Chapter 14

Lamont –

I know in the 1940's you were The Shadow. I realize you quit fighting crime a long time ago, but I have need of your expertise. There is a group of young women and a young man who could benefit from your skills and experience.

I realize money holds little attraction to you, so I am hoping the opportunity to mold and guide a group of girls, to become more than reckless teenagers with power they can not adequately control, will appeal to you. These girls are apparently called 'Slayers'. They fight the dark in forms I had not thought were active in our world.

Housing and all your needs will be provided if you choose to accept this offer. If so please arrange to come to Gotham City, 1324 Bethany Drive. I will know when you arrive.

Rather than a signature there was a sketched form of a bat at the bottom of the page. Lamont raised an eyebrow. Thoughtfully Lamont folded the letter back up, and slowly stood, uncrossing his legs from the lotus position he had been floating in, and walking quietly out of his room went to find the tulku.

~I wonder if the tulku has heard of these slayers~ Lamont paused for a moment then smiled. ~I apparently I am going, as this is the first thing I have been curious about since I lost Margo. I guess it is time to move on~

Walking so silently, not even his clothing rustled, he walked to the audience chamber where the tulku was. A young man lifted up sightless eyes to him as he walked through the door. "I see it is time for you to leave us." It was a statement and not a question a gentle smile on the young face.

Lamont bowed to the tulku "Indeed it is. However I seek your wisdom and knowledge before I leave."

"Please, you know knowledge is best shared." Replied the young man still smiling.

"Have you heard of female girls, called Slayers?"

The smile faded and a slight frown appeared "Slayers? Young women?"

Lamont shrugged. "I believe so."

"There are tales, OLD stories, before we could write of girls to fight the evil citipati who came to drink life from those who lived. They fought and banished most of the citipati in a Nekyia from which they could never return. Then these Slayers were never heard of again. "

The young man shrugged, "That is all I know, the stories are only told occasionally and passed down as tidbits of trivia, they are so old there are no memories of those times."

Lamont nodded puzzled and even more curious. It looked like he was going to Gotham City.

~Montreal Canada~

A good looking woman, appearing to be in her late 40's, sat on the balcony sipping coffee and looking at the beautiful view. Sighing she put down the coffee cup, crossing her arms across her chest. "Bored! I am BORED!" She said out loud, glaring at the view.

"Talking to yourself again Pat?" Came a voice as a man wandered out to the balcony, tea in his hand.

"Yes I am! Who else am I to talk to? You are too involved in your latest case, my shop runs itself, and..." She sighed. "I miss Doc, the adventures, the sense of making a difference."

Ham laughed softly. "I miss him too, and I still think he will just reappear someday with that blasted smile on his face. But until then I plan on getting as much done as I can."

Pat laughed. "Most likely. And it isn't like the rewards of some of the adventures were small." Arching an eyebrow at him. Apparently during one of the adventures with Doc something had happened to all of them, cutting their aging down to half, and keeping them healthy. A nice side benefit, but Pat often wondered if Doc had done it too them himself, not that she was complaining.

"Very true. But in regards to your boredom, I might have a solution for you. This came for you, by special courier this morning." Ham said handing her an envelope.

Pat took it with great interest opening the outer envelope, then frowning a bit as what was inside. "What do you know about Wayne Enterprises?" She asked pulling out a legal size envelope with the Wayne Enterprises logo on it, addressed to her.

"Owned and technically ran by Bruce Wayne, though most of the actual day to day business is managed by highly paid Vice Presidents. He is known to be a bit of a playboy who seems to have no desire to settle down. A good strong company has its hands in a bit of everything, headquartered in Gotham City. Very diverse lots of different branches. Over all a good company." Answered Ham watching her, just as curious as she was.

Pat opened the letter, reading what it said out loud.

Ms. Savage,

I am writing to you in the hopes you might consider filling a position I have available. I am creating a home for young girls who will need training and guidance, similar to that which you utilized during your time with Clark Savage Jr.

I already have on person who understands the needs of these special young women, but I believe a woman's touch would not be amiss. Especially not a woman with your skills. Your own private living quarters and all expenses will be provided, as salary is not an object.

I hope you will consider this offer. If you accept; the address is 1324 Bethany Drive, Gotham City. There will be someone there to meet you. I look forward to actually meeting you.

Sincerely,

Bruce Wayne.

Pat looked at Ham with a small smile. "Is this one of those 'be careful what you wish for' things? The phrase "similar to that which you utilized during your time with Clark Savage" implies a lot, and very little of it boring. I see no reason not to go, but I do wonder if this Bruce Wayne person can handle a 40 year old with 80 years of experience.

Ham laughed. "If nothing else this should take care of your boredom Pat. I doubt you are in any danger though you might get to see the famed Batman while you are in Gotham."

"One can but hope." Replied Pat with a grin as she walked in the apartment to pack.