It was dark. I was in my tower…when the ninjas attacked. I took out my homemade chainsaw/cake maker, because being a hero is a tough job and everyone deserves some cake….too bad it's a lie! Anyway, back to the Ninjas. So, like, one, like, straight body slammed on to my desk, then I chopped off his head with my chainsaw hand, that's right the chainsaw was my hand. I went Bruce Lee/Ash Williams on that motherfucker. The next ninja was a master of speed. I had no idea where he was, so I turned on my sharingan, and sliced him with my lighting blade/chainsaw. You best believe that dude spewed blood all over my tower walls. All that was left was the master ninja. A.K.A. Draco Malfoy. That's right! When I'm writing awesome stories for Pixar, I'm a SUPER-wizard on the side. Since, I am a SUPER-wizard; I'm allowed to use forbidden curses, because I'm awesome(true story). I straight busted out the killer curse that knocked it him off his feet. He laid there, dying. My face is the last thing he sees before he passed away. He looked up at me, and with last breath he managed to get out the words "who are you?" I gazed down at his mangled corpse, death within my eyes, and replied with the somber tone…."I'm Batman!"