Chimichangas. I was out, now i'm in.
PLEASE DON'T HIT ME. I HAD SO MUCH SCHOOLWORK TO DO. seriously, it sucked like crap. ANYWAYS, I'M BACK, and that's what matters. :D
disclaimer: Nothing but the plot, folks.
Chapter 3: Oh the Irony
She tapped her feet gently on the wall, swaying them back and forth. Barbara was sitting on the edge of the roof of her and her dad's apartment. She was waiting for something to come along, for a portal to transport her back into her wonderland of the future, for a way out of the mess.
No. Barbara shouldn't think about far, far off into the future. She needed to think about the next 24 hours: what to do, when to do it, how to do it. So she just decided to concentrate on waiting for Dick first, that annoying little bastard who left her without anything but just a note.
The nearing winter breeze was coming and it was cold. But she didn't feel it so much since she was wrapped around by a long wool blanket from her bed. And she just sat there.
Not as Batgirl, but as Barbara Gordon. Daughter of the Commissioner Gordon, scholarship student of Gotham academy and best friend of Dick Grayson.
Her clock beeped, signaling that 12 midnight had arrived. School would be starting that day and she knew that she'd regret staying up that late, especially since she'd been so frigid and tired nearly the entire day.
She heard a single subtle landing of feet a few meters behind her. If Barbara weren't trained by a bat, then she wouldn't have even felt the vibrations. But she was.
"I knew you'd be here at around this time." she said tiredly, not turning to him.
He chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, well. This is the time i'd always be able to get away from Batman..." he drifted off.
Barbara smiled. "Well, this is the time you'd come to spy on me when we were dating to make sure i wasn't doing anything stupid after that incident." she said, reminiscing on that memory.
Dick, as Robin, sat down next to her and gripped her hand tightly as they stared out onto the hazy polluted skies of Gotham City.
"So what now?" she asked, knowing fully what he had come for.
"I don't know, actually." he stated. "Maybe we can talk to Martian Manhunter to check our brains and see what really happened..."
Barbara thought carefully.
"Wait, but won't that have an effect on our future? I don't remember even talking to him before... what if talking to him affects what's gonna happen next? We can't just simply erase everyone's memories of us appearing here from the possibly formidable future!" she exclaimed softly but seriously.
Dick shrugged forcefully. "Then what the hell are we going to do? Do everything again? Face the light? Get shot and paralyzed by the Joker? Propose and almost marry an alien from the planet Tamaran?" His face grew serious, and Barbara touched his cheeks, forcing him to look at her in the eye.
"Here's something cheesy but true, Hunk-wait- Boy Wonder. I'll do everything again if it will give me a life with you some day." she murmured. He looked down again, unable to face her. That night right before he was supposed to marry Kory, when they did something that made him so guilty.
Guiltier than ever.
Sometimes, he was fearful that she'd just realize that she deserved better that someone like him and leave him. Dick felt like Barbara had every right to do that to him, considering the list of past things he'd done to her. Becoming a playboy, leaving without telling her for Bludhaven, leading her on when they were younger, then him not being able to be there and protect her when the Joker came and shot her.
"Hey." Barbara said sharply, as if she'd just read his mind. "Don't space out on me like that. That means you're thinking some really deep shit, which i can't take because WE ARE IN REALLY DEEP SHIT RIGHT NOW. So you can be all scenti and "Oh Babsie, i love you so much." later. Right now, i need a plan. We need a plan." She stared seriously.
Dick snapped out of his trance-like state and sighed deeply.
"Well," he said, running a hand through his hair. "We can live the same way, just act normal and we'll figure this out. No mind control, no Martian trying to snoop into our brains, and no random acts of showing that we're married like holding hands or-"
"-or being pushed hard onto something flat like a wall and-" Barbara cut him off, smirking.
"YEAH, well you get the gist anyways." He said.
and they just sat there, looking at each other. Something in both their eyes which made them just want to lay there and forget the world. Not happiness, or sadness, peace, hatred, kindness, or even hope.
Just love.
That kind of love.
The one that could solve anything in the world.
the one that would make you laugh like a lunatic, or cry like the wind during the storm. the one that would make you leave your milk mustache on, just because you were lazy. The one that made you poke someone awake when they'd snore at night. The one which would make your jaw drop in surprise when you see a chicken cross the road.
Yeah, that kind of love.
"We can do this, right?" she asked in a whisper as he sat down beside her.
"yeah, we can solve anything. We're superheroes, remember?" he replied, linking his left hand with her right.
"You know we can't also meet here every night." he said quietly.
She nodded, relishing the last moment in which they would be able to communicate this way.
Just a few hours ago, not even a day, they were happy. A normal, beautiful family just starting out. Then now, their world had just turned upside down. And they weren't happy anymore. Just when something finally went right, when they just got out of that mess they were in, they ended up in an even bigger mess.
How can they save people's lives when they can't even save their own?
Oh the irony.
"They're there."
"Good, the plan falls into place. When they make the single mistake, we'd have triumphed. Try not to brag, we'll be the Rulers of this world soon. The days of the humans are limited."
"Finally ladies and gentlemen, the cause will be defeated."
Then that laughter appeared again.
"Oh long live the bird and bat."
DUN DUN DUN.
WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT PEOPLE? i'm too cool for you. oh yeah oh yea *does a little monkey dance around the room. i know what's gonna happen and you don't WHOOTS.
okay done, so WHAT DO YOU THINK'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?
your always loved person of the seven seas and at the bottom of Marianas Trench,
-Someone who loves ducks (aka, also YOUR ADMIRER FROM AFAR)