Thank you to my first and only reviewer of this story, daze! Here's part II.
My alarm going off at 6:30 woke me from a deep sleep. I had dreamed about Terry jumping out the window and into the Bat mobile, zooming off to a call. As soon as I sat up, it hit me. That wasn't a dream; it had actually happened. I stood up to go wake Matt and Terry up before remembering today was Saturday. No school. I went up to Matt's room to check on him. Half of his covers were on the floor. I picked them up and put them back on him. He merely pulled them over himself, still fast asleep. Terry wasn't in his room, but his bed hadn't been disturbed, so he hadn't slept there last night.
I went downstairs. Maybe Terry was down there. I found him sound asleep on the sofa. He was snoring slightly. Bruce must have worked him to death last night, with it being a Friday. I walked up to him, but before I could wake him up, he woke up on his own.
"Morning, Mom," he said, yawning.
"Morning, Terry," I said. "You want some breakfast?"
"Sure, Mom, if it's not too muchfor you."
"No, I can do it." I set to work pulling out eggs and pancake batter. It had been a while since I actually made breakfast. Usually I was off to work in a hurry, or the boys made their own breakfasts. After I made Terry breakfast, Matt came down. He must have smelled breakfast cooking all the way to his room.
"Hey, what's happening?" he asked, apparently startled at the sight of his mother cooking and his brother sitting at the table eating his breakfast. He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "All right, my mom's cooking, and my brother's sitting at the table. What's weird about this?"
I laughed, "What's wrong, Matt? I'm your mom and Terry's your brother."
Matt just looked at Terry, and snorted. "Are you sure? I've never seen him before in my life."
Terry's only response was to flick a piece of egg at him.
"MOM!" I chuckled. Watching Terry play with Matt, I couldn't believe this was the same person who protected the city every night. Knowing what Terry was doing made me feel better, but at the same time I realized how much danger Terry put himself in everyday to protect the city. Things were going to be different around here.
I know, part II is rather short. I didn't want to do it in one go though. I do have to credit my best friend of seven years for helping me with this story. She went through it and corrected a few grammatical errors I made. Thank you, Victoria! See you around.