Children Of The Bat

Chapter 7: Hit'em Hard

Mary's P.O.V
14:00 EST Wayne Manor, Gotham City

I was sitting on my bed with my laptop and the camera. I hooked the camera up to my computer and started scratching through the videos that looked useful. I picked a video with a sixteen year old boy with black hair and blue eyes, who I instantly recognized as my Uncle Timothy. I hovered the arrow over his face and clicked it. The screen went black then Uncle T's face covered the screen. The video was taking too long to play, I was about to refresh it when Uncle T's voice and a ton of terrible background noise burst out of the computer speakers.

"Hey!" He said, backing away from the screen, "I'm, Tim, and this is my video project, for school, about my life here at the manor." He spread his arms out to the dinningroom. I couldn't help but smile at him, he's the only person I've ever met that tried making schoolwork fun. It's been awhile, I should call him sometime. I thought to myself.

"Well, where should I begin!?" He asked the camera. Suddenly all that could be heard was a baby crying offscreen and Uncle Tim looked in that direction as someone came on screen. Pops!

"Okay," Bruce said to Uncle T, seeming very frantic, and trying to understand why the child was still wailing. "Tim, it's Saturday, so you have to watch her while I'm at work."

"What!? No!" Tim nearly shouted and gestured to the camera. "I've got my own stuff!"

"Too, bad," Pops responded, shifting the baby's weight. "I have to work. You can work on that while watching her, isn't it about how you live in the manor?"

Tim nodded.

"Good," Pops grunted. "Show your class one of your chores! Plus, she likes you more than most of us."

"No she doesn't!" Tim argued. "She hates me!"

Bruce put the wailing child in Tim's arms and suddenly, the baby stopped crying with a hiccup and had a big smile looking up at the teen.

"Told you," Pops said, then took off.

Tim looked down at the baby. "Really?" He asked the child, "After all we've practiced?"

The baby smiled with a little finger in her mouth. He groaned, "Why do I have to be your favorite uncle?"

The baby looked into the camera and pointed, followed by a little grunt. "Ohh, you're lucky, you're cute," Tim said kissing the baby's head. Aw.

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Once the video closed I opened a new one. As soon as I clicked it the clip started, and again the first thing you heard was a ton of noise.

Once again carrying a wailing baby, Bruce appeared onscreen. "TIM! TURN THAT DOWN!" He yelled into the next room then turned to look at the camera.

"Turn that off, Alfred!" He snapped and you could hear Alfred give a slight chuckle. "I don't need a reminder of, Mary's infancy."

Bruce looked down at baby me, "You gotta agree with me...I'm bad at this."

I stopped crying with a quick inhale, then let out a blood curdling cry. I had to turn down the volume or else the speakers might have blown.

Bruce cringed then started bouncing little me, not helping at all. Alfred put the camera down so it was facing the three of us and he took me from Bruce, who had no hesitation giving me to the butler.

"Do not worry, Miss Mary," Alfred said softly rocking the baby in his arms. "Everything will be all right."

The child calmed down and eventually fell fast asleep.

"How the heck do you do that!?" Pops whispered harshly.

"That," he said handing me back to Pops, who looked panicked. "Is my superpower."