Children Of The Bat

Chapter 12: Surprises

Mary's P.O.V
20:00 EST Wayne Manor

"Thanks, Uncle Jason!" I shouted running into the manor.

"Later, babe!" He revved the engine and took off.

I ran inside and headed straight for the stairs.

"Miss Mary, is that you?" Alfred asked when I bolted out of sight.

"No," I responded. "It's Foghorn Leghorn!"

"Where have you been?" He asked following me. "It is precisely eight o'clock."

"Nowhere!" I shouted.

"Mi-"

"Why do you care!?" I slammed the door and flopped on the bed with the newspaper article.

Oh man, how could we have gotten caught!?

I heard a knock on the door, "GO AWAY!!"

"Miss Mary, are yo-"

"YES! I'M FINE! GO! AWAY!"

I heard Alfred walk away and I looked at the article, Frontpage, I might add. I read the article again, and again. The Headline was bolded and in all caps.

The entire page read...

'NEW DYNAMIC DUO? OR POWER COUPLE?'
Batgirl and Kid Flash were caught in down town Gotham. The speedster just might have stole the heart of our local Gotham princess?

PRINCESS!? PRINCESS! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I'M GOTHAM'S PRINCESS, BOTH AS MARY MARTHA GRAYSON AND BATGIRL!? JUST, KILL ME NOW!

Dead center of the page was a picture of KF and Batgirl, not them standing next to each other, NO, it was KF holding her...BRIDAL STYLE!!!

Oh man, what are the others in the Society going to say?

I growled crumpling up the paper and threw it in my waist basket.

"I am so stupid!" I whisper screamed. "No one will ever see us downtown! Everything will be fine! Nope!"

I fell on my back, on my bed, I threw the covers over my body and let the thoughts wear themselves out.

Thankfully I passed out.

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Nov. 10, 16:00 EST

For the next week the manor was quiet, no break ins, no surprise visits from whoever, and with my mind flooded with thoughts and my anger boiling those thoughts into a very bitter soup, I couldn't bring myself to even look at Alfred, let alone talk to him.

If he ever cared why didn't he worry, how could he have been sleeping so peacefully with me out who-knows-where, doing who-knows-what, with who-knows-who!?

I sat at the -now- dinner bar with Alfred on the other side.

"You have been very quiet lately, Miss Mary," he says, while wiping the counter. "Is something wrong?"

"Like you care," I grumbled.

"Of course I care, Miss."

Oh great, now 'Butlerman the Uncaring', has super hearing. What next? CAN YOU HEAR MY THOUGHTS BUTLERMAN, HUH!?

I rolled my eyes, picking up my empty plate and put it in the sink, usually I'd try cleaning it myself, but I was in no mood for Alfred to tell me not to.