Batman Porn Story: What if Chapter 1

So this is my first story…I wrote it like a bajillion years ago…so I dunno…reveiw if you want..flames no flames whatever just want some feedback!

Summary:

When Diana faints due to an illness she got after a mission, will Martin finally act mature and help figure out whats going on with his sister?

A young girl about 16 years of age, with long flowing brown hair absently walked down the hallways. Diana Lombard slowly, but surely, trudged her feet back to her dorm in Torrington Academy. Lately, she’s been feeling, a little out of it. Some dizzy spells, nausea, fever, etc. But today it seems to have gotten worse. She can barely walk! So she continued praying her feet would keep moving.

“Maybe, I should just lie down. Yeah that will work.” Diana always wanted to think this would work but she was lying. She already tried that. For the past 2 weeks. She would wake up and rush to the bathroom to throw up. She hated it! Afterwards, shed lay her head on the cold tile floor for the rest of the morning then eventually get up for her classes.

As Diana was walking she saw Martin. Yes, Martin the obnoxious and over-egotistical brother. The guy who always gets back up on his feet no matter what. The guy who can handle anything! The guy Diana always was thought to be considered her hero. He can do anything! She was always getting hurt in their “missions”. Always getting captured, over-taken, Mind controlled. And he ALWAYS saved her. Her brother is always there but its not vice versa.

“Hey D, I didn’t know your feet were THAT fascinating!” Martin laughed loudly then stopped to look at Diana. “Hey Diana, I always thought that girls needed their beauty sleep? Well looks like you need it now! Ha! Martin started hollering with laughter but stopped when he noticed his sister spacing out. Hey Diana? Yoo-Hoo?!?! Anybody there?! Martin tapped Dianas shoulder and she just turned around and shook her head.

“Huh? Oh hey Martin. I was just thinking.” Diana just wanted to go and lay down forever. She felt horrible and is incredibly happy that her legs haven’t given out yet. She wanted everything to be ok with her. She wanted to smile and be alright.

“Diana.” Martin just looked at her. He knew something has been going on. His sister was always that one who always was hard at work and always had a nose in a book. But lately, she’s been slowing down, baggy eyes from not enough sleep, and really pale. Hasn’t had a concussion from her hitting him upside the head WITH the book!

Hey sis, if something is wrong with you-. Martin stopped when he saw his sisters face. Her eyebrows squinted down her face growing red with anger. Then the worst came when she yelled.

“I’M FINE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!! I KNOW IM NOT AS KEPT-TOGETHER AS THE AMAZING MARTIN BUT AT LEAST LET ME DEAL ON MY OWN!!!!!” Diana started to get really dizzy and closed her eyes tightly, tears threatening to fall down her face. Martin’s face fell and looked at his once brave sister. The sister who always rolled her eyes whenever he said something stupid, the one who took care of him in the hospital when he got sick and wanted to leave. She always had that do-gooder attitude. Now, she looked so frail, like a little girl who lost her parent’s in a convenience store.

“C’mon Di, Ill take you to your room.” Martin put his arm around her shoulder’s and put her books in his book bag all the while helping her walk, glaring at everyone who was staring at two siblings.

As they continued walking Diana put her arms around Martin’s waist and held on tightly afraid to let him go. Martin looked down and a smile graced his lips. He squeezed her shoulders and continued walking back. He always thought of Diana as the person who always thought of everyone but herself, but right now, she needs him more than ever.

When they both got to Diana’s room, Martin turned to look at his distressed sister. Her arms that encircled his waist looked smaller and fragile, with one simple touch they would shatter into a million pieces. Her eyes looked dark; like someone had taken her very soul from her she had large circles under and looked like she hasn’t slept in a year! In fact, her very body looked so tiny, that she could fit into a jar and STILL have space to sleep in. She looked so helpless to him and Martin was in distraught. He couldn’t help her if she didn’t tell him what was going on in the first place. He needed to find out. His sister meant everything to him. He wanted her to be ok. To be snobby, brainy, and over-dramatic on everything. To hit him over the head a million times, and say sorry.

“Diana, you should lay down. I’ll get you some medicine and a washcloth ok?” Martin led his sister to her bed and she sat there. Sat there, like someone who didn’t feel like living in the first place. Yes, Diana felt like dying. She wanted to with the way her body as been slowly giving up on her. She was fine for a while, but the last mission they went on, she’s been feeling sick ever since. She kept on replaying the mission in her head over and over again. They had this weird-o creepy skeleton guy who over-took peoples minds after them. Diana, of course, got kidnapped and taken hostage. All she remembers is that creep take her into a cage and throw her against a wall. She tried to ask Martin about it, but he doesnt seem to remember either. As Diana took a look at her bathroom door, she had tears rolling down her face and before she knew it, she was on the ground, sobbing with all of her heart.

