Okay, so this is a story by Newsiesgirllaces and I. We teamed up!! This is the sequel to Blue Jay written by Newsiesgirllaces, so if you want you can go and read that first. But you don't have to read the first one to understand this one. This first chapter is the one I wrote, and Laces has the next one. Go check out Newsiesgirllaces stories, they're cool! Hope you enjoy,
The Bat Car pulled into the Bat Cave with a steady stop. The doors opened and Robin and I jumped out. Batman stepped out and closed the door, walking into the middle of the cave. I had just removed my mask when I heard my name and turned to face Batman towering over me. He did not look happy and I knew that for perhaps the hundredth time that week, he was going to start lecturing. Again.
"What was that out there?" He asked.
"What was what?" I asked innocently, trying to prolong this as long as possible.
He gritted his teeth. He did not like playing games when it came to mistakes in live combat. "You know perfectly well what," He said a little harshly. I sighed.
"It was just a stupid mistake!" I said.
"A mistake that could have cost you your life." Batman stated matter-of-factly.
"Well so what?" I said, crossing my arms. "You do things that could very well kill you all the time!" Now Batman looked really miffed. Oh, crud… Why did I have to go and say that? Now I'll just be here longer!
"That's different when I am trained properly and I can handle myself in a dangerous situation. You apparently can't."
"It's not even my fault!" I said. "My grappling hook wouldn't work! Besides, if that stupid creep hadn't thrown that car, then it wouldn't have happened. Tim saved me anyway!"
"And it could've gotten you both injured."
"Actually," Tim cut in, "I'm fine." Batman gave him a glare. "…I'm just gonna go upstairs now," he said and left.
"Oh, thanks a lot Tim," I mumbled. Batman turned back to me.
"You obviously need more training in your weapons maintenance. We'll be going over that tomorrow until you get it right."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I said. Then I yawned. I was really tired. I sat down in the chair to take off my shoes and Bruce, taking off his mask, sat down at the large computer. I hadn't realized how incredibly tired I was until I sat down…
When I woke up, the sun was annoyingly shining in my face. I rubbed my eyes and then opened them, stretching under my blankets. I turned over and saw the clock on my nightstand. It said 8:30.
I threw the blankets off and ran to my closet. I quickly dressed. I was so late for school!!! Why hadn't anyone woke me? I grabbed my backpack and my shoes and ran down the hallway and to the stairs. Bruce was in the kitchen eating breakfast and Alfred was pouring him a cup of coffee when I came crashing into the counter, sliding on the floor with my socks.
"Aysel, what are you-" Bruce started.
"No time!" I yelled. "I'm so late! Why didn't you wake me up? I have exams to review for today in class!" I slid to the toaster and stuffed a piece of butter toast in my mouth. I quickly picked up all the stray papers that had fallen out of my backpack and started to rush out to the front door when Bruce stopped me.
"Aysel, calm down. You're not late. I called the school and excused you from your classes today."
"What?!" I said. "What for?"
"You've been overworking yourself. You wake up at five in the morning, go to school, then come home and lock yourself in your room studying for your exams all night. Then we go out on patrol and you can't even make it to your room before you fall asleep, as you proved last night."
I thought back to last night and suddenly remembered that I had fallen asleep in the chair. Oops.
"So?" I replied, crossing my arms.
"So," Bruce said evenly. "It's harmful to your health. If you keep this up, you're not going to be able to do anything, let alone pass your exams. So I've arranged for a couple days of rest and relaxation for you."
"No!" I said. "I have too much to do! I can't just take a break!" Over the time I've been living with him, it's gotten a little easier to stand up to the man that is Batman… But only a little.
"You can, and you will. You need some rest. I don't want to argue with you on this." When I tried to protest, he spoke again. "End of discussion."
I glared at him and huffed, spun around and stomped back up the stairs. I reached my room and just in case he didn't get that I was mad at him, I slammed the door for good measure. Frustrated, I looked around my room. Now what am I gonna do?