Post by primepower53 on Jul 9, 2011 11:46:23 GMT -5
Part One: Instilling Fear:
Bruce Wayne walked the streets he had never walked before. His parents drove six blocks out of their way to avoid this area. He tells himself he's doing it for his parents. It's what...they would want, he tells himself. He doesn't want to sweat too much, or his makeup and scar will wash off. He ignores all of them. The whores, the junkies, all of them. He walks straight into the bar. Flashing neon signs and all.
The bar is rough and grimy. Two men sit in a corner with the "dates" they had picked up. As Bruce walked in, talking stopped. All eyes were on him. Most were looking at the scar. Bruce was not sure if they were afraid or not. He would soon find out. He sat down on a stool and a man walked up. "Welcome to 'My Alibi' What can I get ya?" One man chimed in, "A new scar! He needs a new one to match" His freinds laughed. Bruce knew nobody thought it was funny...
"How'd you get it,man?" Another chimed in. Bruce found his opportunity. "I don't know, go ask your Mom" With a sudden rage a fury, the man pulled out his knife and threw himself at him. Bruce dodged the blow, and threw his knee into the man's chest. The man cried in pain. "Ooh" Bruce whispered to the man. "Mommas boy."
Suddenly a huge frenzy a men attacked. The women left the bar screaming. Bruce sent a blow with the force of a hammer into one man's face. Unfortunatley, he did not see the crowbar coming at him. He judged by the blow that he had at least broken his nose. He was on the floor. He struggled to stay conscious. As he regained his stance, someone smashed his face with his foot. He went to do it again. Bruce was prepared. He grabbed the mans foot, and twisted it in such a way that we fell backwards and hit his head on a table. He then legsweeped another man, while on the floor, he mounted him and beat him unconscious. Another thug tried to slash Bruce with a knife, it only grazed the back of his neck. He turned around and slammed his elbow into the thug's midsection. (A crowbar of his own.) Bruce ade the decision to quit while he was (somewhat) ahead and walked out of the bar. Men jeered an laughed. Only Bruce knew he had been shot.
He knew he wouldn't die from it. He spent years learning the human anatomy. He would take any advantage he could. He walked past them all. the whores, the junkies, all of them. Until he arrived at his home. Wayne Manor.
Whilst spilling blood over his floor, he managed to crawl into a chair and waited. His butler, Alfred could patch him up. He was a medical expert, after all. No...he felt something...as if a prescence were telling him to stay there, undisturbed.
He saw it....
A huge bat came flying through the window. It was wounded but not dead.
...Like Bruce.
He needed to put the fear of God into them.
and now he had his weapon...
Part Two: Test Run:
Wayne Manor:
Bruce walked out the door, determination in his eyes. He had to find the cave. He remembered he had fallen down a hole into a cave filled with bats. Is that where the one had come from? Bruce was determined to find out.
After he found the cave, he planned out a base of operation there. He had the money, but not enough time. Alfred had already set up a makeshift base of operations for him. He could make the tools he needed, but first, he needed the uniform...
Arkham Asylum:
Searchlights blazed everywhere. One of the prisoners had escaped. Not that it was that hard, though. Security might as well have put a revolving door on the place. The clown (or Joker) had left three dead in his wake. The head of Arkham's security, gave out commands. "Hit him with the tranks! If this clown's not in a straightjacket in one hour....!
Disarming a guard (snapping his neck in the process) He was able to shoot a few more guards, He shouted to the world. "DON'T CALL ME 'CLOWN'! I'M NOT AN ENTERTAINER! I'M THE JOKER!" With that, he shot the head of security right through the heart, killing him.
Abrubtly, a shadow man, stretched through the darkness. Seemingly appearing everywhere. After nine shots, he knew the gun was empty, it was time to step out. He had shed his guise as Bruce Wayne, and assumed his new persona...
THE BAT.
Joker tried to shoot, but to no avail. "Who are you?" he asked. "Get ready to fire.." whispered one of the guards. "Wait!" A voice shouted. Captain Gordon, one of the only cops not sold out by Gotham's crime bosses, had arrived. "There's someone with him."
Joker paced back and forth, muttering names to himself. "Nigma...I'VE GOT IT! Eddie Nigma! Sticks to the jokes, kid." The Joker remarked. "No, no...Penguin? Nah, too muscular...not muscular enough to be Bane..." The Bat merley stood there, unamused by Joker's antics. "Can't be Croc, he eats Bats...not Crane, Scarecrow's too much of a lightweight...Dent? Two Face?" He thought he had had it. "NAH...no scarred face...OOH, OHH, LANGSTROM! MAN BAT! Joker said, raising his hand like an excited schoolkid. The Bat had had enough. "No, not any of those freaks! He clenched his fist.
