Jessica: Hey guys. This is just a random thing that I typed up not too long ago and I liked it and figured that I could make it into a fanfic. It is shorter than what I usually do but I can promise that it's worth your time.
Note: I don't own Batman or anything with the DC comics though I would love to. Enjoy
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The silence that was once so loving and so sweet was disrupted as the small of raindrops fell upon the steel roves of the old warehouse. Here is where I rest my lonesome head and watched as the men who are oh so clueless to my presence continue on as they load the boat. It was a simple heist. The movement of some illegal or stolen items from land to sea by truck and boat. I had watched them for a time and now was the night where I knew something interesting would happen. The rain only added to the scene of suspense. All were nervous. You could sense it in the way they moved, the way they looked over their shoulder every few seconds. They were tense and had a good reason to be.
The rain calls their attention and one looks up to see black clouds gathering above, threatening them with a warning as if to protect the precious dock and warehouse that they now inhabited. He does not see me for one cannot see black against black. I am clouded in the frightening night. No sane person would dare sit as still as I, watching them like a protecting gargoyle. I do not blink, cannot blink. For if I blink then there may be something missed and the very thing I long for could be gone in a blink of an eye. No I will not blink. I watch them, wait for someone that I know shall show. And almost as if on cue, his cloaked and frightening figure drops from the very sky above. I watch as the men gasp, as the frightening monster of a man destroyed their efforts and left almost all unconscious. I watched as he made quick work of the men. His motions were perfect, beautiful. It was like watching one dance. He was a master at this dance and I was entrance by it but I couldn't remain no matter how much I wanted to. The police would surly be on their way for wherever the fearsome crusader went, the police were sure to follow like love struck puppies.
Now I move. I stood and watched as his cloak bellowed open to reveal the groaning men. I smiled. They didn't stand a chance and neither did I. My motion caught his attention. He turned to me, eyes fierce and I stiffen. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and strong, the greatest voice I could possibly ever hope to hear. This was why I sat here and watched the men. This was who, I feared, I would miss. This was the great Batman and he was glorious.
I straightened, my smile growing though my heart now pumped adrenaline through my shaky body. I waved a hand and the shadows on the roof seemed to dance above it. "I am the shadows that conceal you. I am Night." With that, I pulled my hand to me and the shadows whirled around me suddenly, concealing me in a vortex of black. I watch as he pulled a tool from his useful belt and raised it to aim directly at me. He shoots and a grappling hook snags on the roof edge. The smile faded from my face and I grew serious. The vortex grew in intensity as he pulled himself up to the roof. I took a step back from him as he reached forward. He grabs a hold of my sleeve but the vortex condenses around me and I vanish into the shadows. When he pulled his hand away, a part of my shirt remained in his grip. He looked at it. A normal black t-shirt. He then looks back into the place where I once was and raised his hand to wave it into the now empty space. He looked at the shirt piece, raising it to look at it closely. Not even the great Batman could capture me. For I am the shadows that ravage the city. I am the very darkness in which he uses to hunt. I am Night and I will be watching.
