Child of the Dark Knite
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DC Verse Cartoons › Batman Beyond
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,889
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Batman Beyond, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
History Revealed
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to the Batman. Jennefer and Lissa are mine however.
Authors Notes: Full Disclaimer at the begining of the first chapter.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
Email: jemstone5
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
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Chapter 2 History Revealed
She opened her eyes to find a young man in a white shirt looking over her. "She's coming around now, sir," he stepped back, packing away medical instruments, as an old grizzled man with a cane stepped into view. "We'll get her to the hospital." A paramedic, great, that's all she needed.
"No," she gasped,
"Nonsense," said the old man, the dog standing by him. "You need help."
She tried to reach for her purse, only her fingers wouldn't listen tr brr brain. "My purse, medication. They're supposed to help, but I guess they need a bit longer to kick in." The medic reached into her bag and took out the three jars.
"These are pretty strong," he said.
"Only thing that works. My doctor, in L.A., Dr. Fitzroy, call him."
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Go on. Terry, take these gentlemen to the kitchen. It's more private, as well as close." He watched the men go, then turned back to the girl on his sofa. The dog had gone to her, and was currently enjoying a good ear scratch. About the only movement she could manage to get her hands to do.
"Sorry I yelled at you fella," she said, as the dog leaned into her hand for more of a scratch. "It just hurt so much."
"You should go to the hospital," he said.
"I can't, I haven't much time."
He sat down in the chair that Terry had brought earlier. "So, tell me what it is you could learn from me, that could save you."
"My mother told me to find you, that you may know, that's if you were still alive." She turned slightly, unable to sit up because of the pain in her head, her hands finally responding to the messages her brain sent them.
"Coster, I don't recognize the name."
"No, you may not know my mother very well either. Her maiden name was Westler. Jennifer Westler."
He knew the name; he could never forget details like that. But Jennifer Westler was a name that filled him with foemoremories. No wonder this girl looked familiar. She had the same dark shade of brown hair as her mother, the smooth skin, the light green eyes, and oval face. She looked a lot like her mother. Oh how he remembered her. "Start at the beginning," he said, and sat back. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
GOTHAM INN Feb. 2001
Jennifer Westler, a Gotham University freshman, lay over her books across her bed asleep. Dreaming that Osmosis was possible with humans, and that the knowledge contained in the books would just seep into her brain as she slept. But the reality was, that she was waking up to noises on her roof. In a way she was glad of it, she had the corner of her Human Physiology book embedding itself into her cheek. "Who the hell?" she asked, turning again to the ceiling. "Those Dam kids," she slipped her boots on and threw on her housecoat. "I thought dad locked that door." Her father slept heavy, and her mother was under a doctor's care for insomnia, and took some pretty powerful sedatives. She doubted she'd wake if she were put in front of a freight train.
She opened the roof access door, still needing to unlock it, and stepped out onto the snow-covered surface. A few weeks prior, she'd had her birthday party on the roof. Most of the snow was piled in banks around the edges of the roof, so there was no snow that she had to trudge through. The noise came again, from her left. She recognized the man, even though his back was to her, his patented Hell's jacket emblem glared back at her in the moonlight. She was about to call out to him, when she saw the gun. 'Jerry Rodling carries a gun! And he's gona shoot someone! NO!' She picked up a stray board, used to support the barbeque for her party, raised it above her head and brought it down hard, breaking it, over the gunman's skull. She then looked to whom he was going to shoot. "Batman!"
The dark knight looked up, "Who are you?" he asked, seeing the gunman lying beside her.
"Jennifer Westler. I'm a friend. Are you alright?" She dropped the remains of the board, and helped him to rise. That's when she saw it. Blood on the snow. "You're hurt."
"Stabbed," he gasped, "left side."
"Hang on, let me look. Lift your shirt." The wound was deep and long, but it looked like the blade, having been removed, had missed all major organs, and she told him such. "Keep pressure on it. I'm going to get my stitch kit."
"No, it's alright."
"Are you kidding, you'll bleed to death if you aren't stitched up. Now stay put. I'll expect you to be here when I get back."
He gave her a half smile, such a pretty girl, and yet so forceful. "Alright. I'll stay," he said, and watched her return into the building. A few minutes past, and she came back up. Warm wet cloths, antiseptic liquid, and sewing kit. He raised a quizzical brow beneath his cowl. 'A seamstress's sewing kit?'