POW! A crushing blow landed on the Joker's face. The Bat began beating Joker. A punch to the midsection, an uppercut, thrown in with a kick or two.
"Dear God, he's killing him!" Gordon shouted. "Let...him...go!" With that, The Bat dropped him. and with a flutter of his cape, he vanished.
GCPD interrogation room:
Harvey Bullock, Sergeant of the Police Force, talked to the Joker. The fat cop tried as best he could to stay calm. He didn't like cop killers. "I'm telling you Harvey, you shouldn't be locking me up, it should be him." Joker giggled with excitment. "He tried to kill me, and he DID use excessive force! He's the one you should be locking up, not me!" Harvey, unamused by the his antics, told him to identify him. "He looked like Man- Bat, only more human. Bat- human...no, Bat Man! THAT'S IT! His name is Batman!" He laughed maniacally. Harvey took a sip of his Coffee. "We're done here." He said. As he was leaving, Joker shouted to him. "SO LONG, HARV! BE A SWEETIE AND SEND ME SOME OBITUARIES!" Joker muttered under his breath "Batman, I think this is the beginning of a beatiful freindship..."
Part Three: Freedom:
The men were ready. They had the uniforms, AK 47s, rifles, handguns, everything...except one thing....
.....circus makeup.
A speeding car drove past Police headquarters. "Now!" A clown shouted. A juggling ball was thrown through the windows of Police Headquarters. it burst upon impact. Setting the room ablaze. two men died instantly from the explosion. three more caught on fire.
The car pulled up. Out came a group of clowns. "Get down!" Shouted a cop. "Some bitches are just defiant to the end..." muttered a clown. The officer was the only one in the room alive. With the twitch of a finger, he too, was dead.
The clowns went from room to room, as if they were a SWAT team. One man had had enough. "Screw this!" He said. "Lemme through." He pushed his way past his friends and pulled the trigger of his flamethrower. Police caught ablaze. One man lay on the floor, bleeding to death from a bullet wound. More cops had come from hearing the gun fight. "Please.." Said the dying cop, weakly. "Don't let it hit the--"
BOOM!!! "Gas main!" the fire had hit a gas pipe, the whole building shook from head to toe. The ground was littered with cops. Blood stained the floor. Bodies everywhere.
"Chaos and madness." Thought Gordon. The only one still at his post. His gun did not move an inch away from the Joker's face. "ARE YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" Gordon shouted, angrily. "Me?" replied the Joker, somewhat calmly. "I've been in your custody the whole time. How could I do any of this?" "SHUT UP!" Gordon shouted. He noticed he was starting to panic. "By the way," Said Joker, tilting his head to the left. "I think they are." He pointed his hand at the door. Gordon did not move. "If you think--" "Boom" said Joker. As if in cue, the door flew off it's hinges, landing on Gordon. "We brought you your suit, boss" Said one thug. joker started dressing himself into a purple suit and hat. "Oh, and coincidentally, Gordon, these are my men." He gave him a final adeiu, tipped his hat and went off. "Hello Gotham! Shouted Joker. "Have I got a present for you!" The phrase was enough to make Gordon's spine chill. Let alone the laughing.
A few thugs stayed behind in case someone showed up. Miraculously, someone did. Just as a clown was about to shoot Gordon, he could smell the gunpowder...the moment came....bang! A loud crash. The Bat was on the scene. The thug hit him with his gun, making his mouth bleed. The Bat slammed his fist through the thug's clown mask, knocking him out. "Gordon." He said, "I'm here to help. I'm The Bat." "You look more like a Bat-MAN. "Said Gordon. "Whatever!" Said The Bat-Man. sounding somewhat strained from lifting a steel door off Gordon. "I'm getting you out of here, he said.
Puting Gordon in a fireman's carry, he ran through the rubble. A lone clown came at him with a gun. The Bat-Man threw his latest invention, the Baterang, into a wall. The gun flew out of the assailant's hand. "Magnets" Said The Bat-Man. with that, whilst carrying Gordon, he did a flying kick to the gunmen's jaw. Knocking him unconcious. Gordon was stained with blood as Bat-Man put him into his car. "Looks like a car that's a bat", said Gordon. "A bat-mobile?" Bat-Man was not amused. "Get some rest." He said. Gordon fell unconcious. Batman lifted up his shirt, to see a bullet wound. "Dammit" He thought. "Should've used kevlar. I've got to get Gordon and myself to Alfred...he'll no what to do...but if we don't get there in time..."
