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"Mummy, Grandad wants to dance with you! I don't think you should, you might step on his feet in those shoes and make his toes fall off!"
I looked over to dad who had the biggest grin on his face, as if being offered the last bag of sweets. Bruce helped me up and I began to walk to him. I could just about keep balance in these shoes but my feet are just going to curl in a ball when I take them off. I hate wearing shoes, if I could have my way I would be running around bare foot 24/7 but that's disgusting and will possibly end up on with my feet becoming all nasty. I approached dad who immediately pulled me into ballroom hold. I hadn't had chance to speak to him fully tonight but I knew I could now.
"Darling, thank you for doing all this. I'm so proud of you."
"Why thanks dad, I don't know how Bruce treats you but we both thought you deserved this."
"He's like the son I never had Jane ... You two were getting quite close over there before Johnny tore you two apart."
Shit, what do I say? I can tell him, but then he'd freak out and make us leave. Or I could keep it a secret and he could get hurt. Oh god, oh god, oh god!
"He just made me laugh and I fell over!" Smooth, nice cover up!
"Well, if you two need any help arranging a date then ..."
"Dad, I'm 21! I know how dating works haha!"
"I do still forget you're not my little Princess anymore."
We both continued to dance for about 4 songs solid until Johnny prised us apart with a look of fear in his eyes. He pulled me to the side and showed me his arm. The chip was noticeable now, hidden under the P in Pinnochio. However now it was aglow, white light trapped under thick skin plus with a shaking movement. I sat him down and have him a cup of water. My boy did everything I asked of him, he hugged grandad and offered guests food but now he would not comply with anything I said.
"Johnny, just sit still okay?"
"Mummy I can't, it hurts!"
"Don't worry, I'll call Arkham and see what. ..."
"MUMMY, IT REALLY HURTS!" He screamed.
I scooped him up in my arms and took him outside into the foyer. His eyes were streaming, with his cheeks and aggressive red and his nose slowly running. I sometimes forget he's so young but I was jus as terrified as he was at this point. I stared intently at the chip, the boy would not let go of my wrist as I did so.
"I can help" a deep voice called from behind. I looked up to see the face of the batman who swiftly pulled me aside as he held some device over Johnny's wrist. After a few attempts of trying he turned to me with a sad look. "I don't know what I can do here but I can try to operate on the wrist if I take him with me."
"NO" I shouted. "You can't, I don't even know who you are! How can I trust you?"
"Would you rather let everyone die or let me take him to a hospital?"
"I just can't let you take him from me!" I said, grasping Johnny's other wrist. His eyes never left The Batmans, he was in shock.
"Look, listen here ..." A CRASH from the ballroom made us stop our argument and turn to the door.
"I have to hide him!" Batman pulled out a sweet which he shoved I'm Johnny's mouth. He lulled off into the unconscious and was hidden in the nearest cupboard (which happened to be in the servants quarters kitchen). Once back, he turned to me.
"You can't go back in there."
Sudden realisation clouded my thoughts and I burst into the crowded room where clowns surrounded their 'audience', aiming guns to their heads simultaneously.
"Well Hel-lo Beautiful" I heard a strangely high pitch voice say.
I stared at what appeared to be the remains of a party guest. His clown had cut him to pieces and in all honesty, I'm not sure why. He slowly began to approach me, knife in hand. His scars which formed a fake smile immediately grabbed my attention. The grease paint was so vibrant it was as if he'd applied it to put on a show. A gruesome horror show. He casually made his way closer.
No, look into his eyes. Show no fear.
"Who are you?" I asked immediately, the guests eyes never left the blood soaked knife which he held to his face.
"Well gorgeous, I think I should get to know you more first." He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and held the weapon to my throat. "So, how olds the boy? Thought he was the secret love child of the Prince of Gotham ... Thought I could track him and manipulate Mr Wayne" he turned to me, eyes flaming. "Is he yours?"
"He's my son, what have you done to him?" I spoke, popping the 'T' in what.
"A Brit? Ooh, I've never caught a British one before! Most the girls I capture and manipulate are boring Americans with sob stories ... Boohoo ... but you ... You're something else." His threw me to the side, eyes not leaving mine. All I could think about was Johnny.
"Y'know what you are beautiful? You're a fly trap. You look all pretty and nice but will bite on anything that touches you or your family. So, how will you react if I set off the reaction in your sons arm?" He pulled a detonator out of his purple pockets and slowly went to push the button. I ran but was pushed out the way by my dad who threw the detonator out the window. The clown didn't like that.
"Ahh, Bruce Wayne's' bitch. What a lovely party this one has thrown for you? Shame I wasn't invited really, I could've ahh ... Made a real connection with your daughter here. Jane honey, where's Johnny hidden? I just want to play a game?"
The clown pulled me up and held a knife to my throat. I couldn't help but panic, for one thing he could slit my throat but the other is that he knew my name and my family.
There was a pause. No one spoke. No one moved. The doors flew open, I was expecting Batman who had conveniently disappeared. Well, I would have hoped it was batman.
"MUMMY, I MET BATMAN AND HE TOOK ME TO THE BATCAVE AND ..." He stopped running and stared straight at the monster before him.
"MUMMY, ITS THE MONSTER. MUMMY MAKE HIM GO AWAY,!" Johnny ran to my side and buried his face deep into my leg. I picked him up and held him close, no clown was getting his hands on my boy. Dad ran to my side and embraced me which was stupid as he obviously forgot the clown was there. I stared him down until he spoke.
"Well I hate to break up this family moment but ..." Five henchmen fought through the crowd and broke the three of us up. I was thrashing and screaming while dad remained calm. Johnny's eyes were welling up with nightmarish tears, his fear became reality.
"If you take Johnny then you have to take me!" I shouted as the clown walked away.
"I'm definitely going to take the boy, don't you worry about that." He spoke, popping his 'T's. "In fact I might take both of you, you're a right pair. But for now ..." He ran out in a smoke cloud, people were running in all directions but I couldn't. I was paralysed, stuck to the floor.
I'd soon realised I'd been gassed with some sort of toxin as I awoke in the middle of an empty ballroom. No one remained. Slowly, I got to my feet and scanned the area for any signs of where that crazy clown went. Knowing none of this was any good I left the ballroom and went back to my room. As I approached the stairs a sick feeling filled my stomach, a gut retching smell filled my nostrils. I felt faint but angry. I felt weak but full of hatred. As I went to fall I was caught by my angel. Luckily, Bruce had caught me but I could tell his eyes were full of hurt.
"Wh...wha...what happened?" I asked wearily.
"He took Johnny ... And Alfred." With that I slipped into the unconscious.