Batman the Dark Knight
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman or any of the series portrayed here. This is simply fanfiction.
!SOUND EFFECTS! "THOUGHTS"
Chapter One: Making of the Bat.
"My baby's name is Bruce, Great-Grandfather! Isn't he just darling?" the child's mother, Martha said to the very old Korean man after arriving home from the hospital.
"Hmm. I can tell from here he will be strong."
"How can you tell something like that?"
"I know these things, Martha. I would like to establish a heir for my martial arts style before I die."
"You want to babysit him sometimes?"
"That's a good idea. The sooner I start the better," Shin Fong Yu, a master of sinanju, explained.
"All right. I rather have a relative taking care of him. This mansion is so huge. Thomas said he was rich but I never thought he was this rich."
"Money has it's place but there are things money cannot buy."
As Bruce grew older Shin trained him, preparing his body, mind and spirit for sinanju training. In time Bruce learned acrobatics, breakfall, contortionism and other supplementary martial arts skills including the ability to jump a lot higher and move faster than most people could.
But Bruce only went through the training to satisfy his Shin. He wasn't as dedicated as Shin would have liked but his abilities and ki were a lot greater than some American black belt karate dancers Shin had seen, showing that the foundation for sinanju had already been built.
One day Bruce's father, Thomas, took note of the training Shin was putting Bruce through. "What are you doing, training him for the olympics?" he asked.
"Ah, yes. Training for Olympics and his general health. I've also trained his mind so he'll be sharper and more aware of his environment. His math skills are greater also. A rich man needs a sharp mind," Shin answered.
Thomas paused for a moment. Then he said, "as long as he doesn't get hurt. Oh, by the way, this evening Martha and I are taking Bruce to the opera. Rich boys must be cultured as well."
"The opera?" Bruce whined.
"Yes, Bruce. You can go back to training for the Olympics tomorrow," Thomas said with sarcastic finality. Shin motioned Bruce to obey his father as Bruce went upstairs and got ready for the opera.
XXX
After the opera was over, Bruce and his parents were walking towards their car when they were accosted by a couple of thugs.
"Give us the purse and that necklace you're wearing, bitch!" one of the thugs said as he reached for Martha violently while the other thug pointed a gun in Thomas' direction, backing his up confederate.
"Get your hands off my wife you piece of filth!" Thomas yelled as he rushed the thug. !POP!POP! "Ungh!"
"Thomas! Thomas! You shot him! Oh, God! Why did..."
"Shut up, bitch!" !POP!POP!
"We can't afford to leave any witnesses so you gotta die too. Sorry, kid." !POP!POP! !POP!POP! "Stay still, you stupid kid!" the thug demanded. Jake, help me gun this kid down!"
"I've tried but he's moving too fast, Joe! I'm outta bullets."
"Then reload, dumbass!" !WOOOOOO!WOOOOOO!
"Joe, we gotta get outta here! The cops is coming!" Jake said, pulling Joe away. But before he left, Joe quickly whipped out a blackjack and stuck Bruce on the back of the head with it, knocking him down as the boy stared at the corpses of his parents. Bruce didn't get out of the house that much so he was somewhat paralyzed and in shock by what had just happened, staring like a zombie after the men who ran away into the darkness. As he cradled his dead mother's head in his arms he cried out into the night, sobbing for the last time in his life.
XXX
After Bruce's parents were taken to the hospital and were declared dead on arrival, the doctors called in the police who questioned the listless boy for an hour who answered their questions the best he could, giving descriptions of the thugs and explaining what had happened.
Bruce seemed spaced out as Alfred drove him home from the hospital and the police station, staring into space, his thoughts unknown to everyone but himself. As soon as he got home he went straight to where Shin was in a hidden room in the mansion, meditating. "I want you to keep training me. I swear to you I will take your training more seriously," Bruce said solemnly as he looked up at him with an intensity Shin had never seen in him.
"I have heard about the death of your parents for which I'm very sorry. But I'm surprised at your new determination."
"I'm ready," the young boy stated with confidence.
"All right. I will start advancing your training. It will not be easy. But it will be possible. Since I've trained you since before you could walk the foundation has been laid. Now the real training begins. I must finish your training quickly because I don't have long to live," Shin stated.