As Diana lay on the floor sobbing quietly praying she wish she was stronger, her brother was in the bathroom getting a warm washcloth and some Advil all the while his mind swarming with thoughts of his own. How did this happen? Diana is always the one whos strong. Heh, she always has to hit me but lately, shes been in her room, keeping to herself. WHY WONT SHE TELL ME WHATS WRONG?!!? . Martin silently sat down on the toilet with his hands covering his face. He thought back to the first time the two of them met. Diana was over-polite while Martin was rude and obnoxious. He put gum in her hair and she had to get almost all of it cut off. When she did though, she looked beautiful to his eyes even, when she pushed him down over the slide; then, broke his arm when she pushed him over.

Meanwhile, Diana started to breathe unevenly and tried to get up from her cold wooden floor. Martin…I need you. Diana finally got up and started to walk with great difficulty to her bathroom. When she opened the door she found Martin on the toilet with his face buried in his hands. As she started to walk towards him, Martin looked up and jumped up from his seat.

“DIANA! What’s wrong? Why are you, crying!” Martin started freaking out with questions but then, Diana fell against his chest in heart-wrenching sobs. “Diana…” Martin encircled his arms around her and came to a conclusion that she hasn’t been eating well because he felt that if he would hold onto her too tightly, she would break. Martin wiped the tears off her face and continued to look at her, determining to know what’s been going on with her. “Di, come on tell me what’s wrong. What’s going on?” As soon as those words left his mouth, Diana whispered something.

“Everything…” When Diana said those words, she fell against Martin’s chest, unmoving, with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Martin sat in the waiting room, hands covering his face in the Torrington Hospital, just a few miles from the Academy. When Diana collapsed he immediately called 911. Everyone was crowded around them both; the whole school to be precise. He remembered seeing Java, Jenny, and Arnold with sad and distressed looks on their faces. Jenny had her mouth covered with tears running down her face. While Arnold and Java The worst thing that he could possibly see in his life was his sister, with an oxygen mask, not moving, eyes closed, being loaded into a screaming ambulance. Martin called Billy who immediately rushed to get M.O.M. So here he is now, sitting, and waiting; hoping that everything is going to be better.

Martin. Martin looked up and craned his head around and saw M.O.M. Billy and Java walking at a fast walk towards him.

Martin recoiled what was left of his useless body and stood up. For a while it seemed; they all stared lifeless into one another, until M.O.M. cleared her throat.

Whats the update on Diana? M.O.M. always was the one who wanted to get things down to business. She had that tough demeanor get-out-of-my-way kind of look plastered on her face all the time. But as soon as she got that call about Diana, everything seemed to go in slow motion for her. Breath caught in throat, eyes wide with realization, all the while thinking that it was a mistake.

All I know for right now is that shes unconscious and her heart rate is slower than what it should be but other than that, I have no clue! Martin looked back down the halls of the ICU and glared at the doctors running back and fourth.

They should know whats wrong!! Martin clenched his fists. I hate this, I hate this so much! Martin sat down with his hands covering his face and head hung low. He wanted to wake up and have Diana threaten him a million times. He wanted to insult her and have a grudge match with her! He wished his sister was ok. He felt so, indifferent.

Well, she wont get better with you whining and complaining about it Mr. Mystery. Martin looked up and saw M.O.M. with a look that said Shut up and do something.

Martin sighed and looked down once again.

I guess youre right. Martin got up from his seat as he saw the doctor walking towards the gang.

Are you the sibling of Diana Lombard? Martin looked at the doctors name tag which read Dr. Leonard.

Yes, Im Martin Mystery. Diana is my step-sister. Martin anxiously awaited the doctors answer praying that it was something not life-threatening.

Well Diana has a very strange and unknown illness developing through her blood stream and in cerebellum. We have our team of highly-trained doctors and physicians from the state discovering what this illness is.Martin held in a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“So what the hell does that mean DOCTOR?” Martin carefully cut out the sarcasm and unclenched his fists as Dr. Leonard clearly let out a deep sigh.

“Diana has only 2 months left to live.”

I thought it was a good way to end a shitty story haha…Review por favoorrrr