THE BOOKWORM'S SCHEME - PT 1 It's a beautiful day in Gotham City except for what is about to take place in Ecurb's Fine Jewelry.............The door bell rings repeatedly as though the person outside has very little patience. After four or five lengthy rings; finally the buzzer sounds and grants the visitor entrance. A statuesque blonde haired woman wearing a mink stole and gray pinstriped suit with mini dress enters the establishment with an air of confidence about her that wreaks of wealth. She makes her way to the counter located on the far side of the store with the elegance of a runway model and her high heels make a click clack noise against the fine Italian marble floor. A stylish young lady with shoulder length brown hair, sits behind the counter reading a large book and appears to be paying no attention to the sensual blonde now standing directly in front of her. "Ahem..." the blonde says as she removes her obviously expensive gold framed sunglasses and moves her hair behind one ear. The young lady tilts her head downward to see over her spectacles and looks directly at the woman standing before her, "What can I help you with?" she asks very matter of factly. "My name is Dayna Blackwood, perhaps you've heard of me?" stated the blonde. The young lady behind the counter simply shrugs her shoulders lightly and said, "No." "Sir Reginald Fauntleroy sent me...............The shipping tycoon?" responded Dayna appearing to get frustrated. The brunette stood up and in a monotone voice said, "I'm very sorry. Why didn't you say so sooner?" Dayna responded by letting out a sigh while shaking her head as though she was dealing with an incompetent fool. "Do you have the Canary Diamond?" Asked the counter attendant. Dayna was already digging through her extremely large pocketbook, "Of course!" she exclaimed while rolling her eyes. She continued digging through her bag and began placing items on the mirrored glass counter. First a gilded cigarette case, then a reptile skin purse, followed by a perfume atomizer, and then a golden lighter that matched the cigarette case, finally she said, "Ahhh here it is." As she pulled out a rolled up purple velvet piece of cloth that was tied with a crimson ribbon. She placed it on the counter and began stuffing the other items back into her pocketbook, while the young brunette watched unenthused by the beautiful blonde's antics. After the tall blonde finished cramming everything back into her carryall and zipping it closed, both women looked at each other and then the velvet case. There was an uncomfortable silence when the young saleswoman asked in her bland fashion, "Are you going to open it?" Dana responded by saying, "Yes, after you show me the ring." The young attendant said, "Oh yes of course." As she started walking toward a large safe against the back wall of the establishment. Dayna seductively stroked her long French manicured nail along the velvet case as the as the jeweler opened the safe and pulled out one of the many trays that filled the vault. Once Dayna saw the young girl walking back toward the counter, she began untying the ribbon and rolling out the velvet case. As the girl approached the counter Dayna rolled something out of the lined casing of velvet and stated, "There it is........What do you think?" As the small perfectly shaped Diamond centered brooch was pushed from it's hiding spot within the purple velvet wrapping. "It's exquisite, is it not?..............The Canary Diamond." Dayna quickly followed up. "Now if you don't mind, the ring please." The beautiful blonde stated. The pretty jeweler held out her hands where there were four very unique and very different rings. She then asked her, "Which one is it?" Dayna's face dropped as though she was being insulted and girl said, "If you are the heiress, you will have no problem identifying the correct ring................So again I ask, which one is it?" "Enough of these games!" snapped the blonde. Realizing letting her temper get the best of her was the wrong thing to do right now, she took a deep breath and said, "Hold them closer." The young lady held up both of her hands so Dayna could get a better look at the four rings that adorned her hands. Dayna started looking at the rings from the left to the right the first was dark red in color, obviously a ruby and not the heirloom that she sought. Next was Smokey colored trillion cut gem which was not even remotely close to what Dayna was looking for. Dayna was now looking at the index finger of the girl's left hand, when her face suddenly lit up with a smile. "There it is!" she exclaimed. "Are you 100% sure?" asked the young brunette in her monotone voice as she raised the ring closer for her to see. A look of relief came over Dayna as she cracked a smile and said calmly, "I'm 110% sure that is the one." "Good, then you are the one" said the brunette. "Huh?" Dayna sounded and before she could get another word out, Pssssssssst!!! a tight stream of red gas came spewing forth from the ring right into her face. All Dana could do was blink her eyes a few times and shake her head slightly before succumbing to the effects of the knockout gas. Dayna fell to the floor and for the first time a smug smile came across Abby's face as she said, "You're right that is the ring." Abby calmly walked back over to her seat and leafed through the book she was reading to reveal a communication device of some sort located in the hollowed out tome. The young lass brought the book up to her face and said, "Lady Abigail to Bookworm, Do you read me, am I legible?................I repeat, Lady Abigail to Bookworm, Do you read me?"
