**Hi my name is God, I'm very angry that no one has written any
humorous fanfics for Batman Beyond. So I'm assuming that role. I own
everything, but the human form I inhabit owns nothing! So, please don't
sue him for using Batman Beyond. He isn't making any money off this,
believe me. He's just a fan with too much free time. So enjoy my story.
And enjoy the people who created Batman Beyond. They kick ass.**
The new Batmobile went streaking through the skies of Gotham. Turning quickly around building and doing barrel rolls and different reckless maneuvers. Terry had the night off and Bruce was running low on medication. He had the back of his shirt pulled over his head and was impersonating 'Cornholio".
The stereo had old tunes playing from the days of his prime. Going quickly between Rob Zombie, Drowning Pool, System of a Down, Slipknot, Korn, and Disturbed.
**(By the way, this human form doesn't own any bands, but he does think they really rule.)**
Suddenly a voice whispered over the stereo and Bruce's eye's lit up. He began to whisper and then yell along with the song. Being reminded of how he used to give people the serious beat down way back in the day.
"Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floooooooooor!" Bruce yelled along and started turning up the speed. He started having to weave between buildings quicker and turned his music up louder.
The song ended and he arrived at the corner convenience store. He parked around back and him and his airsick dog got out and walked around to the front of the door. When they got into the doors, the dog immediately attacked a stand containing many assorted bags of potato chips.
"Uh sir." The attendant said. "Sir you're dog can't do that. And you'll have to pay for that! No sir, please get down off of that. Oh hell I don't get paid enough for this!" The attendant said and ran from the store screaming.
The dog finally stopped ripping apart the evil potato chip bags and Bruce returned from the back with his happy pills. "C'mon boy, time to get down with the sickness." Bruce nodded and went back to the Batmobile.
* * *
Terry was walking around the manner looking for some sign of life. He finally went down to the lair. What he saw amazed him. He ran over to that super huge computer that Bruce always leaves running and read the screen saver message scrolling across the screen.
"Terry, I left a message for you but its encrypted, sucks to be you Bat-fake! See ya later! ( (6) heh heh. Sore wa himitsu desu no da!"
"Oh my gods Bruce finally flipped out! I gotta go find him!" Terry said and ran to the Batsuit hanging in the glass case.
* * *
"You are all fucked and over rated! I think I'm going to be sick and its your fault! This is the end of everything! You are then end of everything! I haven't slept since I woke up and found my whole life was a lie Motherfucker! This is the end of everything! You are the end of everything! You're wrong and over rated I think I'm gonna be sick and its your fault!" Bruce continued to close his eyes and throw his head around the Batmobile. The dog howled and Bruce simply replied.
"Hell yeah! Lets go kick us some bad guy ass!" The Batmobile sped around a building and into the blackness that Gotham is Famous for.
* * *
**Ok, the first chunk is done. What Villans will Bruce meet up with, can Terry get there in time? Will Blight have to cry himself to sleep again? Stay tuned because lata I'll throw in more. I would just like to remind everyone one more time that I own nothing, I am not the christian god, and Slipknot rules in every conceivable sense of the word. I make no money off these but I love writing them immensely. Ok bye bye then**
The new Batmobile went streaking through the skies of Gotham. Turning quickly around building and doing barrel rolls and different reckless maneuvers. Terry had the night off and Bruce was running low on medication. He had the back of his shirt pulled over his head and was impersonating 'Cornholio".
The stereo had old tunes playing from the days of his prime. Going quickly between Rob Zombie, Drowning Pool, System of a Down, Slipknot, Korn, and Disturbed.
**(By the way, this human form doesn't own any bands, but he does think they really rule.)**
Suddenly a voice whispered over the stereo and Bruce's eye's lit up. He began to whisper and then yell along with the song. Being reminded of how he used to give people the serious beat down way back in the day.
"Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floooooooooor!" Bruce yelled along and started turning up the speed. He started having to weave between buildings quicker and turned his music up louder.
The song ended and he arrived at the corner convenience store. He parked around back and him and his airsick dog got out and walked around to the front of the door. When they got into the doors, the dog immediately attacked a stand containing many assorted bags of potato chips.
"Uh sir." The attendant said. "Sir you're dog can't do that. And you'll have to pay for that! No sir, please get down off of that. Oh hell I don't get paid enough for this!" The attendant said and ran from the store screaming.
The dog finally stopped ripping apart the evil potato chip bags and Bruce returned from the back with his happy pills. "C'mon boy, time to get down with the sickness." Bruce nodded and went back to the Batmobile.
* * *
Terry was walking around the manner looking for some sign of life. He finally went down to the lair. What he saw amazed him. He ran over to that super huge computer that Bruce always leaves running and read the screen saver message scrolling across the screen.
"Terry, I left a message for you but its encrypted, sucks to be you Bat-fake! See ya later! ( (6) heh heh. Sore wa himitsu desu no da!"
"Oh my gods Bruce finally flipped out! I gotta go find him!" Terry said and ran to the Batsuit hanging in the glass case.
* * *
"You are all fucked and over rated! I think I'm going to be sick and its your fault! This is the end of everything! You are then end of everything! I haven't slept since I woke up and found my whole life was a lie Motherfucker! This is the end of everything! You are the end of everything! You're wrong and over rated I think I'm gonna be sick and its your fault!" Bruce continued to close his eyes and throw his head around the Batmobile. The dog howled and Bruce simply replied.
"Hell yeah! Lets go kick us some bad guy ass!" The Batmobile sped around a building and into the blackness that Gotham is Famous for.
* * *
**Ok, the first chunk is done. What Villans will Bruce meet up with, can Terry get there in time? Will Blight have to cry himself to sleep again? Stay tuned because lata I'll throw in more. I would just like to remind everyone one more time that I own nothing, I am not the christian god, and Slipknot rules in every conceivable sense of the word. I make no money off these but I love writing them immensely. Ok bye bye then**
