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Warp Speed to a Better Future

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So this summer didn’t exactly turn out the way it was supposed to.

I was supposed to relax at home, maybe take a job, go to writing camp sometime in July but every year I always forgot about the Trips. The Trips were something my mom arranged for our family to do during the summer so we could “stop staying at home and get a change of scenery”. Usually the Trips will have some small traveling before, but it’s mostly composed of road traveling and sleeping in old friends’ houses for a couple days before moving on.

That means long hours, together in a small car, with minimal access to hygiene equipment, food, and bathrooms. But, over the years, we’ve adapted so there aren’t any problems. Older siblings sit in the back, with headphones in of course, and the littles sit in the middle with their mini DVD players on full volume. Dad usually drives, he gets carsick unless he’s passed out from exhaustion, and Mom sometimes forgets to give us the anti nausea meds before she turns on the audiobooks.

I have grown to like it, but I will never admit that to my mom, who likes to laugh when she knows I like something but are too proud to say, so it caught me off guard when she announced that this years Trip is cancelled.

“Quit your yapping! I’m not done yet!” She barked. We quieted immediately.

“As I was saying, the Trip is cancelled because I found something that could change our entire lives. I’m…adopted… and about a year ago, I found my brother. We reconnected, and he has offered to let us stay with him and have our Trip in the East Coast.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” I held up my hands. “You’re adopted? You found that a year ago, found my lost uncle and didn’t tell me? Mom!”

Cami snapped, “Yes Grace, we’ve established that,, keep up dummy.”

“Banana Bread!”

Mom massaged that little space between her eyes. “I wanted to keep it a surprise, but in hindsight this is probably gonna be an anxiety issue for you and Sydney, so I’m telling you now, two weeks before we need to pack. Müllers, dismissed, I need to talk with Dad.”

I pushed my chair away from the dining room table, racing against my siblings to get upstairs first. Suddenly, I think of something. I turn back around, nearly trampling my youngest brother and yell, “Who’s the uncle then?”

A moment of silence, a weighing of pros and cons of telling me privately or out loud. Then,

“It’s Bruce Wayne.”