Beckoning Lyght

Nine Lives, Part 1

Chapter Five: Nine Lives

She couldn't help laughing as Tabitha dropped a few thick books on her kitchen table and plopped down in the chair with her head in her hands. Jamila picked up one of the books and flipped through it; of course, a bridal book.

"Problems?" she simply asked. Tabitha could only nod and let out an exhausting groan, "Guess I've been enlisted to help..."

"As my matron of honor, you have to!"

"Why did I agree to this...?"

"Because you love me and you owe me!"

"You're pushing it..." the professor mumbled as she sat down, "Okay... let's take a deep breath..." she waited until Tabitha actually took one, "... And let's start from the beginning! Now... what's the problem?"

"...... I'm getting married..." she told her with a serious look on her face. It was enough for Jamila to go into hysterics.

"That ain't a problem!! Okay... let's start with something... more detailed. You're having problems picking out a dress?" she asked and Tabitha nodded, "Alright; we'll leave that one alone for right now. What colors are you having for the wedding?"

"I'm supposed to pick out the colors, too?!" she panicked. It was the professor's turn to put her head in her hands, "I ain't got time for this! What the hell is the wedding planner for if she can't pick out the fucking colors of my wedding?! What good are you if you're just gonna sit there and laugh at me?!" she yelled when she saw her friend giggling.

"This is your wedding, not mine; it's not my job to pick out the colors!"

"Fine! What colors did you wear at your wedding?"

"I didn't have a wedding; we got married at the courthouse."

"... You're kidding me..."

"We didn't make Bruce Wayne money... we still don't make his money; he couldn't get me a ring that cost more than our house! Hell; my anniversary ring is still in layaway!" Jamila said, lifting up Tabitha's hand; she really admired the ten carat platinum ring on her finger. She snatched her hand away and blushed.

"Shut up..." she mumbled, "Wait... what was the point of making IDs if ya gonna have shit in layaway still?!"

"My babies come first; the ring can wait..." she nodded. Jamila lit up, "Hey... speaking of babies... you're gonna be a mom!" she beamed.

"... Oh my fucking God..." Tabitha slumped down further into the seat; she admitted that she hadn't thought about the fact that Bruce adopted Robin: when the two get married, she would be his mother, "I... I can't do it. I can't do this. I ain't ready..."

"Seriously?! He's what, sixteen?"

"... Seventeen..."

"Hell; he's already been raised! Come on... you know you ain't gonna let that fact stop you from marrying Bruce!" Jamila laughed. Tabitha shook her head.

"All this planning... it's too much. I... no. I can't plan this! Ain't it bad enough that I'm Monitor?! I've been going back and forth between New York and Gotham, fighting crime! Do you know who's been bothering us lately?!"

"... Joker...?"

"No; some plant bitch who's been tryna turn the city into some fucking rain forest! Do you know how hard it is to kill plants that come back to life?! And then I gotta deal with Diana's fucking attitude every time I see her..."

"Well... you did take her man from her..." Jamila tried. Tabitha widened her eyes at her.

"What?! They never dated!!" a smile crept on her face as Jamila laughed, "Oh... I fucking hate you..."