"Now see here!" Alfred protested. "Make certain your training is not too dangerous. And I'll have you know that Master Bruce's education must continue. Not just school but as a sophisticated gentleman."
Bruce thought about that. He had already decided to wage a war on crime. The sophisticated rich gentleman would be a facade so he would get an education in many things. He had no intention of growing up to be a powerful idiot.
"Of course, Alfred. I'll grow up to be a gentleman as well," Bruce said respectably.
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"Huff! Huff!"
"Keep at it, Bruce. I'm happy you're not complaining about the training the way you sometimes used to do. Your dedication is phenomenal. I've never seen such determination. You may well master the art before I die."
"Yes, Master! Huff!"
"Good work landing on your feet after those somersaults. You're doing them exactly correct despite the 100 pounds I've laden you with. Are you getting exhausted, Bruce?"
"No, Master!" the young boy blurted out, wanting to be the best he could be.
"Despite his hard training or because of it, Bruce is a much better student at school. He's also doing a lot of extra studying that he doesn't have to do. Bruce has even learned speed reading, lightning calculator and memory training. Upon learning these talents he has brought other kinds of tutors to learn so many skills that have practically nothing to do with martial arts. It's amazes me how Bruce manages to constantly get such competent people to teach him their skills"
"His father and his mother both had charisma but Bruce has taken these inborn abilities of his to an extreme. I get the suspicious feeling that the young boy doesn't plan to simply be a martial artist."
"Stop and rest, Bruce. Use the regenerative exercises I've taught you. Yes, that's it. It's very important you remember to how properly recover from the most grueling training and workouts. One of the greatest Chinese martial arts of the last century died because he trained extremely hard and did not know how to recover. This may seem tedious now but you're thank me for this when you're a whole lot older and this technique will be most necessary."
"There's another subject I'd like to talk to you about, Bruce."
"What is it, Master?"
"Alfred has no reason to complain about your academics. So why do you spend so much time reading and studying more than you have to? "
"I don't just plan to be a martial artist. I also plan to be a detective. It's pointless being stronger than my enemies if I'm easily outsmarted," Bruce answered.
"If it's revenge you're looking for you're much stronger than the ones that killed your parents. I sense there's something else you're training for," Shin replied.
"There is. It's not just revenge against the thugs who killed my parents, but against people like them. I plan to wage a war against crime all together."
"I see," Shin said.
As time went on Shin had brought in other martial arts teachers he respected, having Bruce learn gung fu(the ability to take a beating and have blunt attacks bounce off), iron skin(the ability to resist killing attacks), tai chi and speed hitting(the ability to hit a target dozens of time in seconds).
Bruce had mastered sinanju by the time he was sixteen, a little after this Shin died. There was a small funeral after which Bruce had him buried near his own parents.
XXX
"Master Bruce. Why are you still training in that strange fighting style your great-great-grandfather taught you? I appreciate the fact that you've done very well in school, graduating college at such a young age. But what exactly are you planning?" Alfred asked as he served Bruce breakfast, a strange breakfast, the kind of food Shin used to force him to eat.
"I'm not finished yet. I'm going to learn all the fighting styles of the world if I can. The training my great-great-grandfather put me through allows me to learn other styles quickly and even improve on them. I'm also learning everything I can about the human body and what it's capable of doing, surpassing it's limits. I'm combining the science of the west with the mysticism of the east into a deadly, powerful combination."
"Exactly how many styles do you need to learn?" Alfred asked the young man.
"So far, in addition to what my great-great-grandfather and his friends have taught me I've learned Japanese Bujutsu, American boxing, Thai kick boxing, Greco-Roman wrestling, Brazilian jiu jitsu, shorin kempo karate and aikido, several styles of street fighting, several styles of commando training, wing chun kung fu, shaolin kung fu, tae kwon do, hapkido, the Korean martial art, tuk-gong moo-sul and almost every other fighting style on the planet. I've found using my own satellite to see what goes on and watching practitioners training in secret martial arts very interesting."
