As Black as the Night (book 1)

The interview

Barbra's POV

I grabbed sam's arm and pushed pass dick and went to my room. I saw dick come behind us trying to talk to me. I pushed sam into my room and slammed the door in dick's face.

"Barbara please let me explain," Dick called from outside my door.

I ignored him and just laid in my bed. Dick was constantly banging on my door. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I just cant wait till I'm done with this stupid project. I cant wait till I go back to the orphanage.

"Barbara please talk to me. Let me explain," he called again.

Sam walked over to the door and opened it. I look at Dick and his sad eyes. Why does he have to be so cute. Ughhhh.

"Listen, you hurt my best friend. It would have been nicer of you to stand her up, but no you leave the date before it even started with out an explanation. What kind of person would do that. You are a new level of ass hole," Sam said slamming the door in his face.

Sam can over to my bed and gave me a huge hug. Crap. Today is Sunday. I have to turn in a rough draft of our paper.

"Crap Sam," I almost screamed.

"What," she asked.

"Our rough drafts are due tomorrow," I told her.

"Crap. I gotta go do that," she said.

I know Sam if a friend is in need school can go to hell. But I can't let my best friend's grades suffer because my heart is broken.

"Sam, go home and work on your paper," I told her.

She gave me a concerned smile.

"I'll be fine," I told her.

She grabbed her things and I walk her to the door. Alfred bids her a farewell and goes back into the kitchen to make lunch. After she left, I run upstairs to grab my notebook and run to bruce's office. I finally get to it and knock on the door.

"Come in," he said from behind the door.

I open the door and see Bruce in one of his business suits and dick sitting on the other side.

"Sorry I just needed to work on my project," I said holding up my notebook.

"No that's fine. Dick can you please excuse us," Bruce said.

Dick got up and walked pass me. I turn me head so I don't look him in the eyes. I walk over to bruce's desk and sat where dick was.

"So you got some questions," Bruce asked me.

"Yea a couple," I said.

"Ask away," he said.

"Um first can you tell me when you were born?"

"May 27, 1971." (BE NOTED I CAN NOT FIND WHEN HE WAS ACTUALLY BORN. THERE ARE MANY DIFFERENT DATES. BUT THE CONSTANT YEAR IS 1939 BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE HIM TOO OLD. I MEAN THE YEAR IS 2015)

I wrote down his birthday next the the question.

"Who were your parents," I asked.

Bruce takes a deep breath. I can tell he still misses his parents. I already know some of these questions, but I have to ask.

"Martha and Thomas Wayne," he said.

I wrote down his answer and looked at the next question.

'If parents died, how did they die?' I can't ask him that. I wouldn't want someone asking me that. I skip the question and decide I will fill that in by myself. I'll use google for something.

I read the next question. 'When did your parents die and after who took care of you?' Seriously. Who came up with these question. A heartless monster.

I skip that question and move on. "What do you like to do on your free time," I asked.

At least there are no more depressing questions.

"Spelunking," he said.

"So you like going into creepy caves," I asked.

"Caves are as creepy and you think they are," he explained.

"I mean there could be bats," I said.

"You scared of bats, Barbara," he asked me.

"Yes aren't you," I asked.

"I was when I was younger. I fell down a well and my father came and got me. He told he something that I remember to this day, and I still live by it," he said.

"What was it," I asked.

This old guy is pretty awesome and not that old. He was like some cool dude.

"Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves backup," he said.

After about five more question, I leave Bruce to finish whatever he was doing. He isn't really that bad. I walked back to my room to write my paper. I saw walking up the stairs went I bumped in to dick and almost fell down the stairs. He wrapped his arms around me and saved me from a very bad fall. All of my papers went flying and my notebook fell and made a big noise.

"Barbara," he started to say before I interrupted.

"Thank you," I said pushing him back. I went back down the stairs to collect my papers. Bruce cam out of his office to see what happened.

"Are you okay," he asked concerned.

"Yea, my notes just fell out of my hands," I said picking up my notebook.

I picked up all of my papers and walked to my room. I thanked dick once again and closed the door to my room. I sat at my desk writing my paper.