“Come on ladies!” Coach Heach yelled at the Cross Country team at Gotham Academy, “Windwood hasn’t been running in about 4 years, and she’s still better than you!”
That was kind of true. I was running about 20 yards ahead of their fastest girl, and she looked like she was going to pass out. At least, that’s what I saw from looking out of the corner of my eye.
I chuckled to myself about how she looked. Her face was so red, and I wasn’t even getting tired yet. Heck, I wasn’t even running! I was simply jogging.
If Gotham’s fastest girl, (Her name was Miranda) was undefeated, then everyone else has got to be really slow.
“Ladies, stop at the fence, we have another special guest with us!” Heach bellowed. I ran to the fence and stopped. Tim was standing there in his running gear.
“ ‘Sup?” I said, while getting a drink of water. I got a phone call from him earlier. He asked if I would be running with the girls today. Of course, I said yes, and he decided to come meet me there.
“Their fastest girl is like 20 yards behind you,” Time acknowledged, “Is she that slow?”
“I might just be that fast.” I replied. He cracked a smile, something I haven’t seen in a while.
“So, how’s everyone doing?” I asked. The smile faded a little.
“They’re worried, been yelling at each other a lot. Screaming, shouting, I haven’t had a clear head in 6 months!” He complained. I had to smile a little. He hasn’t changed at all, I thought, Not in the last 4 years.
“Ladies, this young man is the one and only Tim Drake. We’ll going to have a little competition. Windwood and Drake are going to be a team, and you girls are going to partner up and try to beat them. They’ll get a 10 second head start. This competition will start in 3 minutes.” Heach said.
“This is going to be fun.” Tim said.
“They’re just girls.” I stated.
“You say that like you’re not one.” He replied. I laughed.
“I am one, I’m just….Better.” I told him.
“More awesome.” He guessed.
“More...Dramatic.” I shot back.
“Are you talking about you or Jase?” Tim questioned.
“I was talking about Damian.” I sassed. He laughed.
“You’ve got that nailed.” He stated. I flipped my hair.
“Yes, yes I do.” I grinned.
“Okay, the competition is going to begin!” Heach said, “Windwood and Drake go on ahead! You get a 10 second head start!” Tim and I started running, but at a comfortable pace.
Tim talked to me about Stephanie Brown, and how she became Batgirl. He told me Barb was fine, and that Cass was still Black Bat, but she was searching for Bruce.
Tim said that Jase and Steph were fighting back and forth, and that Damian was just sitting on the couch, hoping for some good news. Tim told me that Dick took on the role of Bats until we find Bruce.
Yeah, I said ‘we’. I may have gotten shot in the foot, and I may have stopped being Nightbat, but that’s not going to stop me from finding Bruce.
Well, back to the running part, nobody passed us up (We weren’t even trying), and we went to Tim’s/Damian’s/Bruce’s/Dick’s/Jase’s/Alfred’s Place.
I walked into the place and I heard somebody shout “Emma!” and got tackled by 3 figures.
One of the was Damian, the other was Jase. The last one was Dick.
“Geez! Let me walk through the door!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry!” The chimed and got off of me. I saw a blonde girl standing in the corner, arms crossed, and muttering to herself. Jason saw who I was looking at and said, “Steph, this is Emma. Emma, Steph.” Steph looked at me and smiled weakly. She hadn’t been getting any sleep lately.
“I heard you got shot in the foot, for the sake of a mission.” I nodded.
“And I succeeded. As you probably know, smart blondes don’t fail.” I said.
“That motto is so old.” Dick said.
“Right, because I totally care.” I sassed. It was good to be with my old friends again. There was just one person missing. Actually two: The person who always brought me cookies and milk, and the person who never smiles.