𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 (Batfam FanFic)

9. Meeting the Batman

This part took forever, but it's finally here. I've been having, I guess you could call it writers block. I already know what's going to happen in the story, I have it all planned out, but I think I was second-guessing myself for what I've written so far. Anyways I'm going on vacation in a couple of days so I won't be able to upload the next chapter until I get back. So without further ado, here's the story.

It felt like eternity until I was finally released from Damian's shoulder and put on the ground I was still in a state of shock from seeing that man kill himself.

"So, you must be that girl that Robin told me about. The one that supposedly knows everything about us." I turned around to see who the deep gravelly voice belonged too. I already knew of course. Batman.

I then suddenly became aware of my surroundings. I looked around and noticed that I'm in the bat cave. I saw the infamous bat car. If I wasn't so depressed right now, I'd be ecstatic. Great. I can't even enjoy this moment because of that situation I just had to go through.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Bruce, aka Batman, suddenly pulled me out of my trance and into reality. Well, comic book reality that is.

"Sure." I said with absolutely no emotion behind my voice. With that he turned around and motioned with his hand for me to follow him. So I did.

Batman was in the lead with me in the middle and Robin bringing up the rear. He lead me all the way to the back where his giant computer is and sat down in his chair.

"Wow, thought Bruce Wayne was a gentleman. Really gonna make me stand." Sure the attitude wasn't needed, but can you blame me. And for a split second I could've sworn I saw surprise on his face, but he quickly masked it with his usual scowl.

"Okay, well since you already know who I am, guess there's no need for this." With that, he took off his cowl.

I gotta admit. He looks way better than any of the actors on TV or even the comic books themselves portray him. He had a nice clean cut face and a sharp jawline.

"Man, can't believe you actually used too wear tights. Although Adam West did do a good job with that role." He just looked at me like I was crazy.

"Wait, you used to where tights? Where's that costume at?" Damian spoke up from behind me, with chair in hand. I grabbed it and mumbled a thank you after sitting down. I was still mad at him. Although I could understand his confusion about the costume. It seems that's the only old costume he doesn't keep displayed in a case by the rest of them.

"Wow, you like to keep Richard's old suit displayed, but you're too embarrassed to display yours." I chimed while looking at the suits on the second level.

"That's besides the point, so I guess I won't need to ask a lot of questions since you seem to have answered some of them on your own. So, tell me Miss Lucelle Godfrey, how do you know so much about us?"

It took me a while to think, but then I remembered that one episode of Justice League where the John Stewart Green Lantern got pulled into his favorite comic book series. But this only problem was, I didn't know if that happen in this universe. That was the show after all. Wait. Was I really brought into the comic book. Or could i have been pulled into the TV show. My brain was starting to hurt from all of this thinking. Noticing my silence, Bruce spoke up.

"Any day now Miss Godfrey."

"Oh, right! Sorry!" And with that I, tried, to explain everything. About me coming here. The events that unfolded before Robin brought me and about my theory about how I got here and that's the same one where someone was connected to that other dimension somehow and wrote about it. In this case, assuming that I am in the comic book, those people would be Bob Kane and Bill Finger. I told him everything. Well except the thing that triggered me coming here, which I'm guessing was my supposed death.

After my explanation, he looked more confused than ever.

"That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." Damian finally spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Oh shut up! I'm still mad at you from earlier!" Honestly, the balls this kid has.

"Damian, enough! Go to your room! I'll have a talk with you later!" I forgot Bruce had that 'no killing' policy. And that Damian didn't really care for it.

All Bruce received as a response was a 'Tch' before Damian walked away.

"Did that happen?" I had to ask to make sure.

"Did what happen?"

"That situation with John Stewart."

"Yes. That's why I'm entitled to believe you. I have a couple more questions, but none that can't wait and I'm guessing you might be a little tired, especially after that whole ordeal you went through. I'm also guessing you don't want to go back to the apartment of your friend."

I shook my head remembering the experience.

"Very well. You can stay here for tonight in the guest bedroom. Alfred."

"Yes master Bruce?"

"Ahhh!" I screamed at the unexpected butler standing behind me. When did he get there?

"Please escort miss Godfrey to one of the guest bedrooms."

"Of course."

"Wait. How can you trust me to sleep under your roof after only knowing me like 30 minutes. I could kill you in your sleep." I probed Bruce with a questioning look.

"First of all, you don't exactly seem like the type who could kill and second, I don't sleep. I thought you knew everything about me?" He looked at me with a sly smirk and I suddenly felt defeated.

"I guess you're right." I mumbled to myself looking off to the side.

"Please follow me Miss Godfrey." Alfred extending his hand out in front of him and moved so I could follow.

"Geez, drop the miss would you. It's just Lucy. You too Bruce, it feels weird. I know you've only known me for like half an hour, but I've known you for like my entire life, so stop being so formal."

"I shall consider it." With that he turned to his computer and stared typing away.

"Deep sigh." I stated while sighing and shaking my head. I turned around and saw Alfred waiting for me. I started to follow him as my spirits started rising a little bit. I mean, I'm going to get to sleep in the Wayne Manor. How exciting is that?