"But what of all the studying you've been doing? I'm sure your parents would be proud of you if you would only finish your post graduate education," Alfred answered.
"The sinanju training I've gone through has sharpened my mind and increased my learning curve to the point where I've been able to learn sciences and technology quickly as well. But the speed reading, lighting calculator, photographic memory and speed learning training I've learned from some brilliant experts has also helped me to learn what I needed to know. What I've learned will help in my new career."
"What career is that?" Alfred asked curiously.
"A career as a crime fighter. I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to do it but my main goal is to destroy the kind of people who killed my parents. I've even tried to learn psychic powers. I didn't get any psychic powers but I learned how to do the same thing psychics do but better with accurate data. But more important than all that, I learned how to do detective work. I've learned from the best detectives in the world. But there's some more things I need to learn."
"What would that be?"
"I need to know how things work from the criminal prospective."
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When Bruce turned seventeen he left for New York City, New York. He had already learned how to disguise himself and use fake I.D.s to the point that he had even borrowed an identity for himself from a man called Falco Spumonti, an Italian American from Chicago who had moved to New York a couple years back. He wore street clothes that were similar to what most Italian Americans wore. He knew all the lingo and street language but only from books.
"I need to learn about the street from the street. I already know everything about Gotham City's mean streets. I've even learned about Chicago's streets. Now it's time for me to learn about New York City's underworld element. I've done a lot of reading but the reading and studying I've done aren't enough; I need to learn even more."
I've studied the person I'm pretending to be. The real Falco Spumonti died from having been strangled to death, his assassins, burying him into the ground afterwards. Falco was buried so deep in a cave no one found the body except for me. The ability to sense things and track down people even though they were dead really came in handy after I heard that someone had been whacked. Doing a backwards tracking, retracing the steps of the guys who had bragged about killing Spumonti was also helpful. It's interesting what one can hear about in a seedy bar if someone hides in plain sight. If anyone asks how "I" survived I'll say I played dead after my attackers had strangled me and climbed my way out of the hole they had dumped me in."
"I've been studying the underbelly of this city for a while now. The ability to hide in the shadows has been very useful. I know what crimes I will have to do as Falco in order to learn even more about how things work but sooner or later I'll have to be arrested. From prison I'll get even more knowledge about how criminals think. Being identified as Falco Spumonti won't be a problem since I've already used my computer skills to hack into his ID stats and information. Once that was done I created a set of extremely thin, clinging invisible gloves that create matching fingerprints of the man I'm supposed to be. This completes the disguise. No one will be able to connect Mr. Spumonti to Bruce Wayne."
"Hey, Falco! I heard ya got whacked!" Falco's capo, Vito Gambino, who was a very large and intimidating man said, walking up to him with two other large men behind him.
"I'm too freakin tough to get whacked by the Luchese Family's hired guns," Falco answered.
"I'm glad to hear that Falco. Since you're back, we might as well put you back to work. Replacing you was tougher than I thought it would be. I want ya to run the underground casino tonight. We've moved since the last time you ran it so I'll have to show ya where it is. But first come with us," Vito said in a friendly manner.
"All right, fellas. Lead the way," Falco answered. Once they were inside a building where no one else could see them Vito's mood changed.
"Are ya wearing a wire, Falco?" Vito asked with hostility.
"No, Vito. I would never do somethin like that!"
"Search im, boys!" As the other two complied they found nothing on Falco but cold hard cash.
"What is this, Vito? Do ya want me to work for ya or not? If ya don't trust me I'll go somewhere else, maybe to Las Vegas; I hear they pay good money out there."
"Take it easy, Falco. I had to be sure. There's plenty of work here. You coming back from the dead was too good to be true. I didn't think you had turned rat but I had to be sure. You gotta lot money on ya, though. Did ya rob those Luchese guys before they tried to off ya or what?" the capo asked.
"Something like that. After I survived their attempt to wack me I doubled back and took some of their stash they had hidden. I was coming here to cut ya in. I swear!" Falco stated.
"All right. I believe ya. You were always a weasel and a sneak, Falco. That's one of the reasons ya always did the jobs I wanted ya ta do. I'll just take my cut now," Vito said as he took 40 percent of the money.
