There is nothing better than a long shower after a hard day of work. There was alot more killings in Gotham than usual but no one can explain why. As I am washing my body one image enters my mind. The mystery behind batman.
Alfred had just bought me my breakfast and I was sitting in the Wayne mansion, debating with myself about the killings last night. How could I have missed the guy?! He was right there and I missed him. Silently cursing myself I put the breakfast on the cabinet and go over to the piano, pressing in the keys the bookshelf turns and I walk through to my Batcave/layer. Tonight, I would catch the bastard.
As I turned on the TV the news came up saying Batman has been caught. That terrified me. If someone had the Batman what would they do with him. Leave him to die or beat him till he reveals his true identity. The thought was horrible, I had to find out who had this man and I would go kill him myself for stealing someone so important.
" " Alfreds voice rings out as the bookcase opens again. I pull on my mask and turn to him. He gestures to the television and I follow him back inside. Seething at the news of Batman being caught. Now I had to stop the killers and save whoever this was. I go back through to the Cave and climb into the bat mobile and fly it up and out. Anger building up within me.
I run out to my car and drive away as fast as my car would go. There was no way I could do this alone but who could help me. Commisioner Gordon was on a break and the rest of the officers were dissapearing one by one. I needed a man who would never leave my side. One name popped into my head... Bruce Wayne