Batman's Beginning
A child walked slowly through the garden, tears streaming down his face. Mud tainted his once pristine suit and the rain made his black hair glisten. The newly orphaned Bruce Wayne was without words. His parents were gone, and everything he hoped to have was taken from him. He was wandering the sprawling grounds of Wayne manor aimlessly for what seemed to be hours. He thought for a moment about Alfred, and how he was probably worried sick looking for him. With this consideration, Bruce felt the guilt course through him, what was he doing? He couldn't do this to Alfred, he was the only family he had left. Bruce turned and ran back towards the house. He picked up his pace as he saw his caring butler standing at the window looking out at him, that was until he slipped. Bruce screamed as he felt his ankle twist, and felt himself tumble down into a crevice in the ground. Blackness.
Bruce awoke to discover a sharp pain in his leg, and that he was now in a large cave-like cavern which lie under Wayne manor.
"Hello!?" He screamed desperately, "Alfred!?" no reply. Bruce was left to sob alone in the dark.
"Anyone!?" He asked again to the shadows, "Please anyone! Somebody help me!" much to Bruce's surprise, and dread, he heard a response from the shadows,
"Anyone?" A voice from the dark asked, "Are you sure?" Bruce tilted his head,
"Yeah...I need to get out...who are you?" Then he saw it. A black shape flying towards him from the dark. He was afraid at first but only at first, he knew what it was. It was a bat. As it approached him he saw it's thin wings beating and it's large ears, and then he began to notice a terrible truth. The bat was much larger than he had previously assumed, in fact it was man-sized. Bruce screamed as he realized it was no bat at all, It was Joel Schumacher. Bruce tried to run but the sharp pain he felt as a result served as a grizzly reminder of his twisted ankle. He had nowhere to run. He turned back to face the Schumacher, who now menacingly hung upside down from the ceiling.
"Why do you run from the inevitable?" Growled an insidious Joel, "Let's make a deal, you and me kiddo…" The creature dropped the the floor of the cave and right next to the frightened child.
"What do you say? I rape you...and you get a fixed ankle and can escape this cave?" Bruce thought for a moment. Being a christian, he knew making a deal with the devil himself was nothing to take lightly,
"How much rape?" Bruce asked intently to a smiling demon,
"Ummm…" Joel stroked his leathery skin, "Two films...aaand I want royalties on the happy meal toy sales." Bruce thought for a moment, before immediately shaking hands with Joel's clawed foot.
"You got it Schumacher, be gentle, me anus is ripe." The defeated Bruce, only 8 years old, rolled over onto his back and pulled down his trousers to reveal his pale rump. Joel laughed maniacally as he rammed his barb-lined shaft right into the boy's rectum. Bruce screamed and kicked, immediately regretting his decision. Joel's phallus tore straight through Bruce's insides, and his resulting ejaculent spread disease throughout his bloodstream like a poison. Once the Schumacher was done his hanus work on Bruce Wayne's anus, He Healed his ankle and brought him out of the pit and dropped him back into the garden.
"See ya later bitch!" Joel said as he laughed all the way home. Bruce lie there crying, what was left for him now? Nothing. That was until he looked up and saw a man standing there...a mysterious man in a long coat.
"Who are you?" Bruce asked through bated breath. The man smiled,
"Christopher Nolan….now let's get you home."