Only So Much.

I Don't Think So

I went back and read my older chapters, oh my god. I died laughing at my A/N's. 'Holy mother of Batman!' Who let me write that?! I want to apologize for a few things. One is to anyone read the actual first chapter 'Mount Justice'. It's irrelevant to the plot, I was mad at my gym teacher at the time. I still am actually, I hate gym. The second is the fact that my author's note's were longer than the actual chapters for a while. *sighs* There was something wrong with me. The third is for the crazy late update, but this chapters pretty long so please don't kill me.

We were all pretending that nothing bad had happened yesterday and the fact that I'd run off for four months. This was almost an unspoken agreement between all of us.

"So, I heard you have a dance Thursday at school." Of course Bruce would bring that up as he bandaged my arm.

"Yeah. I don't really want to go that bad."

"How come?"

"I just don't, especially with what's been happening lately."

"I think it'd be good for you."

I scrunched up my nose. I'd never really liked dances that much. I'm not talking formal dances. Oh no, I'm talking more like a party, semi-formal at the most kind of dances. Dances with a DJ and crazy lights and a concession in the hallway. I just never had any reason to go, even when I did, I left within an hour. I got bored.

"I dunno..."

"I heard their having trouble finding a DJ, maybe you could step in?"

That got me excited, music was practically my life. I spent probably way too much time messing with songs. Still, I wasn't fully convinced.

"Maybe, I'm not that great though."

"I think your coming up with any excuse not to go."

"Uh... Yeah, pretty much."

"Give it a chance kiddo."

I really didn't want to. Maybe a small part of me was a bit scared. I'm not really sure, it was like I had a distinct feeling that went negatively against dances. I couldn't say why, I'd never really had a bad experience at one. Or at least, one I could remember. Ever since I'd remembered Deathstroke beating the living crap out of me, I couldn't stop thinking about how I hadn't thought about it before then. Come to think of it, I couldn't find a single memory from when I was 8 until maybe when I was 11.  It seriously freaked me out, I needed to know why. I needed to know what happened to me, even if it was some stupid kid stuff that everyone did. At least I'd have closure.

"I don't know..."

"Think about it, you'd literally be in control of the entire thing. Just by playing and choosing the music." He said compellingly. Among other things, he was also very persuasive.

I hung my head and sighed in defeat.

"Alright, fine. I'll go. Only because they're obviously desperate."

Even though Bruce was a master at hiding his emotions, I could tell he felt victorious. It radiated through the air and I was just about ready to full on Batglare him. But I didn't, I'm a nice person generally, and every time I tried, I'd burst out laughing. It's a hard expression to master, and it sounds really weird but I practiced it in front of my mirror. Now that I think about it, that's probably why I always laughed.

"I'm going to school tomorrow aren't I?"

"Yep."

"Dammit." I swore under my breath. School sucks. It's not that I did badly, I do great actually. But just because I do well, does not, I repeat, NOT, mean I enjoy it.