Hey, chapter three, sorry haven't updated in a few days, second to last week of school, finals are coming up, and my mom wouldn't get off face book yesterday, weird right.
As they patrolled Gotham they decided it was best for them to talk.
"So, Dylan why did you want to become Batgirl," Terry asked.
"Batwoman," she corrected him, "And I guess I just wanted to do something different with my life, you know."
"Not really, mind explaining," he asked.
"Well I guess I wanted to continue the family name, be more than just a pretty face with money and a brain," she told him frowning at her statement, "Most people only really cared about Dylan Wayne, not Dylan."
You couldn't tell with his cowl on, but Terry was frowning too. He thought of how it must felt. Only being liked because of who your family is instead of who you are.
"It must've been ruff," Terry said.
"It was," she told him, "But it wasn't all bad, I did have a couple of friends who didn't care about me being a Wayne and I always had my aunt and uncle and parents there when I needed them, so I was fine."
"I guess there is more to Dylan then I thought," he thought, "She had her friends and family but I bet she still must have been lonely being the only one who knows what it felt like."
Terry was so lost in thought that he almost didn't notice the group of Jokers breaking into the bank.
"Joker wanna bees, and I thought it was going to be a tough night," Dylan said smugly.
They landed on the roof across from the bank, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.
"Well I waited long enough," Dylan said as she jumped off the building.
"Dylan!" Terry screamed as he ran to the edge. When he looked down he was surprise to find nothing there. He looked around and then spotted her scaling the side of the bank with only her hands.
"Wow," he said as he jumped over while activating the built in jetpack in his costume.
"How did you do that," Terry asked her as he landed on the roof of the bank.
"Part cat remember," Dylan told him.
"Right," he said, "So how many do you see?"
"About twenty," she told him, "And to think, I thought we would have a challenge tonight."
With that said, Dylan sneaked inside. She hid in the shadows, keeping as quite as possible. She looked for Terry. She spotted him on a beam above the gang. From where she was she could easily hear the Jokers.
"Hurry, before the bat jerk comes," said one that looked a lot like the original Joker.
"Speak of the devils," Dylan said as she stepped out of the shadows.
"And so they will come," Terry finished.
"Great there two of them now," a Joker said.
"Relax Chuck, one's a girl anyway," one said as Dylan turned her into a fist.
"What do you know, who would've thought The Batman would have a girl…" the Joker was on the floor before he could finish. With one hit from Dylan the Joker was out.
The Jokers came from all sides, most thinking Batman would be the strongest went for Dylan believing to be the weaker of the two. Terry had three on the ground and one in a head lock when he heard a scream. He turned to see seven down near Dylan, but what surprised him the most was her moves. Dressed as a bat but moving like a cat and bat combined. She was graceful dodging their attacks but hard returning them. She flew through the air but always landing on her feet. Dirt was kicked in her eyes so she lost her sight, but still fought as good without it. Only relying on her hearing she fought as good if not better than Batman.
"Okay I give," the Joker in the head lock said, "Is this chick a bat or cat."
Terry just shrugged and punched him in the face and dropped him out cold on the ground. He turned his attention back to Dylan to see all the Jokers down. He was shocked to see that someone who has never fought a Joker before knocked out six teen in the same time it took him to take down four.
How was she able to do that? He thought. Yep, defiantly more to her than I thought.
"The cops will be here soon," she began, "We should go."
"Yeah we should," he said, "By the way nice job, I've never been able to so many Jokers in that time."
"Thanks," she told him with a smile.
"Well," they heard Bruce's voice, "If you two are done with the compliments, Dylan is right the police will be there soon hog tie them a get back to the cave."
"Right," Terry said, "Wait where were you the inter time this was going down."
"You two had it covered," he told them, "Now get back here."
"We're coming grandpa don't worry," Dylan told him.
"I wasn't, Terry was right, nice job, both of you make a great team," Bruce told them.
They went back to the cave in record time. Dylan was thrilled how well her first patrol went, Terry just couldn't stop thinking of everything he say Dylan do, how much he learned about her. He learned that she is strong, graceful, calm under pressure, but that she was also sensitive and that she does not like it when people underestimate her. There was so much more to her than the name Wayne he knew it, her family knew it, and she knew it. He just wished more people knew it as well as him.
"Hey Terry," Dylan said, "I wanted to say thanks."
"For what?"
"You know for listening," Dylan told him. "And for giving me a chance, see ya at school," she said before walking up stairs.
Maybe it's more than a team up, he told himself as he rode home.