The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 6

Edited: 8/27/18

Chapter 6

I must have fell asleep on the ride because I wake up on a cold marble table. Seriously this was the closest thing he had to a bed down here? That's sad. Sitting up pain shoots through my side and I take a ragged breath and the pain subsides quickly. "Holy mother of everything, that hurts."

Batman turned from his place at the giant computer in front of him. "You managed to snap one of your ribs." He crosses his arms and stares at me.

I take in my surroundings. It was some sort of cave, rather fitting for someone who called himself Batman. The space is still filled with all sorts of incredible looking technology. I looking back at batman and realizing he wanted something from me. "Uh, What?"

Batman stood and walked closer to me, his voice was meanicing. "You knew how to defuse the bomb, and you found it with almost no trouble." Suddenly I wasn't liking where this was heading. "How did you know?" HIs voice was low and heavy.

My blood runs cold but I keep from moving or acting nervous. I respond in a tired voice. "I'm a detective in Gotham Batman, we all know more than we should. It wasn't hard to guess Wayne Towers weakest spot was underground, I just went down until I head beeping. As for defusing the bomb? It became clear pretty quickly that in Gotham I have to be able to defuse a bomb because the bad guys don't wait for the bomb squad."

He looks barely satisfied by the answer but backs off a little bit. I wasn't surprised. It was a rather hastily put together lie. As he turns to walk back he calls out another surprising question. "Then you'll be able to explain why all three of your broken ribs have already healed and left nothing but bruises."

I feel about ready to punch him in the face. I suppose Gordon didn't jokingly call him Sherlock Holmes for nothing. He was getting to be a little too close to all my secrets. I suppose I couldn't lie myself out of this one.

I sigh. "That would be because I'm a meta." I twirl a strand of my hair, voice soft and almost fearful. I really had hoped I would have been able to leave this all behind but I guess I should have known better. "I come from a long lineage. I'm able to heal myself through extended periods of sleeping, my cells regenerate faster on their own. In rare desperate occasions I'm able to rapidly heal minor injuries to others, but it's only happened a few times and I'm very tired after."

It wasn't all completely true but I wasn't about to tell him I used to able to heal people near death, it would take a toll on my body afterwards but it was nothing a few days of sleep couldn't fix.

I know, I know. I should be using it to save people, but I've just about had it with people trying to take advantage of my ability. The fact of the matter is in this world, I'd be used as a tool or be taken and experimented on. Neither of those were options I looked fondly upon.

Batman doesn't say anything but silently begins typing things, the screen is too far for me to see and my body protests at just the thought of getting up. Man my powers must be really bent out of shape for my body to be this tired.

Minutes tick by and I become more and more drowsy with each passing second.

"Your an interesting character." Batman comments. It dawns on me he's probably being more lenient with me that I would expect, but the sleep is calling and I can hardly stay awake long enough to get comfortable and whisper to Batman.

"Goodnight." He lets out a snort in amusement.

"It's morning." His words barely register as I fall into darkness.