"I couldn't find my stitch kit, so this will have to do. Here, wipe your hands." She put pressure on his wound as she cleaned the blood from around it. "You'll need to lie back a bit, if you want me to do this right."
"Should I leave you two alone?" asked a bright young boy's voice.
"Robin," groaned the Bat, as the boy hopped over the top of the snow bank.
"Oh geese, Bats, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurt. Is he gona be ok?"
"He'll be fine. Just needs stitches. Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" The boy couldn't have been more than 10 years old.
"Hey, I get my sleep. Ouch," He spotted Jerry on the roof, face down. "What happened to him?"
"He suddenly got a splitting headache," she said turning back to Batman's wound. "This is gona sting. Big time."
"Do it." He tensed, rigidly, as she poured the alcohol over the wound, then her hands, and needle & thread. Then with nimble fingers and practiced movements, she ran a series of surgical stitches up the wound, closing off the flow of blood. "You know surgical knots?" he asked, watching her swift movts, ts, wincing only when she passed the needle through his flesh.
"Yeah. My folks are supporting me though pre-med, at GU. They also run this Inn. The top floor is our place. You two were fighting right on my ceiling, that's what made me come up."
"Sorry, sometimes it isn't easy to fight quietly."
"Ah, hate to bug you, but ole gruesome here is coming around," said Robin. Jennifer strode over and used her hose coat belt to tie Jerry's hands to one of his legs. She then returned to Batman, as he secured a bandage over his wound. "I could have done that," said the boy.
"Yeah, well it wouldn't have been as much fun for me though. That guy has been after me for a date for years. I never knew how much a jerk he was, till I saw him with that gun."
"Gun!!"
Batman straightened his suite, then pulled the man to his feet, or foot as it was. "Don't worry about him any more. You won't be seeing him for 10 to 20 years."
"Batman! He had a gun?"
"Under him," said Batman. Young Robin picked up the Glock and slid it into an evidence bag. "We have to go."
"Take care, come back any time." She watched them drop out of sight into the alley, and as she turned to go back inside, she saw something in the snow.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to the Batman. Jennefer and Lissa are mine however.
Authors Notes: Full Disclaimer at the begining of the first chapter.
Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)
Email: jemstone5
Feedback: Please, yes lots.
Forward to others: would be flattered if you did.
==========================================================
Chapter 2 History Revealed
She opened her eyes to find a young man in a white shirt looking over her. "She's coming around now, sir," he stepped back, packing away medical instruments, as an old grizzled man with a cane stepped into view. "We'll get her to the hospital." A paramedic, great, that's all she needed.
"No," she gasped,
"Nonsense," said the old man, the dog standing by him. "You need help."
She tried to reach for her purse, only her fingers wouldn't listen tr brr brain. "My purse, medication. They're supposed to help, but I guess they need a bit longer to kick in." The medic reached into her bag and took out the three jars.
"These are pretty strong," he said.
"Only thing that works. My doctor, in L.A., Dr. Fitzroy, call him."
"Mr. Wayne?"
"Go on. Terry, take these gentlemen to the kitchen. It's more private, as well as close." He watched the men go, then turned back to the girl on his sofa. The dog had gone to her, and was currently enjoying a good ear scratch. About the only movement she could manage to get her hands to do.
"Sorry I yelled at you fella," she said, as the dog leaned into her hand for more of a scratch. "It just hurt so much."
"You should go to the hospital," he said.
"I can't, I haven't much time."
He sat down in the chair that Terry had brought earlier. "So, tell me what it is you could learn from me, that could save you."
"My mother told me to find you, that you may know, that's if you were still alive." She turned slightly, unable to sit up because of the pain in her head, her hands finally responding to the messages her brain sent them.
"Coster, I don't recognize the name."
"No, you may not know my mother very well either. Her maiden name was Westler. Jennifer Westler."