"If ya keep bringing me money like dis the Gambino Family might just make ya a made man so keep up the good work, Falco!" Vito said, happily slapping Falco on the back. "Now, Rocko will show ya where the tonight's game is being held."
"Did ya hear the news, Marco?"
"What news, Vinnie?" the Luchese capo asked.
"Falco Spumonti ain't dead; he's alive and well."
"What?"
"Falco's alive, I tell ya. He's working for Vito Gambino, running some of the Gambino underground casino games and doing other odd jobs for the them. Everyone knows that we tried to take him out and failed. It's worse that he robbed us of the money we had hidden. We can't afford to let something like that slide. It's bad for business and respect."
!SMASH! "I wanted that guy dead! No one robs the Luchese Family. Nobody!" Marco screamed, smashing the table in front of him with his massive strength!
"We sent some more hit men after Falco but he beat them up. They even broke into his apartment and waited for him."
"What happened then, Vinnie?" the capo asked.
"The hitmen told me that Falco appeared right in the midst of them out of thin air and beat the tar out of them, severly injuring them. He then dumped them in a dark alley."
"I'm surprised he didn't just kill them outright. What do we do about this Falco guy, Vinnie?"
"We'll get him, Marco. We'll get him."
"How?"
"My spies have told me where the hidden casino is being held. I can let the cops I've paid off know where the game is being played and tell them to be particularly ruff with Falco. If Falco survives these cops of mine we can have him whacked in prison," the capo's lieutenant offered.
"I like the sound of that, Vinnie. You do that and keep me informed," the Luchese capo ordered.
"Falco" had heard the whole conversation from the bugging devices he had placed in their headquarters. After the corrupt cops had busted him and beaten him up, they put in Sing Sing in lea of his trial. He went through the motions of calling his lawyer only to get in an argument with him and fire him so he could stay in prison for a much longer time, learning how things worked there.
"I've learned a lot from the psychopaths, nihilists, rapists and other criminals with whom I'm incarcerated, beating them as was needed. In time, eventually learning how to get along with the other prisoners, listening to them as they talked about why they did the things they did. And more importantly how they did or didn't get caught. I've also learned how some criminals are connected and able to still exert control over their gangs and operatives from their jail cells. This has all been very interesting but it's time for me to leave."
Bruce easily escaped from prison, setting things up so that nobody ever saw Falco Spumonti again.
XXX
When Bruce had turned nineteen he traveled to a strange place in Southeast Asia. He had learned about the place through studying and the research he had done.
This place was a deserted temple. As Bruce walked inside the temple he saw a glowing orb. When he reached out to touch it, Bruce felt like his mind was going to explode due to the pain his head was in. The pain eventually caused him to slip into unconscious.
When he "woke" up he saw Shin regarding him. "Great-great-grandfather! What are you doing here? And where am I?" Bruce asked.
"When I died I left a bit of my spirit in you. After today you will never see me again. There is one more element of your training I want you to go through. Despite your vaunted abilities there will be people more powerful than you in your fight against crime as you call it. This is more of a practice run so you can deal with some of the opponents you will fight in the future. So prepare yourself!" Shin ordered as opponents Bruce had never seen before attacked him.
As soon as Bruce knocked one down two more took it's place., making it seem as if he was fighting an army. They weren't all martial artists or humans for that matter, some being strange creatures, robots and super powered individuals. As this fight went on it seemed as if he had been fighting for hours. During this "time" his fighting skills increased even more than humanly possible. He also developed an increased awareness of his environment. In fact his intelligence and all of his skills increased but more than anything else his fighting ability increased.
After this long period of time, defeating the last man standing, Shin reappeared. "Your training is now complete. I am very proud of you. You've gone beyond all my hopes. Now good bye, my son," Shin said as he disappeared.
Bruce awoke where he had been struck unconscious before. "No time has passed. But despite all that my strength and skill has increased. There's no stopping me now." Then he left the temple forever changed.
XXX
When Bruce returned he was met by Alfred who noticed that Bruce was a lot more powerful than before. "Shin has definitely left his mark on Master Bruce. But I think what really changed him was his parents dying. I hope I can convince him to be the gentleman his parents wanted him to be."