THE BOOKWORM'S SCHEME - PT 2
Bruce Wayne looks at his watch and says to Alfred, "It's not like Dayna to be late, she's usually quite punctual." "That is an understatement if I ever heard one." Replied Alfred, "You could set your clock by Miss Blackwood." Bruce paces toward the huge bay window of Stately Wayne Manor and looks toward the sky. "Perhaps someone should pay her a visit?" questions Alfred with the obvious reference that Batman should look into the situation. Bruce turns, faces the elderly butler, and says, "Exactly what I was thinking Alfred.........Please tell Dick to meet me in the Batcave!" Bruce races through the open glass double doors leading to the study. The Batmobile races across Gotham City to the penthouse apartment of Dayna Blackwood located on the Northwest side of Central Gotham Park. Batman & Robin arrive and race in the front doors of the extravagant skyscraper and make their way up to the 69th floor. Ding, dong! the doorbell rings in a very obnoxious manner as the Boy Wonder and Batman look at each other. The dynamic duo wait a few uncomfortable seconds and finally the door opens, and long, dark haired, middle aged Hispanic woman stands there. In a perfect English accent the woman asks, "Batman & Robin pray tell, what could I do for you?" Batman says, "We were informed that Miss Blackwood may have gone missing." "We were hoping you could verify that ma'am," Said Robin. "Oh, my!" the woman exclaimed, "I had no idea!" "Please ma'am, there's no need for alarm we are on the case." Robin confidently said. "We were hoping you might have a copy of Miss Blackwood's itinerary for the day?" Asked Batman. After a couple deep breaths the woman replied, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do......Please come in." After leading the duo into the living room she said, "I'll be right back." The woman made her way to the kitchen and returned a short time later with a typed sheet of paper. She handed the sheet to Batman and said, "Here it is, she types one up every day." Batman looked over the parchment and said "Umhum, I think we have a lead Miss......" "I'm sorry Batman, I'm Esmarelda Miss Blackwood's personal assistant." The petite Latino said. "Do you think you'll be able to find her?" She asked. "I certainly hope so........Robin, to the Batmobile!" The duo got into the suped up car and Robin asked, "What was that all about?" "Very perceptive of you ol' chum....Dayna would never type an itinerary." "Holy querty, Batman why?!" Robin responded. "Very simple Robin. Dayna is an expert calligrapher and despises the very thought of using a typewriter. She wouldn't mind others using a typewriter to take notes for her, but she would never type something herself!" stated Batman. "Batman, I just don't know how you do it." Robin said. "Skills come with time and study ol' chum, one day when you graduate high school, go on to college, and experience more in life you'll be picking up on things just as well as I." Says Batman. "Gee Batman, I hope so," said Robin. Batman went on to say, "Esmarelda is a decoy, and the itinerary is a trap that we will walk right into.........Prepared of course. It says the only thing Dayna has scheduled other than our meeting this morning was a trip to Ecurb's Fine Jewelry." The dynamic duo set off in the Batmobile to see what dastardly scheme is brewing in the jewelry district. Meanwhile, Chief O'Hara makes his way to Gotham National Bank with the weekly department payroll deposit. The chief exits his car and is just about to go through the glass turnstile doors of the bank when he hears a female yell for help. The chief had to make a decision and quick. He looked at the large bag that contained the police department deposit and back over at the busty red head yelling for help. Being the gentleman that he is the chief shook his head at the large bag of money and realized that the young lady had to come first. "Help, please somebody help!" the well built young lady yelled. The chief ran over to the girl who was standing outside the Novel Nematode book store and out of breath asked, "What's the problem young lady?" "A crazy man just robbed the store and ran out the back, please stop him!" She exclaimed. O'Hara entered the store, surveyed the situation and noticed nothing out of place with the exception of the door in the rear of the shop that was left wide open. He pulled out his gun and ran to the back door to see if the perpetrator was still around. After looking both ways down the alley he knew that there was no catching the culprit, at least not now. Chief O'Hara went back into the store, placed his gun back in his holster and asked the shaken beauty, "Everything will be OK young lady, now tell me exactly what happened here?" After regaining her composure and straightening her tear shaped glasses she said, "The man came in yelling about getting some sleep, and threatening me if I didn't help him." What did happened then sweetie?" the chief queried. The young lady said, "I went over here." As she walked to the bookshelves maybe five or so feet away and pulled a large book off the shelf. "I showed him a copy of this very book." She turned around and walked back to the chief. "What's this?" O'Hara asked with outstretched hands. The young girl in the green striped one piece mini dress handed the large book to the police chief. "The Mysteries of Sleep Uncovered." Stated the husky O'Hara as he read the title of the book aloud. "I told him that the book will help him; if he really wants to get some sleep." She said. "Does this malarkey work?" The chief asked with his heavy Irish accent. O'Hara looked down at the tome preparing to open it. "Oh yes." The girl said smugly as the chief proceeded to open book. Pooof!!! The chief was hit in the face with a puff of red sleeping gas emitted from a mechanism hidden within the book. O'Hara lost all feeling in his body and he could barely stand, he knew he was succumbing to the effect of the gas. The beautiful girl removed the book from his grasp and hugged it firmly against her large voluptuous breasts just before the chief dropped to his knees. With a smile still fresh on her face she said to the chief, "Sleep tight, baby." As O'Hara hunched over and landed heavily upon the floor, he was out cold.