwoman as soon as she was going to talk. He had heard a door opening. Looking toward the stairs he saw a girl look at them. "We can see you," he whispered. Standing up he noticed the protective stance of her. "Sorry. I thought you guys were intruders since we once had police in here. Dad's usually not up this late," I said tiredly. "Okay. Well we should get back to sleep," said Batman. Heading back over to the couch Batman said, "See you in the morning." Looking at Catwoman I added, "You can sleep on the chair if you want," and headed back down the stairs to my room.
Waking up in the morning 5 hours after the chat that went on unknown by Dad, he walked down the stairs expecting the kitchen to be empty because he was always the first one up. But to his surprise he saw two figures moving around. "Huh," he thought with confusion. Then the events of yesterday came back to him. "Oh yeah. The real Batman and Alfred are now staying with us," he thought with a sigh. "Good morning," Dad said as went over to the coffee machine. Alfred intercepted him and asked, "Would you like me to brew you some coffee Mister Coyer?" Looking at Alfred with a questioning gaze he asked, "Why? I can do it myself?" "Don't mind him, Mr. Coyer. He just likes helping whenever and wherever he can," said Batman who still had his cowl on. Giving Batman a look only he could get away with Alfred said, "Well it sure helped you didn't it sir." "I guess it did Alfred," Batman said with a small hint of amusement in his voice. With another glance at Batman, Alfred began to brew a cup of coffee.
Waking up for the second time, I got out of bed and yawned. I was trudged across the hall and into my bathroom to get my hair brush when I saw a light on in the cat's room. Walking over to the closed door I said with caution, "Brownie?" Opening the door I saw Catwoman squatting next to Brownie and petting his head. "Catwoman," I exclaimed with surprise. Turning around she said, "You caught me kid. But what did you think; that if you had a cat living here I wasn't going to fall in love with him?" I just smiled.
Walking up stairs after brushing my hair and talking Catwoman into eating breakfast here I thought, "What an interesting day yesterday was." Entering the kitchen I saw a sight to behold. Batman was sitting and using DAD's computer, Alfred was cooking something that looked unworthy of our kitchen, and Dad was having a real conversation with Batman. "What's for breakfast Dad," I asked. Dad looked up from the computer screen and answered, "I don't know. Alfred is making it for us." Looking at Alfred I asked cheerily, "Whatcha makin' Alfred?" "French Toast with strawberries and almonds on top," he replied like it was nothing special. "That's fancy," I thought to myself as I walked over to the kitchen table where Batman and Dad were working on Dad's computer. "Hey Mr. Batman; do you wanna watch your shows and movies? We have Netflix so we can watch as much me want," I asked Batman. He looked at me with a questioning look. "Since you traveled to a dimension where you are just a comic book character you have shows and movies. Actors pretend to be you. People animate you and DC Comics own the copyright to you," I explained. "Oh," he responded. "Sure." As I was leading Batman to the living room Dad said, "Oh and Batman if you want to borrow some of my clothes before we buy you some you can." Batman looked at me like my Dad was crazy. I just shrugged. "Alright Brian," Batman said back. Getting up from the kitchen table and walking over to us Dad said, "Follow me." "I will watch the shows and movies with you once I get back downstairs Anna," Batman promised as he followed Dad upstairs.
Exiting the cat's room and walking the stairs Catwoman thought, "So now I have to stay in this dimension until Batman figures out how to get us home. Great." When she got to the top of the stairs she saw Bruce Wayne sitting at the kitchen. "I see you took off your clown costume, handsome," she teased sarcastically. Bruce just grunted. Sauntering over to Alfred she asked, "What are you making?" "French Toast with strawberries and almond on top," he said uninterested in conversation. "Ok. Don't talk to me then," she exhaled in frustration as she curled up on the living room couch.
As Catwoman dozed, Bridget was awakened from her deep sleep by the sound of Alfred setting the table and announcing, "Breakfast is served." Groaning as she sat up, Bridget recalled yesterday's events."Alrighty then. I will just have to deal with two of Anna's most loved characters. "Great," she thought sarcastically to herself. Bridget walked downstairs and saw that the table was already set and everyone was eating a meal that looked to her that it had come out of a gourmet restaurant. "Huh," when she saw that Dad wasn't serving it. "Good morning sweety," Dad said as if it was normal for Alfred to be cooking in their kitchen. (Keep in mind that Bridget is a literalist and does not believe in magic or anything like that) Catwoman came to the table just as the conversation turned to Hugo Strange. "We need to find Strange so that we can build the machine again and get back to Gotham."
Bwahahaha! Another really bad written cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry. I am still trying to figure out the glitch on Chapter 2 Of Dimension Dilemmas. But it will get fixed. Just ignore the coding. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. If anyone has ideas for me to write a FanFiction about just tell me! That is all for now! Maple Breeze out!