"Greetings, Master Bruce. I hope you're through adventuring and plan to finish the rest of your time at the university and get your bachelors of science degree."
"Yes, Alfred. I'll do that. But I plan to do so much more."
"What is that, Master Bruce?"
"I plan to redecorate the mines under my property. It's going to be my base of operations. But I don't want anyone else to know about it," Bruce answered.
"Base of operations for what, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked curiously.
"My war against crime. I plan to gather as much information as I can on several criminals and store them in computers. The area is very huge so I will have to create robots to help me," Bruce explained.
XXX
Bruce had mastered the ability to get eight hours of sleep out of only one hour of sleep. This gave him more time to train physically, mentally, spiritually and do all things he needed to do to prepare for what he was going to be.
He did his homework and studying rather quickly and easily but he spent most of his time building his underground base of operations with the help of the remote controlled robots he had made. He also had the help of the technician, Lucius Fox, who ran his business for him. Bruce had investigated him and took his measure so he knew Lucius was honorable.
Lucius was an African-American man who was in his fifties with graying hair and glasses with a medium height and build. He also wore well tailored, business suits whenever he was on the job.
"What do you need all this for, Bruce?" Lucius asked him while helping to build Bruce's underground base without exactly knowing what it was all about.
"It's as if you're planning your own intelligence agency. And all the robots you wanted built. Do you think you can replace a lot of employees with them?"
"No, nothing like that. It's just a hobby I'm getting into. I've been curious about technology. But keep all of this secret. I don't want anyone to know I'm that interested in things like this," Bruce answered.
"All right."
XXX
After getting his post graduate degree Bruce took up race car driving, piloting aircraft and boats, learning how to operate all kinds of vehicles under combat conditions. He also befriended experts and technicians on vehicles and the like, getting useful information from them.
He used what he learned and got help to create a better car, plane and speedboat, building his underground base to accommodate all of the vehicles he would use. At the same time he learned everything he could about how to repair and maintain these vehicles. Even Alfred had accommodated Bruce by learning how to maintain everything in the underground cave.
"I don't see why you feel the need to have so many sophisticated vehicles down here, Master Bruce. You have enough technology and material here to make the MI6 or the CIA green with envy."
"That may be true but I plan to supersede all the intelligence agencies of the world. Not just with technological know how but up here as well," Bruce said, tapping his head.
"Well, Master Bruce. You certainly are on your way. My word."
"That's true. I have the best computers I could find befriending some of the most competent tech nerds in the country. They've taught me a whole lot about computers that I didn't learn in school. I've even improved upon what I've learned to make my base of operations more secure."
"Is that why you traveled all around the world?"
"It wasn't just for that. Learning how to make and use ropes and lines while learning how to climb mountains was also important for me in order to swing from building to building."
"Are you plan on becoming Tarzan, Master Bruce?"
The young man turned towards his butler for a moment. "I did learn how to swing from vine to vine while I was in Africa which was helpful as well, but Tarzan beats his chest and screams. I'm going to be much more quiet than that. However, I did dress up much like a barbarian while learning how to survive various, dangerous environments and deal with dangerous man-eating animals. I even dealt with a few man eating giants in the Solomon Islands," Bruce said nonchalantly as he continued to work on his underground base.
"Dear heavens, Master Bruce! Man-eating giants? I was certain there was no such thing."
"I thought so as well but many subjects like giants, little green men, aliens, inter-galactic worm holes, time travel, environmental disasters, man-made or otherwise and many other conspiracy theories have some basis in fact. I have no intention of being surprised by such things if they should come across my path," Bruce said with a sense of cold determination.
"What about the law, Master Bruce? It would be a lot more proper for you to get a job as police detective. With your ambition and drive you'd have no problem rising up through the ranks as a police inspector. Why didn't you at least get your law enforcement degree?" the butler asked with a sense of curiosity.
"I've learned everything about the law on a local, state and federal levels, spending time at the FBI, US Marshal and NSA academies, "washed out" of each of them after having learned what I needed to know."
"Why did you wash out?"
