GG: Hi Guys! Sinec it's summer, I have nothing to do anymore, so here's another chapter! I'll be posting them randomly from now on until School starts again.
Thank god Batman's speech is over...what the hell do I do now? Valkrye invited Posion Ivy over and I really don't wanna know what they're doing right now. Both Megan and Superboy have superhearing or something and I kinda of been mouching off of Iris...I'll just do some training in the Batcave, it's not that late. Yeah I need to stop talking to myself. I'm just gonna leave.
3rd pov- while Whisper was talking to herself.
Kid Flash had pulled Robin over to the side, he had a look of worry covering his face, similar to the one Alfred had when he was taking care of Dick and Bruce. After having watched Whisper run around on empty all week, he knew he had to do something. Whisper was stubborn so she wouldn't just come other everyday to eat. So bugging Robin and dragging him into the problem was for the best.
"Uh, Rob? Can I ask you a favor?" Richard or in this case 'Robin' could practically feel the waves of worry coming off of his dear friend, so choosing what seemed right he nodded without heistation. "Of course KF, that's what friends are for right?" "Could you make sure Whisper's getting enough to eat? I mean awhile ago, Barry and I found out that Whisper hasn't really ever had a decent meal, and well she's like a little sister and she spends alot of time with you guys in the Batcave. So I thought maybe you could I don't know-" Suddenly everything made sense to Robin, KF constant figgiting (or atleast more so than usual), his glances towards Whisper during missions. "Sure thing bud." How was he gonna deny his closet friend that was a boy call for help towards his closet friend that was a girl?
Plus if Whisper really wasn't getting enough to eat, it was a serious danger. Her metabolism as a speed requires about 52,000 calories more than 50,000 more than the average 13 year old needed a day. Kid Flash had a usual intake of about 60,000-63,000 calories depending on his activites that day. Heck the Flash ate almost 90,000 calories a day. Kid Flash had 50 calories added to his diet everyday, just to ensure he was getting enough. These were the amounts that they were suppose to take in at mininum, even after they ate their aquired amounts they ate even more to quiet down their stomaches. The diet of a regular person would have them seriously sick in three-four days!
After thanking Robin, Kid Flash was going to chat with Whisper, but said person was not here so he left, racing his mentor home. Apparently it was 'taco night'. Robin though had another objective, as his friend left, Robin put his own plan into action. Robin, still in costume, had a leverage over the big bad bat. (Which he was currently teaching Whisper.) The puppy eyes. Sure in costume the power of it was weakened because you couldn't see his eyes, but the cape could be used to his advanage.
-Moments later-
"Fine, you can invite Whisper for dinner." Robin froze, he hadn't even used his puppy eyes! After explaining Kid Flash's worry over Whisper, Batman seemed to almost freeze as well but not quite. In truth the second Robin told Batman, Kid Flash's worries many situations came to mind. For the time being though Batman realized he would have to compremise. Flash wasn't completely used to the girl yet and another bad parent child relationship was something the League couldn't take. Superman was one of the big guns and since Superboy appeared, the guy couldn't focuse on his own missions. The boy deserved a father, the founders couldn't take another blow like that. Rumors were already spreading between the part-time members of the League.
It was settled in order for everyone to be ok, Batman decided to risk it all. He needed more information to slip from the girl, to make the news flow easier. The closer she got to the group the easier the furture would be. Then came the other card in his hand, he knew nothing about Whisper's real identiy, she hadn't mentioned anyone, her family, her real name, and Batman was one hundred percent sure Black wasn't her real hair color. He wanted to know something. Anything. He wanted to know the story of how her 'parents' got her, or if she even had parents. It was things like that, that would change the game. Was she kidnapped from Mary before she could tell Barry? Was she sold on a child trafficing network? The options were endless and changed everything.
Batman walked with his son to the zeta-beams, what was done was done. Although one last thing came to mind. Out of everyone in the league the top three that no one expected to have childeren were as followed Batman,Superman, and the Flash. All for various reasons. Some more obvious than others, but for clarity here's a list.
Batman:
1. He's Batman.
Enough said. Of course little Dickie's feet do indeed patter around the Batcave.
Superman:
1. No one can think of Superman ever getting that far.
2. He's the big blue boyscout.
3. He's an alien.
This story wouldn't exist without superboy.
Flash:
1...
2. ...
3. Actually people just don't expect it.
Do I even have to say anything?
