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Chapter #1
How did I get myself into this? The thought crosses my mind over and over again there are several answers all right but none sole one is conclusive. I look down from my rooftop to see men loading up a truck with large boxes. I knew that illegal weapons were stored in the boxes. Well, I guess it's show time. I jump down off the roof top and fire a few gas grenades. It was an easy enough distraction, I then use and a disc which electrifies any object after I press the button on the truck. It's not going anywhere, at least not soon. Four thugs attack me, but these big guys are way out of there league. In fifteen minutes it's all over.
" Sorry boys. But the last thing Gotham needs is more illegal weapons on the street."
Yeah, that sounded cool I thought. Not to over the top but enough to make an impact. As I hear police sirens I leave towards the rooftops, I was sure no one saw me. That is until I heard a deep voice behind.
" This is my town."
I looked behind me to see the granddaddy of them all. The Batman. Wow… I was speechless, just the way he was glaring at me. It took me while to muster up enough courage to speak.
" Yeah, well Gotham's my home to."
I glared right back at him. Of course it didn't phase him.. He was the god damn Batman after all. He then spoke in a harsh commanding tone.
" You DON'T operate in my town. Just who the hell do you think you are?"
" Spoiler."
I stated it without missing a beat. I took the name from a former hero which word around Gotham is that she died in action. Saying that name seemed to upset him even more.
" You're NOT Spoiler. Go home!"
" Now hold on! Just who the hell do you think you are! A man who dresses up in a bat-suit hardly has any right to tell me what to do.."
He may be Batman but this girl doesn't take shit from nobody. It was then he attacked me, he was fast, he was strong. But I was smart…smart enough to know that I couldn't win in hand to hand combat against this guy. A grabbed a small ball, an invention I mad yet still haven't come up with a name for. I was good at inventing, bad at coming with names, probably why I took my name after an old hero. I threw the ball against his plated armor, it turned into a metallic type goo which slowly clung on to his armor and was squeezing him. I then put a small spray bottle with something which would get it off on the ground.
" That will stop it before that thing kills you. Just stay outta my way. I'm cleaning up
Gotham. I'm on your side even if you're to stubborn to see it. "
I then left without saying a word. He probably doesn't believe me, hell he probably hates me.