A/N: The sequel to "Bats in My Belfry"! Kyoko has finally gotten the inspiration despite the fact she is supposed to be updating three or more other fics. Yeah, she is a moron…ah, well. Hope you enjoy the Sequel of Cool-Drama-Romance-Fun-ness! (grins) Adios!
Three years. Three long years.
That's how long it's been since I've seen the darkened, towering peaks of Gotham City. It sounds easy saying three years but it's not. I've had to adjust and re-adjust dozens of times, fight the urge to look up at the skyscrapers in hopes of seeing a winged shadow pass overhead when sirens blaze past. But no, not in New York. As far as I'd seen, there weren't any vigilantes. Well, there weren't any 6'2'', 125 lbs., deliciously muscle-bound vigilantes, if you want to be specific.
Gail's wedding was what had brought me back to Gotham City. Can you imagine that guy-chasing, wisecracking gal caught herself a beau? I'd dropped the phone when I'd heard about it.
The plane bobbed a bit and I jumped. Did I mention I don't like flying? It's not the height issue, it just makes me feel a bit uneasy. My run-in with Bane those three years ago might have something to do with that. We'd been flying for about 2 ½ hours now and I was doing pretty good, getting by with some Staind and a burned CD of Japanese music. Yeah, the Anime Wave hit me too.
I clicked through the tracks to find my favorite song from Rurouni Kenshin and settled back in my chair, allowing the music to soothe my slightly ruffled nerves. The song was in Japanese but I knew what they meant in English.
"Ashidori mo karukushite, chao chao
(Footsteps are lightly taken, chao chao)
Torumono mo toriaezu, chao chao
(But hurrying anyway, chao chao)
Raion ga unaru mitai no raimei ga
(Thunder like a lion's roar)
Taisan wo unagashite iru
(Prompts a dispersion)
Dou naru no?
(What's going on?)
Sou…mou sugu ame…
(That's right…the rain's coming…)"
I felt a light tap at my shoulder and I turned to my flight companion, a blonde with sapphire eyes the color of the deep blue sea.
"Oh, sorry if I was disturbing you but I just wanted to know what you were listening to."
"Oh! 'It's Gonna Rain' by Bonnie Pink."
"Really? I have that at home back in New York."
"Wow! What a coincidence!" I extended a hand.
"My name's Anita Callahan, nice to meet you." Thank God for divorces…
She took it and smiled. "Blair Donovan. The pleasure's all mine."
"So, Blair, what are you heading to Gotham for?"
"Oh, visiting my boyfriend. I'm away on business in New York. You?"
"My best friend's getting married. She drafted me in the wedding."
Blair laughed, a gentle tinkling sound like tiny Christmas bells.
I turned back to the Gotham Gazette sitting on my lap and found Batman in an article. A blush crawled up my cheeks and my heart rate doubled. Batman.
My biggest regret.
"I see you like the Batman, huh?"
I looked at her then and she had a sly look on her face.
"It's okay, most women in Gotham wouldn't mind finding out just what's under that cape, including me."
I blushed harder. If only she knew…
"I saw him once when Two Face was on a rampage at the First National Bank. He was the most magnificent thing I'd ever seen."
I frowned at the title of the article, "Cat Got His Cape?".
"Evidently, Catwoman thinks so too."
Blair chuckled. "You sound jealous."
I sat up straight guiltily and closed the magazine.
"Why should I be?"
She shook her head and turned back to her novel, entitled The Laughing Corpse.
"I don't know."
Gail came flying at me once I'd gotten my bags and found me waiting for her outside. I dropped my bags and laughed as she half-tackled, half-hugged me. She effectively squeezed the air from my lungs and finally let go.
"It's great to see you too, Gail." I grinned.
"Where's the unlucky man?"
She shoved me playfully and I laughed. She beckoned me further from the crowd to her lovely red car and to her fiancé.
He was about six feet exactly, short auburn, slightly tanned, dark brown eyes, and an open, pleasant smile. He stuck out a hand politely.
"Brian Gunderson. You must be Anita."
I took his hand, shaking my head.
"Don't worry, I've heard all about you."
I leaned in to whisper, "She doesn't do you justice."
He chuckled good-naturedly and Gail pretended to glare at me.
"Alright, alright, break it up; we've got a reservation that spoils in 30 minutes so let's get you to your hotel so we can go get drunk!"
I shook my head with a grin and thanked Brian as he took my suitcases and put them in the trunk of the car.
A night out on the town; the perfect welcome back.
The next day…
The loud ringing of the hotel phone shattered my dream of soft, warm darkness. I rolled onto my stomach and groped about on the nightstand and groggily answered,
"You up yet?"
I groaned and rubbed the side of my face. "Gail, you'd better have a good reason for dragging me out of at…" I glanced at the bedside clock. "…twelve o'clock." Oh.
"Why? You brought a stripper home with you?"
I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't THAT drunk."
"Sure you weren't…"
"Get to the point, please."
"We need to go shopping for the bridesmaids' shoes today. I'll pick you up at 12:45."
I hung up and flounced back on the pillow, feigning sleep. Ugh. That was one rough night…
I tossed back the covers, covering a yawn with my hand, and stood, crossing the comfortable-sized hotel room to the closet, humming "It's Gonna Rain" softly under my breath.
"That's the seventh shoe department we've been to, Gail. I don't think they have ivory-white shoes with lavender flowers and clear heels!" I exclaimed, massaging my tired ankles as I sat on a small bench in the mall. That stubborn frown had set into her face and a steely look of determination glinted in her eyes. I sighed, exasperated. She never gives up. It was a rule. A stupid one, but a rule nevertheless.
"Hey, we've still got five more to go. Who knows what lies ahead." She replied, softening her face into a smile.
"Blisters," I muttered, forcing myself to stand. She faked a pout and rolled my eyes. I picked up my purse from the bench and turned to follow her as she walked. Suddenly, a man shoved past me and snatched the purse from my hands.
Gail gasped as he tore past her and ran towards the exit of the mall.
"Hey! Give that back, you bastard!" I shouted, pursuing him. No matter how fast you are, no one can catch a thief in high heels.
"Somebody stop him!" I heard Gail yell and then a large man blocked the purse-snatcher's path. The thief took a hefty right hook to the mug and stumbled backwards far enough that he fell into the fountain. I retrieved my purse from the floor and started to gather the things that had fallen from it. A hand joined mine and I looked up. It was the man who had stopped the purse-snatcher.
Kyoko: Mwa hah! Suspense! Maybe it will make you review my story! (Evil grin) Next chapter might be a while, folks; this is a WIP, Work In Progress. I'll have it up ASAP. Bai!