The Moon is Made of Green Cheese

Chapter 7

A/N:Sorry for the late update guys, school just started!

Chapter 7

I wake up on my bed, yawning and stretching. I groan, body feeling groggy and heavy. What time was it, and how long was I out? I was known to sleep for days when I was heavily injured. Afterwards my body would take about a day to get back to its normal shape.

I look over at my phone and see five missed calls from Gordon. It was only 7 am....... but it was Thursday. Had I seriously slept for two full days? Crap. How the hell was I going to explain this to Gordon? To his knowledge I hadn't even come in Monday morning so I hadn't been heard from in four days, and that was only if he somehow managed to figure out I had gone out with Bruce on Sunday.

I pick up my phone and select Gordon, putting him on speaker as I made my way to the bathroom to get ready. It begins to dial.

"Heather?!" Gordon's voice is filled with worry, fear, and ... regret?

"Hey Gordon, sorry to fall off the face of the earth." I rub my eyes, turning on the light.

"Well this wouldn't be the first time." He grumbles. "Heather I thought you promised to stop doing this." Let's just say in the first two years of my moving to Gotham things hadn't exactly been smooth. I was an officer who always seemed to know a lot about the inner workings of Gotham's crime bosses and after a major operation, in which I usually was hurt, I disappeared for a few days. To heal, but he didn't know that.

"I know Gordon." He'd been looking out for me since the very beginning. He was part of the reason I was still on the force, and still alive. No one in Gotham's crime web liked me too much, I was much more than a thorn in their side. No I knew how to get down and play dirty just like the rest of them, and I was more than willing to risk my life to get the information I needed.

There's a silence, and while I didn't do anything, I could feel the disappointment in the air. It hurt. Stupid bomb, just had to be in the worst spot.

"Well at least tell me you got something good." His voice is weary and the guilt of lying hits me in the gut.

I stop and think about what information I could offer. The only thing at this point I had was the information on "The Bard" from george Fenway's file, which I had forgotten to give to Batman. Man nothing is going my way today.

"I'm fairly certain I just scored a personal favor from Batman." It was all I could think of, okay? I'm not even to certain why Batman was looking into George Fenway so I'll stay out of it for now.

"Seriously? How the hell did you manage that?"

"Well I ran into him on Monday-" I heard Gordon mutter something about no one just running into Batman but ignore it. "I took care of the bomb in Wayne tower while he handled the hostage situation in side the office."

"Heather when did you learn how to deactivate a bomb?"

"I took classes...."

"You took basic courses, which I made you take, and you failed all the tests."

I did. I failed them all. I was proud of myself too, I was not going to take year long classes on things I already learned how to do. I hadn't gone to school before, cheese would mutate into tomatoes before I did went now.

"I picked it up from .... Before." That's what we called it. But I'm know Gordon thinks I was born and raised in Gotham, and I just let him believe whatever he comes up with, because that would probably be easier than the truth.

We'll just let him think I was forced into that lifestyle, and that I grew up poor, on the streets, being abused. It is a rather good cover story. No matter how much it hurt to lie to the man that was basically a second older brother to me.

It goes silent again and I can almost hear him thinking.

"I don't know what you're hiding Heather, but hopefully one day you can trust me." I knew me steering the conversation wouldn't work, but at least he's letting me off the hook. For now. I just stare into the mirror before looking back at the phone.

"I'll see you at work Gordon."

He sighs. "I'll be waiting."