Author's Note:
HI HI! Its your novice writer! So, how have things been? Lol, so here's the fourth chapter to my newest JLA fanfic story, 'The First Female Scarlet Runner'. I hope that all of you are enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!
I believe that this story should be dedicated to you great fans out there! No, I'm not secluding this story only for fans of this story, but of all the Justice League fans!
I sincerely hope that you enjoy my story for I've been working hard on it!
This one is for you guys!
Bruce Wayne jumped over his desk and grabbed Katherine's neck pinning her to the ground, the Dark Knight starting to finally show himself.
He growled at her, his voice threatening, "Who are you…?"
Even with her life hanging on a thread, she has time to joke and smirk, "Seriously Batman, I just spilled my guts to you and Alfred."
His grip on her neck tightened for a final time before he let her go.
Bruce Wayne gathered himself and stood unlatching his grip from Katherine.
She stood up hesitantly, not wanting her head smashed into the ground. Again…
"Thanks for finally understanding before you severed my head off with your bear hands." She brushed herself off and turned her attention to Alfred, entirely forgetting about the older English gentleman standing quietly in the corner. "Sorry for the excitement Alfred." She nodded towards the papers and objects on the floor.
"Oh no Miss Summers, don't worry, at least you haven't torn down the Manor."
Katherine thought his sense of humor was very original.
As Bruce walks out of the office, he doesn't say a word, Katherine could barely make out the sound of his footsteps.
She thought to herself, 'Yup, that's all the confirmation I need…'
Alfred hurriedly walked over to the side of Bruce's desk and started to pick up all the fallen and misplaced objects.
Katherine stood solemnly as she watched the ghost of Bruce Wayne.
"Don't fret Miss Summers, he doesn't trust anyone."
She sighed, leaning up against Bruce's desk. "Do you think that he believes me?"
"Even though we have only met moments ago, I have full faith that you're speaking the truth." Alfred said very optimistically. "I will have a very long talk with the young Master Bruce if that does suit you. I will try to sway his opinion. But I believe that's the best I can do for you Miss Summers."
Katherine thought that Alfred was being more than generous.
"Thank you, Alfred." She smiled at him soberly.
"Please, make yourself at home. I will call for you when I have finished speaking with Master Bruce. Be warned now, it might take a while." With that last words, he briskly walked off and turned left heading further down the far reaching hallway.
Thinking about the, semi awkward conversation and situation that had passed, Katherine didn't know how this was going to go down. Maybe she'd end up being hunted and killed by the Justice League themselves, or maybe she'd be stuck in this dimension forever, never being able to find a way back even with her advanced skills.
The thought scared the shit out of her. She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, not sleeping properly for two days had taken a toll on her.
Katherine knew that she'd have time to kill and minus well explore around the notorious Wayne Manor, but she knew better than to snoop.
Exiting Bruce Wayne's oval office heading to the right, she sees a figure ascending from the stairs in her peripheral vision.
The figure freezes in its place, she can feel their stare.
She held back the urge to turn and look at who the person ascending on the stairs were.
"Excuse me…?" A voice as smooth as silk, very demanding and firm, says from a distance.
Katherine went rigid, 'Please don't be him, please don't be him…'
She knew that even in her reality he was DAYUM hot in the comics. How could she resist the real one.
After years of pulling off lies about her grades and "extra curricular activities", she learned how to compose herself in less than a second.
She beamed at him with all the energy she could muster. "Hi, I'm Katherine
Summers." She spoke from across the long hallway, she started to walk up to him and he made his way to the top of the stairs.
In her mind, she registered who the nicely dressed handsome man is, Richard Grayson.
He seemed to compose himself too, "Hello there, miss. I don't believe we have met. My father hasn't mentioned anything about guests." He smiled very politely, she could tell a fake smile from a mile away, it never reached his eyes.
"I believe you're Dick Grayson?" She knew the answer, but she humored herself, she was too close to comfort, hand-to-hand combat wasn't her strong suit.
"Yes, you're correct. Proud to be the first out of two siblings!" He grinned at her with that naughty look, she saw that hint of pain that obscured his eyes for a little while.
Katherine was nervous, she was meeting her comic book crush. She could say that it was as nervous as meeting a famous movie star in her reality.
"Oh, forgive me, Miss… Katherine…? Where are my manners," He composed himself once again being over polite, she couldn't stand it.
"Yes, but just call me Kat. Its easier," She had her hands behind her back and she played with the split ends of her long hair.
"Ok, Kat," he enunciated the 'kat', "Let me give you a tour around the Manor then.
She listened for the fist ten minutes of her tour with great interest, he knew everything about everything. There seemed to be a story for every object in the Manor.