"I've since found out there is a whole lot of corruption and bureaucracy involved with law enforcement. All of that would hinder me. There's also a lot of corruption in law enforcement. So I'm going to work from the street, dealing with criminals who think they're above the law because they pay off the cops and for other reasons."
"Some of these criminals can be very frightening, Master Bruce. I hate to see you dealing with the likes of them."
"I can deal with them. I've done a lot of studying on fear, fearlessness, interrogation and intimidation. I've even gone so far as to know everything I could about mind control, illusion, mind reading and hypnotism. And more importantly how to resist thing like these. That is the main point of what I'm doing here. People who engage in these kinds acts in a villainous manner will answer to me."
"I see."
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As soon as his underground base and everything else was practically ready, Bruce sat down in his study, thinking of a way to complement what he was planning. "Criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot. I need some kind of gimmick that will make criminals fear me."
At that moment a bat flew through the window. "That reminds me of when I fell through a mine shaft when I was six years old. The bats that came out of the woodwork were frightening at first but then I felt some kind of kinship with them. I didn't think too much of that at the time but now. That's it. I'll be a dark, brooding character of the night."
Bruce started working on his uniform, making it resemble a bat made it out of light but very efficient armor. He made sure that he could carry all sorts of equipment on his armored uniform. He made his armored uniform something that would be hard to remove including his cowled helmet. Then he set up a utility belt that would be a part of his armored uniform with much of his equipment and weapons located there in. He even used the skill he had learned from Shin called subspace so he could have some hidden omni-gadgets he might need in case of an unforeseen emergency.
Once everything was finished he was ready. He got in his newly christened Batmobile and took off into the night. The Batman was born.
"My first target will be Joe Chill. He's the one who murdered my parents. He's become a mid level crime boss. The other man who was with him when my parents were killed has since died in a shootout with the police."
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Joe felt life had been good to him, lately after having worked his way up in Boss Zucco's organization. Things were going well as everyone had paid their protection setting him up for a promotion. Everything was going great except for the nightmares he'd been having. He kept dreaming that the kid whose parents he killed would come after him making Joe wake up in a cold sweat.
As Joe walked through the warehouse he was in charge of, everyone there gave him a great deal of respect as Joe was a powerful man in the outfit.
Joe then went back to his office feeling confident. Everything looked like it was going smoothly when he heard someone's voice. "Good evening ,Mr. Joe Chill, you kept me waiting just so you could inspect your shipment."
Joe turned around but did not see anyone there. "What's wrong with me? I'm hearing things," he thought to himself.
Joe walked around the warehouse again. As he inspected some of the illegal goods he heard the same voice. "What are you doing here, Joe?"
Joe turned around whipping out his gun but no one was there. "Bill, Ted! Come here!" Joe called out as he went to where these men were supposed to be. But the men weren't there. Joe then ran to where his other men were. "Guys! I want you to find Bill and Ted! And I think there's someone else here. Find him!" His men looked up quizzically then responded to his commands.
A few minutes later. "Boss!" one of his men called out. "Bill and Ted are over here! It looks like they fell asleep!"
Joe went to where the man was and saw Bill and Ted on the floor unconscious. Joe had been in enough fights to have a clue as to what was going on. "They've been knocked out, you shmuck! Everybody look alive! There's someone else here!" Joe commanded loudly. But as his men scurried around looking for their uninvited guest Joe heard the same voice.
"I'm right here, Joe."
"What the F#*&?" Joe turned around, pointing his gun in the direction of the creepy voice but no one was there.
"Boss two more of our guys have been taken out," one of the men said.
At that moment four more men dropped to the floor. The remaining men became more wary and alert after few more slumped into unconsciousness. After all the men were knocked out except for Joe, Joe looked around nervously and screamed, "who are you?"
Then a man dressed up in a blue bat eared cowl, mask, cape, boots, gloves and shorts and wearing gray leggings and shirt with a black bat on it appeared right in front of him.
"I'm Batman!" the man said as he grabbed Joe and picked him up menacingly.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: I have put Batman's new stats down here. I'm not going to write all his skills down but mostly the abilities the canon Batman doesn't have and the changes I've made.