"We'll die."
Bruce Wayne walked the streets he had never walked before. His parents drove six blocks out of their way to avoid this area. He tells himself he's doing it for his parents. It's what...they would want, he tells himself. He doesn't want to sweat too much, or his makeup and scar will wash off. He ignores all of them. The whores, the junkies, all of them. He walks straight into the bar. Flashing neon signs and all.
The bar is rough and grimy. Two men sit in a corner with the "dates" they had picked up. As Bruce walked in, talking stopped. All eyes were on him. Most were looking at the scar. Bruce was not sure if they were afraid or not. He would soon find out. He sat down on a stool and a man walked up. "Welcome to 'My Alibi' What can I get ya?" One man chimed in, "A new scar! He needs a new one to match" His freinds laughed. Bruce knew nobody thought it was funny...
"How'd you get it,man?" Another chimed in. Bruce found his opportunity. "I don't know, go ask your Mom" With a sudden rage a fury, the man pulled out his knife and threw himself at him. Bruce dodged the blow, and threw his knee into the man's chest. The man cried in pain. "Ooh" Bruce whispered to the man. "Mommas boy."
Suddenly a huge frenzy a men attacked. The women left the bar screaming. Bruce sent a blow with the force of a hammer into one man's face. Unfortunatley, he did not see the crowbar coming at him. He judged by the blow that he had at least broken his nose. He was on the floor. He struggled to stay conscious. As he regained his stance, someone smashed his face with his foot. He went to do it again. Bruce was prepared. He grabbed the mans foot, and twisted it in such a way that we fell backwards and hit his head on a table. He then legsweeped another man, while on the floor, he mounted him and beat him unconscious. Another thug tried to slash Bruce with a knife, it only grazed the back of his neck. He turned around and slammed his elbow into the thug's midsection. (A crowbar of his own.) Bruce ade the decision to quit while he was (somewhat) ahead and walked out of the bar. Men jeered an laughed. Only Bruce knew he had been shot.
He knew he wouldn't die from it. He spent years learning the human anatomy. He would take any advantage he could. He walked past them all. the whores, the junkies, all of them. Until he arrived at his home. Wayne Manor.
Whilst spilling blood over his floor, he managed to crawl into a chair and waited. His butler, Alfred could patch him up. He was a medical expert, after all. No...he felt something...as if a prescence were telling him to stay there, undisturbed.
He saw it....
A huge bat came flying through the window. It was wounded but not dead.
...Like Bruce.
He needed to put the fear of God into them.
and now he had his weapon...
Part Two: Test Run:
Wayne Manor:
Bruce walked out the door, determination in his eyes. He had to find the cave. He remembered he had fallen down a hole into a cave filled with bats. Is that where the one had come from? Bruce was determined to find out.
After he found the cave, he planned out a base of operation there. He had the money, but not enough time. Alfred had already set up a makeshift base of operations for him. He could make the tools he needed, but first, he needed the uniform...
Arkham Asylum:
Searchlights blazed everywhere. One of the prisoners had escaped. Not that it was that hard, though. Security might as well have put a revolving door on the place. The clown (or Joker) had left three dead in his wake. The head of Arkham's security, gave out commands. "Hit him with the tranks! If this clown's not in a straightjacket in one hour....!
Disarming a guard (snapping his neck in the process) He was able to shoot a few more guards, He shouted to the world. "DON'T CALL ME 'CLOWN'! I'M NOT AN ENTERTAINER! I'M THE JOKER!" With that, he shot the head of security right through the heart, killing him.
Abrubtly, a shadow man, stretched through the darkness. Seemingly appearing everywhere. After nine shots, he knew the gun was empty, it was time to step out. He had shed his guise as Bruce Wayne, and assumed his new persona...
THE BAT.
Joker tried to shoot, but to no avail. "Who are you?" he asked. "Get ready to fire.." whispered one of the guards. "Wait!" A voice shouted. Captain Gordon, one of the only cops not sold out by Gotham's crime bosses, had arrived. "There's someone with him."
Joker paced back and forth, muttering names to himself. "Nigma...I'VE GOT IT! Eddie Nigma! Sticks to the jokes, kid." The Joker remarked. "No, no...Penguin? Nah, too muscular...not muscular enough to be Bane..." The Bat merley stood there, unamused by Joker's antics. "Can't be Croc, he eats Bats...not Crane, Scarecrow's too much of a lightweight...Dent? Two Face?" He thought he had had it. "NAH...no scarred face...OOH, OHH, LANGSTROM! MAN BAT! Joker said, raising his hand like an excited schoolkid. The Bat had had enough. "No, not any of those freaks! He clenched his fist.