~~Whisper's pov~~
As soon as I got back to the Batcave, I changed into some work out clothes. It was pretty much a different version of my costume. It was a tight black body suit but sleeveless, then I had on special gloves so Batsy couldn't tak e finger prints. I had my converse still on (I need to buy another pair and soon) and my utility belt. A mask attached to the the body suit like my own but without the smile. My hair was pulled back in a pitiful pony tail, it may of bearly reached my chin but I am so cutting later. Why not? I was dodging bullets left and right. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Bullets were being fired 50 at a time. This was the training that helped me the most. It helped me focuse my mind. I couldn't concentrait on things easily. Everything was just too slow. This way I learnt to mulititask, I couldn't ask anyone to help it was my own problem.
I bridged back and rolled to the left as bullets flew through where I was. I pulled out my guns and fired at two hidden targets, twisting away from three more bullets. My stomache burned with hungier, I stopped firing and stood up. I dodged a few more bullets as I turned off the training system and just leaned against the wall. Most times I was able to ignore my stomache, but now I was struggling. Mintues passed and the silence was broken by the arrival of Batman and Robin.
I've always been slightly afraid? (I think that wold be the right word.) in the Bats presence, he's the guy who makes full grown men pee their pants! Then I'd always remember he's also the boy who lost his parents and adopted Richard Grayson... Then I'd remember the first fact and well...it's hard not to be on edge when you're around him. There's so many things he could do with the information that I'm FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION. (I'm guessing foster family #3 wasn't so insane after all, but I have yet to see a unicorn so maybe not.) And like hell I'm ever going back there.
I picked myself off the wall and turned to see Robin skipping over in my dircetion. Which is really scary when you realize he could crack your skull open with one punch. "Whisper!~" I nodded adknowledging him. "You wanna join me and B in the Manor for dinner?" I must've won the record for the longest time someone with superspeed to stay still. "Wait what? Wouldn't that require me knowing your-" Before I could even finish Robin pulled off his mask and winked, holding up a peace sign. "~Dick Grayson at your service!~" Overall I was more shocked at the fact that Rob-er- Dick, had just pulled off his mask, for obivous reasons. But for my covers sake I continued to act like I was in shock.
"Your Dick Grayson? And...and... Is Batman-" "Bruce Wayne? Yes! Yes he is!" Note to self go ahead amd order that blind person cane made out of steel and the Gotham Academy uniform for boys...Oh and some sunglasses. "So, you joining us for dinner?" Oh right, back to the real world. "Sure?" "Awesome!"
(In the manor bathroom moments after)
The second I agreed to dinner, Dick (as he insisted I call him) pushed me into a bathroom with my arms filled with clothes. I'm not sure but I think he said something along the lines, "Alfred's rule, no costume's above ground, no weapons at the table.
Most of the clothes I was guessing were his, all except the black tank top, which was obivously for a girl and brand new. There was a semi-formal dress shirt, a black vest, and a pair of jeans. Of course I refused to remove my converse, it's where I store my candy! Lollipops in shoes, twislers up my sleeves, and my peppermints & Jolli ranchers (They are apparently spelled that way here.) are now stuck in different pockets in the problem was I had nothing to cover my mouth and nose, but thanks to some simple tricks I found on the internet ( I hacked somebody's wifi and the clock now has internet access) to distort my face. I pulled out some concealer and appealed it on the bottom and sides of my lips. Making them look smaller. Then I add more eyeliner to my eyes, but putting it on differently than I usually did making them seem to be shaped differently.
With a glance to the mirror I deemed my features to be different enough, with a deep breath I opened the bathroom and began to walked down the hall in the dircetion I hoped the dining room was. My heart was beating wildly, my hands were sweating but I refused to take off my gloves. Even my head began to hurt. I was good under stress, it was the nerves that got me. I creeped into the room to see Bruce sitting at the head of the table and sitting a seat away from him was Dick. I stepped siletly into the room, only a few feet into the room did Dick turn around . He grinned brightly and jestered ot the seat next to him, the one between him and Bruce. I pulled out the chair and sat down. Listening to the silence.
"So, Whisper that's what you look like without the mask."
"No. It's What I look like with with a pound of movie make up." Bruce seemed to be paying attention , recording everything in his head and yet he seemed to be innocently just watching us...I really need to stop trying to figure people out, I'm in a world where people dress in tights to fight crime. "Hey, Whisper! What do we call you out of costume?" "Jordan." What's with me using my middle names for my other personias? By than the door to what assumed was the kitchen and in walked the polite, well loved, butler Alfred.