If you want to see all of Batman's skills look up Classic Marvel Role Playing Game then go to Profiles then go to D.C. Universe Profiles then go to Batman.
FIGHTING: AMAZING(50) This level of means ultimate human fighting machine
AGILITY: MONSTROUS(75) This level means the ability to dodge rapid machine gunfire with ease
STRENGTH: INCREDIBLE(40) This level is around 10 tons. (This version of Batman can lift/press twelve and a half tons due to his ability to increase his strength with his chi)
ENDURANCE: INCREDIBLE(40) This level means enhanced endurance which is a step beyond what a human being can do.
REASON: INCREDIBLE(40) This means Genius:- Level 1 (one focus); understand alien tech.
INTUITION: AMAZING(50) This means in tune with surroundings; strong hunches
PSYCHE: AMAZING(50) This means indomitable will power
HEALTH: 205
KARMA: 140
RESOURCES: MONSTROUS
POPULARITY: 50
POWERS:
ULTIMATE SKILL: Martial Arts-All.
WEAKNESS DETECTION: Batman's ability to detect weakness is such that he totally ignores the effects of armor, resistance or invulnerability with an intuition
STEALTH: Amazing (This is more of a skill than a power)
HYPER SPEED: Good
BODY RESISTANCE: Excellent Resistance to physical and energy attacks(This is the ability to withstand 1000 pounds of pressure whether blunt or sharp)
PSI SCREEN: Unearthly
PSIONIC DETECTION: Amazing
SPATIAL AWARENESS: Batman's aware of his environment to the point where he has 360 awareness. Allowing him to "see" from every direction. He cannot be blindsided.
GLIDING: Feeble.
MISSILE DEFLECTION: Batman has the ability to deflect energy blasts, bullets and such with an agility roll. He "missile deflects" such attacks so that they seem to pass right through him or miss him all together.
IRON WILL: Amazing. Batman has Amazing control over his body. He can control his body's functions like breathing, reflexes, heartbeat and it's reactions to pain and injury. Batman can halt any of the processes indefinitely. He gains a +1CS in all Endurance feats involving poisons or knockout gases.
HYPER LEAPING: Good.
REGENERATION: Good.
RECOVERY: Good.
INVISIBILITY: Good.
LIFE SUPPORT: Batman can hold his breath for an hour and survive harsh environments.
PRECOGNITION and POSTCOGNITION: Amazing: These abilities are dependent on the data and information Batman has on hand.
EQUIPMENT:
His uniform gives him Remarkable Body Armor(The ability to withstand 2 tons of force) versus physical and energy attacks and cannot be easily removed from him.
Batman can power up his batarangs with ki and increase the damage they do up to Remarkable, blunt or edged. He can also throw them in a ricochet fashion thus hitting several targets at once with an agility feat roll. He can throw them as far as six areas away.
Batman's uniform is such that he can use his cape to glide at Excellent speeds depending on the wind currents and other factors. If necessary he can fly at Typical speeds.
Everything else about his equipment is the same as the canon Batman except the technology of it is a little better.
TALENTS: These talents and skills are in addition to the talents and skills the canon Batman already has.
Martial Arts: All, Ambidexterity, Aerial Combat, Built in compass(always knows his ups or downs, his east or west and so on), Defense Maneuver(ability to take on multiple opponents), Eidetic(Photographic)Memory, Speed Reading, Lightning Calculator, Military, High Pain Threshold, Repair/Tinker, Robotics, Lockpicking, Security Systems, Espionage, Streetwise
SPECIAL: Batman is master of shiatsu and attacking pressure points. On a red roll he is considered to have hit on these pressure points and his target his unable to move for one round. Endurance feats versus the effects of one these nerve attacks are made at -1CS
CONTACTS: Except for some unusual martial arts masters, vehicle making and architecture geniuses his contacts are the same as usual.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is pretty much how the Batman I'm writing is going to be but I might think of something else later.
Because Bruce's great-great-grandfather is Korean Bruce is about six percent Korean. He doesn't look any different from the canon Batman though. He's actually six feet tall weighing two hundred pounds.
Next Chapter: Be here next Bat time, Next Bat channel.
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