Sorry for the shortness of this chapter XD
Disclaimer: Don't own Batman and yadda yadda. But Evelyn, Michelle and Isaac are mine. MINE I TELL YOU.
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"You have your choice of a room, Miss Larrabee," Alfred was saying as we walked down the upstairs corridor. My eyes scanned the walls, taking in the beautiful works of art and such that adorned them. Wayne didn't strike me as the type to hang these, so I had to assume it was either Alfred or Wayne's late parents who'd done it.
"Miss Larrabee?" I realized I had stopped when Alfred said my name. I looked at him, and saw he was almost at the end of the hall. I hurried down the corridor and caught up with him,
"Sorry," I said. "I think this one'll be fine." I pointed to the closest room. Alfred nodded, opening the door for me.
"If you need anything, Miss Larrabee, please don't hesitate to ask," he said, smiling. Then he left. I looked around the expansive room, taking it all in.
The bed wasn't too extravagant, but it was still better than mine in my apartment. It had more pillows, for one, and about three more blankets. I walked over and sat on it, then laid down on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I stayed like that for a few minutes, at least, then I stood, dragging my suitcase across the floor and to the closet. I opened the door, then opened my suitcase.
The photo of Isaac and me was on top of everything else. I picked it up gingerly, running my thumb over Isaac's face. My stomach tightened slightly, and I took a deep breath. Didn't need to start crying again. I set the picture to the side, on the floor, and began to unpack my clothes.
I hung up Isaac's things on one side of the closet, then put mine on the other. I pulled out my Theatric Phantom outfit and stopped.
"I can't just expect Wayne to let me out of the house at some ungodly hour," I said to myself. "He'll think I'm some sort of nutter!" I frowned, setting my leotard in my lap. "I'm going to have to sneak out, and then somehow get back in before Wayne wakes up," I decided, standing and shoving my outfit deep into the recesses of the closet. I threw my mask and boots back there as well, then took up my top hat. I held it for a few seconds, deciding it just got in my way when I was trying to fight. I tossed it into the top of the closet.
"Miss Larrabee." A knock came at my door, and I jumped. I crossed the room and opened it.
"Hey, Alfred," I said, trying not to act too suspicious, as if he'd heard me talking to myself.
"I've just prepared us a little lunch," said the butler. "Would you care to join us?"
"Uh, sure! I'll be down in a sec," I said, then closed the door, not waiting for a reply. I ran back to my suitcase, throwing my hairbrush and toothbrush on the bed, followed by the rest of my hygiene products. I ran the brush through my hair a few times, then made sure I had no flyaway ends in the mirror.
Satisfied, I headed toward the dining room.
It took me several minutes to navigate through the mansion and find it, however, and Bruce and Alfred were already at the table.
"Uh. Sorry," I said lamely. "I think I got lost." Bruce laughed and I sat, my face down to hide the blush that was steadily growing.
"Where's Wayne?" I asked Alfred that night, before I decided to head up to bed.
"Master Bruce? Oh, he's out tonight," he answered.
"With who?" I questioned. Not that it was any of my business or anything. The old butler merely shrugged.
"With Master Bruce, one can never be sure," he said, chuckling a little afterward. I left it at that, and went up to my room. Once my door was closed, I ran to my closet, reaching back and grabbing my Theatric Phantom garb. I dressed quickly, heading for the window as I put on my mask. I opened it and leaned out, looking for something that would make it relatively easy for me to climb down.
Of course nothing was ever that easy.
I sighed in frustration, closing the window and heading across the carpet for the door. I opened it carefully and peered out. Alfred was still downstairs, I assumed, so I exited my room, shutting the door behind me, and made my way down the corridor.
I reached the staircase without incident, and the front door was almost in sight. I slid down the banister, landing swiftly on my feet. Alfred still wasn't in sight, so I quickly crossed the foyer and headed outside.
I stood in the shadows of the front drive for a moment, deciding which would be the easiest- and safest- way to get into Gotham. I settled on heading into the small patch of trees that looked like it ran toward the highway. I melted into the shadows of the pines and began to jog. What came next was more than a surprise.
The small grove spat me out suddenly onto what looked like a service road. To the right I could see the lights of the city, and to the left there was the sound of rushing water. Deciding that Gotham could wait, I began to make my way left.
Soon I found myself standing before a massive waterfall. I peered behind it-or at least tried to- and could barely make out a cave. The only problem with me reaching said cave was the huge crevice below me that the waterfall fell down into.
