Date: May 7, 2001

Time: 18:24pm (8:24pm)

Case #00-0008

 

                Days—hours, minutes. Do you know how LONG it’s been since I’ve even TALKED to Kara??? Okay—is it all right to say that I am OFFICALLY going to go out of my mind??! We’ve NEVER been separated THIS long! If this goes on ANY longer—I think I might have to book a flight and get down to Smallville. Maybe then she’ll actually TALK to me.. I just… hope she doesn’t fly away after finding out I’m actually there. But then again, Kara wouldn’t DO that—or WOULD she? That was always one of her favorite pastimes, I know it still probably is, well—besides the comic book s and video games. Though she’s not really ALLOWED to fly around during the middle of the day, her Ma and Pa, NOT to mention Clark, are a little restrictive to that essence.

 

 

                Maybe I can get a hold of Clark again, maybe there’s a SLIGHT chance where he get a chance to TALK to Kara, tell her that I’ve…been trying to get a hold of her. I don’t know how long I can like with this. I have to talk to her, tell her how sorry I am about all of this. Maybe… tomorrow I’ll have a little bit better luck. Maybe it’s… time she needs?? Yeah—if she needs TIME, I think I might be able to give that to her. I mean, we all need our time to cope with things, don’t we??

 

                Today was probably one of the slowest days I’ve had in a LONG while. Work seemed a little bit longer than normal, though I pretty much kept my mind focused on that and the day just seemed to… fly by. Wally came later in the day, he picked me up and the two of us walked hoe. He kept insisting on showing me this trick he learned a day before. Not expecting anything, I told him “sure.” Maybe that was a bad idea.

 

You remember that time I told you about the time he blew a hole in my glass table?? Well, THIS certain experiment that he performed didn’t exactly DAMAGE anything, but there was definitely a MESS that had to be cleaned up afterward. He combined cornstarch, olive oil, and a few other chemicals and made this green….slime. I guess, when exposed to a fresh source of air it appears to “grow.” This slime that he created found it’s way to my table, my NEW table, and started to grow from there. It really started to get out of hand after seeing that the green goop covered the entire table and started dripping onto the floor. OOOH the MESS that was left!! My carpet NOW has CAKED goop in it! But yeah—that’s exactly what I’m going to have to do. Being Wally’s… girlfriend DOES have it’s advantages- I seem to get that love and respect I’ve never really HAD before, but the only down side about it is the destruction that comes along with it. Maybe I should get home insurance?

 

                “Why is your Darling Wally LIKE this,” you ask? That question is definitely an easy one to answer! Wally’s a chemist. He does scientific research and experiments for a living. He’s… VERY talented, that’s one thing I will NOT deny—but his METHODS of performing these experiments?? They’re just a little unpredictable as well as a tad bit messy. Other than his job, Wally’s a… full time superhero. I have absolutely nothing against that—in fact I think it’s a WONDERful idea! He’s… really dedicated to both lines of work, and that I truly envy.

 

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                Another day: that includes another night. There’s NO way I’m waiting around this evening—it’s a WONDERFUL night out, and I think I could use a bit of fresh air. Roof hopping might get my blood flowing again. But—I’ll make sure I have my phone on me. One never knows—Kara could call. Couldn’t she? Well, if not, the plane reservations are all ready made and I’ll be headed out there early Wednesday morning. Let’s just cross our fingers and hope all goes well. I just wonder if she realizes how sorry I am about all of this, wonder if she knows I’ve made a truly VITAL mistake. I just… want to be able to have some near me that I can… talk to. This MAY be a big city, but there aren’t too many people I can talk to openly about things. The only one I seem to have that bond with is Kara. Sure Tim, Bruce, Dick, Wally, and the rest of them are great. But there are just some things that THEY don’t know about and well…. Kara does. Some things you just feel more comfortable talking to another girl about, ya know??

 

                Well, it’s starting to get late and I better get out there and see what needs to be done. Oh—and get THIS: Last night—I ran into good ol’ Batboy on my nightly patrols. He was wondering what I was doing out and I told him “Gotta do my job.” Well, this didn’t go over all too well with him. Apparently he’s a little MAD about the stab wound and has now “grounded” me from being Batgirl. “You don’t need to be running around with the costume on if you can’t do your job. Part of it is to use your senses and apparently YOU don’t have them. You’re out. Go home.” Ha! Like *I* ever listen. He told me if he caught me out again there would be “severe consequences.” Well—let’s see where THIS will be going, hmm? Sheeyeeah riiight! Like I’m scared—

 

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