"It is very nice to meet you Miss Jordan, Master Richard has spoken quite highly of you." At those words, I glanced over at Dick to see him blushing a deep red. "It's a pleasure to have you over for supper." "It's nice to meet you?" I love my acting skills. "That's Alfred." WIthin mintues the table was covered in food.
-3rd pov-
Like always after greeting the guest, Alfred quickly made a mad dash (of course not literally not would not at all be the butler thing to do) into the kitchen and began to bring dish after dish to the table. 'Master' Bruce had informed him about the situation. The whole situation. There was nothing you could ever have a hope of hiding from the Bat Butler.
The meal was designed to begin getting Whisper back on track and to ensure that she would have the proper nutrition. Of course Alfred knew he could do it, he had managed to help take care of an eight year old circus acrobat who had developed a habit of disappearing into the shadows every now and then, all thanks to his batfamily training. Though this was only part of Whisper. There was no doubt in his mind that Whisper had now fully become part of Bruce's family circle, even if his own ward denied this it was true. There was also another family unknowingly waiting for their lost daughter and sister. Whisper was apart of two families, her Gotham family and her blood family. Alfred couldn't help but smile, the 'Batclan' vs the 'Flash Family'. The connecting tie a 'Flash Bat'. Yep, totally going on a Chirstmas card.
Alfred quickly cleared his thoughts and brought out each dish. Mash potatoes with garlic butter. Fresh French bread sticks. Lightly buttered corn. Steamed carrots. The main dish, a ham covered in a sauce, that came from a recipe that had been passed down from Pennyworth to Pennyworth for generations. And a bunch of other stuff that I, the narrator, has no clue what it is, but looks amazing. As soon as everything was on the table, the trio of crime fighters dug in. Some tak filled the air, nothing important, or atleast until a certain question was asked.
"Jordan, may I ask where do you live?"
Whisper's pov
I froze, the fork stopping half way from my mouth. I quickly recovered putting the fork down on the plate. "Eh? I live with Valkrye in a loft." Bruce lifted an eyebrow, things were no longer going my way. "What's it like?" "It's nice,Valkrye's usually there," True he usually is. "And sometimes his girlfriend's around. She's nice, she's talking about dying her hair." Yeah she is around alot. She's talking about going platinum blonde, maybe getting a spray tan. I glanced up, Bruce looked irratated, I hadn't mentioned any names or appearences. God let's hope Batman hasn't thought of the trick Nightwing uses on Impluse in season 2 yet.
Things went silent and after dinner I was offered a room for the night, which I accepted. It's strange after we ate Dick and I ate cookies in the library, that's right I got to eat the all famous Batcookies, and it turns out that they're actually different kinds of cookies cut in the shape of a bat. That and they're gifts from god. I loved the sugar cookie ones the best. Dick and I talked about everything, even about our past. I didn't tell him much, but I mentioned Blake and my uncle and aunt. He actually understood, he went throught the same as me! There's actually some who cares!
Right now I have...a...a..friend. I laid on the soft bed, Dick stationed me in the guest room that was next to his. It was nice but I could't...can't shake the feeling that I don't belong. I'm not suppose to be here. It's true I'm not, I'm suppose to be the kid nobody talks to and has to fix herself up every morning because every single foster family she gets wishes she was a punching bag. At some point I was suppose to die young. I felt tears welling up. I was suppose to be tossed around a few more times until I was a truly broken soul. A few tears began to spill. Maybe one day it would of got so bad that one of them would of killed me. Some would hurt so bad that I wouldn't wake up after one beating...Or maybe one of them would of pushed me over the edge...Maybe I would put myself out of my own misery. Either way someone would have found me broken on the floor. I could fully feel the tears dripping down my face as I sobbed into my arms. I couldn't hold the tears in anymore, I really am a character in this world but I'm not suppose to be.
I let myself cry and before long I went numb. I let it all go, let myself slip into the painless dark. Life sucks, and I'm stuck in the middle of it all.
3rd pov
Batman sat in the huge chair that was placed in front of the Batcomputer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Yes he set up camaras in the guest room, he needed to find out how Barry's daughter ended up living with a holographic man from world warII, who strangly could turn into a very realistic human form. He sat though it all , watching as Whisper broke into a sob, fighting the urge to go and comfort her.
Tomorrow Batman was putting another phase of his plan into action. Wally needed some sibling bonding time. Which means they'd either do it running from Barry or locked in a small room together. He was fine with either option. So as soon as morning hit he was forcing Whisper over to Wally's. On a side note, God how the dark knight wished he could go to his little bird's math compition instead of the Justice League meeting.
GG: Slightly depressing but adds to the plot. Mwhahahahhaha!
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