POW! A crushing blow landed on the Joker's face. The Bat began beating Joker. A punch to the midsection, an uppercut, thrown in with a kick or two.
"Dear God, he's killing him!" Gordon shouted. "Let...him...go!" With that, The Bat dropped him. and with a flutter of his cape, he vanished.
GCPD interrogation room:
Harvey Bullock, Sergeant of the Police Force, talked to the Joker. The fat cop tried as best he could to stay calm. He didn't like cop killers. "I'm telling you Harvey, you shouldn't be locking me up, it should be him." Joker giggled with excitment. "He tried to kill me, and he DID use excessive force! He's the one you should be locking up, not me!" Harvey, unamused by the his antics, told him to identify him. "He looked like Man- Bat, only more human. Bat- human...no, Bat Man! THAT'S IT! His name is Batman!" He laughed maniacally. Harvey took a sip of his Coffee. "We're done here." He said. As he was leaving, Joker shouted to him. "SO LONG, HARV! BE A SWEETIE AND SEND ME SOME OBITUARIES!" Joker muttered under his breath "Batman, I think this is the beginning of a beatiful freindship..."
Part Three: Freedom:
The men were ready. They had the uniforms, AK 47s, rifles, handguns, everything...except one thing....
.....circus makeup.
A speeding car drove past Police headquarters. "Now!" A clown shouted. A juggling ball was thrown through the windows of Police Headquarters. it burst upon impact. Setting the room ablaze. two men died instantly from the explosion. three more caught on fire.
The car pulled up. Out came a group of clowns. "Get down!" Shouted a cop. "Some bitches are just defiant to the end..." muttered a clown. The officer was the only one in the room alive. With the twitch of a finger, he too, was dead.
The clowns went from room to room, as if they were a SWAT team. One man had had enough. "Screw this!" He said. "Lemme through." He pushed his way past his friends and pulled the trigger of his flamethrower. Police caught ablaze. One man lay on the floor, bleeding to death from a bullet wound. More cops had come from hearing the gun fight. "Please.." Said the dying cop, weakly. "Don't let it hit the--"
BOOM!!! "Gas main!" the fire had hit a gas pipe, the whole building shook from head to toe. The ground was littered with cops. Blood stained the floor. Bodies everywhere.
"Chaos and madness." Thought Gordon. The only one still at his post. His gun did not move an inch away from the Joker's face. "ARE YOU RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" Gordon shouted, angrily. "Me?" replied the Joker, somewhat calmly. "I've been in your custody the whole time. How could I do any of this?" "SHUT UP!" Gordon shouted. He noticed he was starting to panic. "By the way," Said Joker, tilting his head to the left. "I think they are." He pointed his hand at the door. Gordon did not move. "If you think--" "Boom" said Joker. As if in cue, the door flew off it's hinges, landing on Gordon. "We brought you your suit, boss" Said one thug. joker started dressing himself into a purple suit and hat. "Oh, and coincidentally, Gordon, these are my men." He gave him a final adeiu, tipped his hat and went off. "Hello Gotham! Shouted Joker. "Have I got a present for you!" The phrase was enough to make Gordon's spine chill. Let alone the laughing.
A few thugs stayed behind in case someone showed up. Miraculously, someone did. Just as a clown was about to shoot Gordon, he could smell the gunpowder...the moment came....bang! A loud crash. The Bat was on the scene. The thug hit him with his gun, making his mouth bleed. The Bat slammed his fist through the thug's clown mask, knocking him out. "Gordon." He said, "I'm here to help. I'm The Bat." "You look more like a Bat-MAN. "Said Gordon. "Whatever!" Said The Bat-Man. sounding somewhat strained from lifting a steel door off Gordon. "I'm getting you out of here, he said.
Puting Gordon in a fireman's carry, he ran through the rubble. A lone clown came at him with a gun. The Bat-Man threw his latest invention, the Baterang, into a wall. The gun flew out of the assailant's hand. "Magnets" Said The Bat-Man. with that, whilst carrying Gordon, he did a flying kick to the gunmen's jaw. Knocking him unconcious. Gordon was stained with blood as Bat-Man put him into his car. "Looks like a car that's a bat", said Gordon. "A bat-mobile?" Bat-Man was not amused. "Get some rest." He said. Gordon fell unconcious. Batman lifted up his shirt, to see a bullet wound. "Dammit" He thought. "Should've used kevlar. I've got to get Gordon and myself to Alfred...he'll no what to do...but if we don't get there in time..."
"We'll die."
