ʀᴇᴄʟᴜsᴇ! homesick

CH 12: Central City

"Sooo, who are you texting?" Tim asks me, sliding into his seat next to mine at dinner.

"Nobody." I answered.

"Ooo, it's a boy, isn't it?" Tim presses.

I drop my fork, and look at him, asking, "Does it matter?"

"Timothy, stop bothering Viviana." Bruce immediately comes to my rescue.

I let out a breath, "Thank you-"

"So who is this boy?" Bruce interrupts me.

I groan and say, "If you really don't know by now, I think you're losing your touch Bruce."

"Father is not-"

"No Damian, Viviana is entitled to her privacy. Which means you can't hack into her phone Tim."

Tim asks, "What about-"

"Not even her computer." Bruce says with a stern look.

Tim slumps in his seat.

"How was everyone's day at school?" Bruce asks. Bruce has banned electronics from the table ever since Tim fell asleep in his food, and knocked over his water which fried his computer. We're talking more, which is better, but we still fight.

Damian mumbles his answer, and Tim says it's the usual.

It's my turn, and I hope my good luck lasts. My class is taking a 3 day field trip to study the particle accelerator in Central City. I just hope I can convince Bruce.

I cleared my voice and asked, "My day at school was fine. My AP Physics class is taking a field trip next week to STAR Labs in Central City, and I was wondering if I could go?"

Bruce says, "I don't know how I feel sending you off to Central City. What happens if there's an attack or-"

"They have the Flash and Kid Flash if there's an emergency," I explain.

"We'll talk about it after dinner." Bruce said.

"It would just be nice to take a break." I sighed.

Maybe it was the desperation in my voice.

Maybe it was the fact that Bruce couldn't figure out any other way to help me.

He said that I could go. I hugged him, and said thank you. I think Bruce was shocked by my reaction.

It was a matter of life or death.

So fast forward to next week, I'm sneaking out of my hotel room, hoping to grab the Flash's attention.

I swing around, watching as people gawk, and I know that the Flash will have to come.

The breeze changes.

"You're late." I state, I've been waiting for a minute.

"Why are you here?" The Flash asks.

"I need your help." I told him.

The Flash teems closer.

"Aren't you the one who's been bothering Batman?" He recognizes me from the news.

"What? No, Batman, has been chasing me for no reason." I explain in a panic. This was not going well.

The Flash settles, "Well, his reasons are good enough for me."

My eyes widen and I try to get away from him, because I think we all know what's about to happen.

He grabs my arm and the next thing I know is that I'm held in some sort of cell.