She could tell that he enjoyed talking about the Wayne's Household. Maybe he didn't have anyone to talk to since he still practically lives in the Manor.
As Grayson lost himself in the tour, he started to smile more and laugh to himself as though he was reliving the stories.
His smile made Katherine flutter and when he looked back at her, she couldn't hold his gaze, playing with the ends of her hair that were severed
by her own cuttings.
Soon enough, her inner conflict caught up with her, was she going to tell yet another Wayne who she was and where she came from? She didn't think that leaving him in the dark about herself knowing his biggest secret was the best idea.
If the comics followed each of the Justice League character's stories exactly, he would rampage.
They had already reached the main living area when she stopped him, "Listen, Mr. Wayne, or Grayson if you prefer, the Manor is gorgeous, but I believe there is a more serious matter on hand…" Katherine looked down, she didn't know how to go about telling her comic book crush that she was from a different dimension where he didn't even exist and that she knew his alter ego.
Grayson stood still for a moment, he didn't like being interrupted.
Katherine opened her mouth barely a centimeter when a large hand rested on her shoulder. She jumped not expecting anyone to touch her, let alone sneak up on her like that.
"I'm sorry Dick, but I need to take Miss Summers for a second, " the voice of Bruce Wayne emitted from her back right.
"Yeah, sure, whatever…" keeping his façade on, Dick Grayson rolls his eyes pathetically and walks back towards the hallway to take him to the stairs.
Bruce stood still watching Grayson walk out of the room, he stared at his son's back, watching.
Katherine didn't want to interrupt him either.
What seemed like an eternity, he looked back at her, "Katherine, you cannot do that. It'll get you killed." His voice was chilled but not icy cold.
She looked down in disappointment, "I understand." She felt very, put down, for lack of a better word, for she has disappointed her idol.
Even without the cowl and cape, he could still be the bat, and he was doing a damn good job, he gave her the batglare before he turned to leave her a lone in the massive room.
"Wait, are you going to help me or not?" she started to walk fast towards him but the moment she said the words, she ran straight into Bruce Wayne's back even though he was a good 20 feet away.
She sent him falling forward, catching him off guard. He tumbled and rolled forward back onto his feet, he turned around and was in a fighting stance. He turned to see his attacker, Katherine, sitting on the floor rubbing her head.
"Sorry, I really have to learn how to control this thing…" Bruce's stance collapsed and he took a few steps closer to her, "There's something you're not telling me." His voice was monotone, no emotion, just demanding.
Even though she was an +A student in all aspects of science, doesn't mean that explaining her change of dimensions or the AP's side effect was easy to explain to this world's greatest detective.
"Listen, I'm not an expert or anything on science, but all I know is the cold, hard facts. I came into this dimension unconscious and unaware of my surroundings until I could regain full strength and stand up. I soon realized that there was a side effect that came along with the change in worlds, I became incredibly fast. I haven't been able to control my sudden bursts of speed."
She watched him with innocent eyes, nothing the but the truth pouring from them.
He stared at her, trying to find any trace of a lie. He narrowed his eyes, "Find any passage to the Cave then I'd accept your request for help."
She couldn't hold back the grin that split her face into two.
There were two entrances to the Batcave in this very room, the most well known entrance of all time was the sliding grandfather clock that moved when the hands were turned to 11:42.
She darted for the clock, making a conscious effort to speed, but she ended up sprinting at an average human's speed.
She opened the glass cover and turned the hands to 11:42, closing the glass, she slid the clock over to the left and a small doorway opened up to a dark stair case descending down.
She was so excited, she couldn't help but smirk back at the somewhat startled Bruce Wayne. Of course he didn't show it, but deep down, he knew it was there, that shock that never showed.
Katherine knew a lot about Bruce Wayne and his second life, especially the Batcave. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over her like a tidal wave.
Bruce started to walk over to the dark hallway without a word. Katherine bit her lower lip to help suppress a smile as he walked by, she could feel the irritation rolling off of him.
She was hesitant to follow him down the dark and musty staircase, maybe he didn't trust her yet. He was about to turn around the some-what spiral stair case but he stopped, "Do you want my help, or not?"
His mask was on, he didn't need a cowl for that, he was a totally different person. The change in persona was incredible.
She gathered herself and mentally noted that she needed to act mature, "Yes, of course, sorry." She followed him down the spiraling case.
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DISCLAIMER, '1ST FEMALE SCARLET RUNNER' ISN'T THE OWNER OF ANY OF THE JLA CHARACTERS, LOCATIONS, OR COMICS. CHARACTER KATHERINE SUMMERS AND HER DIALOGUE BELONGS TO WRITER. WRITER IS NOT MAKING PROFIT ON ANY STORIES, WHATSOEVER.