"Well shit," I said, looking over the edge. I looked around, hoping to find a narrower spot, so maybe I could jump across. I had no such luck, so I turned and headed back toward Gotham.
As I walked along the service road, I let my mind wander, figuring I needn't keep up my guard until I reached Gotham. I thought about how I was going to avenge Isaac. About how I was going to find Joker and about how many ways I could kill him. I was also trying to think of something clever I could say to him before I killed him. Something cool, like they say in the movies. I ran through a list of phrases in my head, but none of them really fit so they all got scratched. I had my brow furrowed in thought, and I had stopped walking.
"Dammit!" I said, stomping the ground angrily. A faint noise reached my ears then, and it sounded like a truck or something, coming down the service road. I jumped into the trees, ducking to where I could still see the road, but whoever was on it couldn't see me. The sound got louder and louder, and I strained my eyes to see the dark road ahead of me. A black shape sped past, and I stood, looking after it. I ran out onto the road, peering into the darkness before me. It was only broken by sudden firelight, as if someone had just lit a rocket. I stared in disbelief, long after the monstrous black vehicle had vanished into the cave beneath the waterfall. I ran forward as quietly as I could, trying to see if I could get a glimpse of whatever it was.
I reached the waterfall, but just as before I couldn't see anything but pitch blackness. Then a light came on, and I instinctively ducked. Now the cave was illuminated, albeit dimly, and I could make out what the vehicle had been. My eyes grew wide under my mask, and I gasped.
I was staring at the Batmobile.
I not only couldn't believe it, but I couldn't believe more that I had just found where Batman hid during the day. My green eyes scanned the cave, trying to catch sight of the caped crusader who'd degraded me on more than one occasion. I sat there for several long minutes, carefully looking to see if any movement occurred. Nothing happened. Determined, I quickly came to a dangerous conclusion.
I was going to jump the gap and enter the cave.
Sure it had a lot of flaws, such as the width of the gap and the slippery landing I'd have. Not to mention what Batman would do when he caught me. But the way my mind was working at the moment I dismissed these thoughts and began to walk backward.
I was several dozen yards away before I stopped. I took a deep breath, then started running.
I was about half way to the cave when the Batmobile roared back through the waterfall. I stopped dead, caught in its headlights. Then I did the sensible thing and threw myself to the side, into the trees. I heard the giant thing come to a screeching halt and I quickly leapt to my feet. I started running back toward where I thought Wayne Manor was, not waiting to see if Batman was following me.
Things seem a lot more sinister at night, and they're magnified when you're being chased by a masked vigilante. I stopped behind a large elm to catch my breath, looking back to see if I was still being pursued. A sharp pain shot through my knee and I winced, looking down. I couldn't see anything, so I felt around my knee, my hand contacting with sticky blood and ripped nylon.
"Oh this is just bloody great," I hissed, kneeling on my uninjured knee to get a better look at the injured one. "Looks like I need a new pair of tights," I said to myself, temporarily forgetting I may still be being hunted. I cursed several times, then stood and started to make my way back to the manor.
I was glad that I had indeed chosen the right way, because the forest opened up and I saw the mansion on the hill. I sighed and made my way up to it cautiously. Only the lights in the kitchen were on, but I saw no movement through the windows. I walked up to the front door and turned the knob.
"Oh just my luck!" I cried in exhaustion at the locked door. I reached for my handy chalk, only to find it had fallen out of my boot at some point. I clenched my fists, cursing, then sneaked to the back of the manor. I was vaguely reminded of a couple nights ago, and I just hoped that no homicidal maniacs waited in the kitchen. I opened the back kitchen door, smiling that it was unlocked. I stepped forward lightly, grimacing as I looked down at my knee in the light. I peered around the corner.
The kitchen was empty.
I sighed with relief as I made my way across it and to the door that led to the foyer. I pushed it open and stealthily crept across the dark room to the stairs. I climbed them quickly, then rushed down the hall to my room. As soon as I was safely closed inside, I took off my mask, sighing again.
"What a night," I said as I threw my mask across the room, onto the bed. I took off my Theatric Phantom outfit, frowning as I fingered the hole in the tights. Shrugging I threw the entire thing back into my closet, closely followed by my mask, then pulled on my pyjamas. I flopped down on the bed and fell asleep.
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