Terry had a lot of questions. It didn’t seem like she was going to be very forward with her answers though since she seemed to view Terry as a complete imbecile.

‘I wonder if she has some super alien tech that she’ll use on me if I don’t stop talking. I hope it’s not a probe.’ Terry thought to himself as he watched Haxor press more the lighted squares that randomly appeared.

“What are those lights?” Terry asked suddenly making Haxor give a startled look. She then gave Terry a glare that made him feel like he was back in first grade and Ms. Grady was glaring at him for asking a stupid question.

“It’s what you would call a keyboard. Your technology hasn’t advanced far enough for holograms to have more the decoy use.” She then turned away from him and grabbed a cup.

“Is that a slurpie from 11-7?!” Terrys’ obvious shock made Haxor giggle. Then, when he didn’t stop being shocked, her laughter exploded to making her fall of her chair. When she finally regained her composure she said “11-7 is an intergalactic corporation. There’s one down the street from me. If you actually take some time to notice, most of the workers of 11-7’s on your planet are aliens in more ways than one.” She took another sip of the blue drink. “Terry, you need to be more observant, I mean, the last Mammal Man was much better at spotting. You’re supposed to be the Dark Detective!” Haxor says seriously.

“Who is Mammal Man?”

Haxor was shocked. “McGuinness, what is a bat?”

It was then that it dawned on Terry. “A mammal!” This was also the time that Haxor began a slow, sarcastic clap. “Bravo.” She took another sip before pressing a green glowing square. The Bat Computer suddenly went black.

“Was it supposed to do that?” Terry asks cautiously, he had already broken it once today and wasn’t willing to suffer the wrath of Mr. Wayne again. He already had to groom Ace. Terry shuddered at the horror. It was then that Terry noticed that Haxor was no longer on the screen. He quickly scanned the screen, hoping to find the omnipotent alien somewhere on that vast screen. “Haxor? Haxor?!” He screams insistently at the screen.

“What?” He turns around quickly to see Haxor standing there with her slurpie innocently staring at him through her giant goggles. She was a lot different than he had imagined her. She was a lot… shorter. Her hair hung below her knees and her petite frame made her seem child like, but the fierce expression made Terry re-think that statement. ‘More like a stern midget.’

“Is it okay that the screen is black?” Terry asks randomly gesturing toward the immense screen.

Haxor shrugs. “Well, unless you need it for anything, then it’s okay. It’s asleep for now and when you need it, you’ll have to give the security requirements, but other than that, it’s alright.” She jiggles the 11-

7 cup and hears the straw bashing against the sides. She sighs in discontent. “That’s the bad thing, there isn’t enough of it to truly last very long.”

“I’m sorry that you had to come down here. Is there anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable?” Mr. Wayne sat in a large lounge chair speaking to Haxor while she rummaged in the kitchen. His usually gruff manner of speaking had melted into something much more accommodating. This made Terry pause. This was the most ‘affectionate’ he had ever seen Mr. Wayne.

“It’s alright, I won’t be here long. I just need to make some minor adjustments to make Mona run more efficiently.” Haxor finishes her rummaging and skips up the nearby stairway. Terry turns to see a small smile on Mr. Waynes’ face.

“Mr. Wayne, who is she to you?”