He knew the name; he could never forget details like that. But Jennifer Westler was a name that filled him with foemoremories. No wonder this girl looked familiar. She had the same dark shade of brown hair as her mother, the smooth skin, the light green eyes, and oval face. She looked a lot like her mother. Oh how he remembered her. "Start at the beginning," he said, and sat back. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
GOTHAM INN Feb. 2001
Jennifer Westler, a Gotham University freshman, lay over her books across her bed asleep. Dreaming that Osmosis was possible with humans, and that the knowledge contained in the books would just seep into her brain as she slept. But the reality was, that she was waking up to noises on her roof. In a way she was glad of it, she had the corner of her Human Physiology book embedding itself into her cheek. "Who the hell?" she asked, turning again to the ceiling. "Those Dam kids," she slipped her boots on and threw on her housecoat. "I thought dad locked that door." Her father slept heavy, and her mother was under a doctor's care for insomnia, and took some pretty powerful sedatives. She doubted she'd wake if she were put in front of a freight train.
She opened the roof access door, still needing to unlock it, and stepped out onto the snow-covered surface. A few weeks prior, she'd had her birthday party on the roof. Most of the snow was piled in banks around the edges of the roof, so there was no snow that she had to trudge through. The noise came again, from her left. She recognized the man, even though his back was to her, his patented Hell's jacket emblem glared back at her in the moonlight. She was about to call out to him, when she saw the gun. 'Jerry Rodling carries a gun! And he's gona shoot someone! NO!' She picked up a stray board, used to support the barbeque for her party, raised it above her head and brought it down hard, breaking it, over the gunman's skull. She then looked to whom he was going to shoot. "Batman!"
The dark knight looked up, "Who are you?" he asked, seeing the gunman lying beside her.
"Jennifer Westler. I'm a friend. Are you alright?" She dropped the remains of the board, and helped him to rise. That's when she saw it. Blood on the snow. "You're hurt."
"Stabbed," he gasped, "left side."
"Hang on, let me look. Lift your shirt." The wound was deep and long, but it looked like the blade, having been removed, had missed all major organs, and she told him such. "Keep pressure on it. I'm going to get my stitch kit."
"No, it's alright."
"Are you kidding, you'll bleed to death if you aren't stitched up. Now stay put. I'll expect you to be here when I get back."
He gave her a half smile, such a pretty girl, and yet so forceful. "Alright. I'll stay," he said, and watched her return into the building. A few minutes past, and she came back up. Warm wet cloths, antiseptic liquid, and sewing kit. He raised a quizzical brow beneath his cowl. 'A seamstress's sewing kit?'
"I couldn't find my stitch kit, so this will have to do. Here, wipe your hands." She put pressure on his wound as she cleaned the blood from around it. "You'll need to lie back a bit, if you want me to do this right."
"Should I leave you two alone?" asked a bright young boy's voice.
"Robin," groaned the Bat, as the boy hopped over the top of the snow bank.
"Oh geese, Bats, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurt. Is he gona be ok?"
"He'll be fine. Just needs stitches. Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" The boy couldn't have been more than 10 years old.
"Hey, I get my sleep. Ouch," He spotted Jerry on the roof, face down. "What happened to him?"
"He suddenly got a splitting headache," she said turning back to Batman's wound. "This is gona sting. Big time."
"Do it." He tensed, rigidly, as she poured the alcohol over the wound, then her hands, and needle & thread. Then with nimble fingers and practiced movements, she ran a series of surgical stitches up the wound, closing off the flow of blood. "You know surgical knots?" he asked, watching her swift movts, ts, wincing only when she passed the needle through his flesh.
"Yeah. My folks are supporting me though pre-med, at GU. They also run this Inn. The top floor is our place. You two were fighting right on my ceiling, that's what made me come up."
"Sorry, sometimes it isn't easy to fight quietly."
"Ah, hate to bug you, but ole gruesome here is coming around," said Robin. Jennifer strode over and used her hose coat belt to tie Jerry's hands to one of his legs. She then returned to Batman, as he secured a bandage over his wound. "I could have done that," said the boy.
"Yeah, well it wouldn't have been as much fun for me though. That guy has been after me for a date for years. I never knew how much a jerk he was, till I saw him with that gun."
"Gun!!"
Batman straightened his suite, then pulled the man to his feet, or foot as it was. "Don't worry about him any more. You won't be seeing him for 10 to 20 years."
"Batman! He had a gun?"
"Under him," said Batman. Young Robin picked up the Glock and slid it into an evidence bag. "We have to go."
"Take care, come back any time." She watched them drop out of sight into the alley, and as she turned to go back inside, she saw something in the snow.