Post by Kid L on May 12, 2004 3:10:34 GMT -5
so i felt like writing for kicks and ended up writing this short batman story... i basically made it up as i was writing, but considering how "quintessential" the scene is it really wasn't too difficult... i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it...
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… … *wait for it* … … … *and*… *NOW*…
Two point four seconds later and Batman was surrounded by five unconscious sacks of muscle. He held his crouched pose for another second, anticipating the unlikely event of a thug regaining consciousness.
None did… except one… The one he knew was most afraid.
So he stood, his leathery cape pulling down on his hunched shoulders, the pointed tips splaying away from his body as if shadows cast by his ominous presence. The thug’s eyes went wide with terror as he cowered in the shadow of the Bat. His good arm scrambled to retrieve his forty-five caliber.
“I’ll only ask once: Who sent you!”
The thug, realizing the futility of his desperate one-arm-scramble sat stupefied. His body trembled slightly as his eyes strained and bulged from their sockets. This thug was beyond afraid, he was terrified. His jaw bounced up and down as if unable to decide whether to speak or keep quiet.
With the precision and speed that only a trained body could achieve, Batman pulled the thug off the asphalt until their faces met only inches away.
“Talk! NOW!”
“Nuh nuh Nobody… I swear I swear it… Workin’ our own gig I swear it!” The thug stammered as he strained his neck to move his face as far away from the Bat as possible.
“Is that right…” Batman replied with a hint of annoyance.
With his right hand he reached to the left side of his utility belt, firmly taking a hold of his grappling gun. He drew the gun from underneath his cape as if drawing a sword from its scabbard, and aimed the grapple at the top of the Gotham Observatory. The grapple shot with a muffled bang and before the thug could blink they were flying through the cold night air straight for the top of the Observatory.
The thug panted quickly, suddenly finding himself awkwardly dangling eighty stories above the ground, strung like a rodeo bull by Batman‘s micro-aluminum filament enforced batarang rope.
“I’m not asking this time.”
The thug suddenly began to fall, only to abruptly stop a few feet lower.
“A’right a’right I’ll tell ya I tell ya!!! Just don’t drop me.. Christ just don’t drop me!”
“I’m listening.”
“It.. It was Scarface! A’right!?! It was Scarface! NOW LEMME DOWN!!!”
“Why the Observatory!?!”
“Somethin’ a..about a green moon rock… I dunno why I SWEAR! NOW LEMME DOWN!!!”
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The next thing the thug knew, he was regaining consciousness in the back of a GCPD armored transport, his limbs chained to a slim pole running against the wall of the van, his fellow cohorts still unconscious next to him. He grinned slyly.
*I may be in chains* he thought *but the Batman’s got no clue. He really thinks that Scarface’s our boss… HA! I fooled the Batman… ME!*
His grin grew with an obvious sort of pride.
*Eh… He ain’t so smart*
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Batman leaned into his swing, his body gaining momentum as he streaked across the ink-black sky of Gotham City. He nimbly landed on an age-worn ledge, crouching on his haunches like a natural gargoyle.
*Scarface…* he thought. *Unlikely. This isn’t his type of heist, especially considering the target item… No, Scarface wouldn’t even know what to do with Kryptonite… But I know who would…”
And with that he took flight once more into the biting cold air, his cape parachuting wide, spreading open behind him to form an invisible silhouetted bat against the blackness of Gotham City’s night sky.
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… … *wait for it* … … … *and*… *NOW*…
Two point four seconds later and Batman was surrounded by five unconscious sacks of muscle. He held his crouched pose for another second, anticipating the unlikely event of a thug regaining consciousness.
None did… except one… The one he knew was most afraid.
So he stood, his leathery cape pulling down on his hunched shoulders, the pointed tips splaying away from his body as if shadows cast by his ominous presence. The thug’s eyes went wide with terror as he cowered in the shadow of the Bat. His good arm scrambled to retrieve his forty-five caliber.
“I’ll only ask once: Who sent you!”
The thug, realizing the futility of his desperate one-arm-scramble sat stupefied. His body trembled slightly as his eyes strained and bulged from their sockets. This thug was beyond afraid, he was terrified. His jaw bounced up and down as if unable to decide whether to speak or keep quiet.
With the precision and speed that only a trained body could achieve, Batman pulled the thug off the asphalt until their faces met only inches away.
“Talk! NOW!”
“Nuh nuh Nobody… I swear I swear it… Workin’ our own gig I swear it!” The thug stammered as he strained his neck to move his face as far away from the Bat as possible.
“Is that right…” Batman replied with a hint of annoyance.
With his right hand he reached to the left side of his utility belt, firmly taking a hold of his grappling gun. He drew the gun from underneath his cape as if drawing a sword from its scabbard, and aimed the grapple at the top of the Gotham Observatory. The grapple shot with a muffled bang and before the thug could blink they were flying through the cold night air straight for the top of the Observatory.
The thug panted quickly, suddenly finding himself awkwardly dangling eighty stories above the ground, strung like a rodeo bull by Batman‘s micro-aluminum filament enforced batarang rope.
“I’m not asking this time.”
The thug suddenly began to fall, only to abruptly stop a few feet lower.
“A’right a’right I’ll tell ya I tell ya!!! Just don’t drop me.. Christ just don’t drop me!”
“I’m listening.”
“It.. It was Scarface! A’right!?! It was Scarface! NOW LEMME DOWN!!!”
“Why the Observatory!?!”
“Somethin’ a..about a green moon rock… I dunno why I SWEAR! NOW LEMME DOWN!!!”
---
The next thing the thug knew, he was regaining consciousness in the back of a GCPD armored transport, his limbs chained to a slim pole running against the wall of the van, his fellow cohorts still unconscious next to him. He grinned slyly.
*I may be in chains* he thought *but the Batman’s got no clue. He really thinks that Scarface’s our boss… HA! I fooled the Batman… ME!*
His grin grew with an obvious sort of pride.
*Eh… He ain’t so smart*
---
Batman leaned into his swing, his body gaining momentum as he streaked across the ink-black sky of Gotham City. He nimbly landed on an age-worn ledge, crouching on his haunches like a natural gargoyle.
*Scarface…* he thought. *Unlikely. This isn’t his type of heist, especially considering the target item… No, Scarface wouldn’t even know what to do with Kryptonite… But I know who would…”
And with that he took flight once more into the biting cold air, his cape parachuting wide, spreading open behind him to form an invisible silhouetted bat against the blackness of Gotham City’s night sky.