And I'm still unsure at this point whether or not to make this a oneshot or keep going.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Batman related.
"What the fuck-" My attention span was broken and I turned my eyes to the man who said it: the driver, causing the conversation the stranger and I were having to come to a halt. That wasn't the only thing that stopped, but so did the bus in a fit of wheels screeching on the road. If I hadn't grabbed onto the rod to my side I would've been thrown down the aisle with ease. Instead I was tossed to the ground once I let go. The yelp I let out alerted Matt, the man who I had just met, and he helped me up as the bus turned into a pit of chaos. All sense of control was out the door and I stood up to see what turned a calming ride into a fit of disorder. I felt like I had concrete on my arms and legs, it was like a nightmare that made you go in slow motion and you couldn't do anything about it. The sight caused my pulse to quicken to an unnatural tempo, my heart beat to the point it felt like it was going to rip out my chest, and my breathing hitched in my throat. A slew of Goosebumps overwhelmed my body that was now cooling off beyond average from the fright of the image laying before my eyes.
It was hard to swallow as I looked out at the burning mass, which was barely recognizable but unmistakably a cop car. One could barely make out the two figures perched on top. The flames were like claws, licking their shoes and slowly building up to envelope the whole of them. They stood there strung to a support, completely and utterly lifeless; heads hanging down facing the ground below them in defeat. No sound was emitted from my throat as words failed me, but that was not the case with those surrounding me. Once silent, the only sound that could be heard was those of loud, sharp, and piercing cries as the patrons clambered to get out.
With force, the doors were broken open and they were out running about like test subjects. I just stood there frozen in place, fingers grasped around the pole and knees unable to budge. I couldn't turn away from the sight that disturbed not only my mind but my heart so much. If you looked closely enough, one could barely make out the face paint decorating the fallen faces. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I came to realization that none of us were going to make it out alive. Because that's how he wanted it.
He was an ominous figure, a villain; a word in itself that seemed to be only a fable. Reserved for those in comic books or movies. He was the guy you always heard about, the guy you always saw on the news but never in a million years thought you'd run into him. The guy you never took seriously because you knew you'd never run into him. No, that was set aside for people completely unrelated to you; the less fortunate.
And here I was: proven wrong.