Hi Everyone, this is my own twist on Ron Stoppable becoming the one and only Caped Crusader, Read, Enjoy and Review.
I do not own Kim Possible, Disney, Batman or DC Comics, this is simply my way of loving two awesome cartoons.
"SOMEBODY HEL-UMPFHH"
A large gloved hand firmly planted over her mouth was all that was needed to muffle her attempted cry for help. Her tiny arms flailed about as she tried to pull away from the grasp of her attacker, but he was far too strong, her back tensed in pain as he slammed her into the dark alley wall.
And then she saw his eyes…those pale, merciless, cold eyes. His voice aroused new fears inside her she had never felt before.
"Sweet thing, I don't think you should keep screaming….I might end up doing something nasty, like slitting your pretty little throat!"
Her screams died down instantly.
"That's a good girl…"
He moved on to his target, the handbag that was once draped over her shoulder, he emptied the contents on the ground, frowning as he used his foot to separate the packets of gum, make-up and any other invaluable feminine accessory present. He looked back up at her; she took a deep breath as he moved in closer.
"Where's the cash, sweet thing?"
"I-i-i don't have any…"
"Don't lie to me, sweet thing! I'm gonna ask again and you better give me a better answer…"
The tears were flowing down her cheeks now; she lifted her arms in a defensive position.
"No! Please! I don't have any money…please don't kill me!"
The man's hardened gaze softened as he began to appreciate the young lady's physique, a devious grin crept on his face as he once again pinned the crying girl against the wall.
"Well I guess, I'm going to have to find 'something else' to take."
Her eyes widened when she felt the tips of his gloved fingers trace their way up her thigh. She opened her mouth to scream but his reflexes were better and only muffled cries escaped as he started to kiss her neck. In her distress she closed her eyes and called on the only other person she could think ok.
"OH GOD, HELP ME!"
Suddenly the weight that had pinned her against the alley wall was gone; her eyes flew open to a sight that had been more than welcome.
She felt like a princess who had beheld her knight in shining armor for the first time.
She shrunk down into one of the corners as her rescuer took a defensive position between herself and her attacker, his grey overcoat resting comfortably on his frame as if it was tailor made, but what stood out most for her was the bright red cap that adorned his head. Her rescuer spoke, he sounded like someone in his teen years, but he spoke with the level of authority you would only expect from a cop or a soldier.
"You have one chance to surrender, I'm very hungry and not in the mood to pulverize any scumbags tonight, so what will it be, the easy way or the fun way?"
The attacker sneered as he reached into his waist and pulled out a very large butcher knife. She gulped at the sight of the weapon, but her expression changed to confusion when the young man turned to her and handed the bag he had been holding.
"Could you hold this for a second, please?"
She absently nodded as she took the bag, her attention more focused on a set of eyes that had somehow calmed her down, but something was off, she was sure they were black….but were there also flickers of…blue?
The attacker took the initiative and charged at the young man, expecting to catch him off guard, the young lady's eyes widened as her mouth disobeyed her brain's orders to warn her savior...but it wasn't needed, the young man spun around with a kick, easily knocking the knife out of the attacker's hand, speaking with a bit of humor in his voice.
"…the fun way it is."
A very brief pummeling followed, she was sure the attacker wouldn't be getting back up, special thanks to the awkward angle his right leg was bending.
"Now on to more important matters…"
The young man stooped down and placed her things in a small sack that used to be her handbag, then handed it to her as he took back his own bag, she opened her mouth to speak but her rescuer beat her to the punch.
"You shouldn't be walking in this part of the town at this time of the night…are you trying to get yourself killed?"
She furrowed her brow as she tried to think of something to say but he had already taken her by the hand and had led her out of the alley and into a more populated area, there was an odd but comfortable silence as he stopped a taxi and handed the driver a wad of bills, as he ushered her into it.
"Driver, she'll direct you to her home."
She once again built up the courage to say something, but he cut her off.
"Have a good night, and don't worry about thanking me or paying me back, I have a soft spot for red heads."
The young lady unconsciously touched her red tresses as a small pink tinge decorated her cheeks; the taxi had pulled away now and was already beginning to put good distance between herself and the hero, she spared one last look at him as he seemed to disappear before her very eyes. She sighed as she told the driver her address, grateful for everything her 'knight in shining armor' had done.
No, that didn't sound right, her mind replayed the scene of him disappearing in the shadows and a ray of inspiration registered in the depths of her intellect.
"My….Dark Knight."
The same heroic red-capped figure from before was now slowly making his way up a dark heavily forested hill on the outskirts of town, a small smile graced his face as his home came into view.
A small but cozy cabin he had found when he had first arrived in the town, even he had to admit that the rough exterior looked good being caressed by the moonlight, but he didn't have time to think about that, there was something of far more importance that needed his undivided attention.
He was starving. And when a man's hungry, he is hungry.
He sighed in relief as he closed the bulky wooden door behind him, his voice echoing throughout the rooms as he pulled off his cap and coat.
"Rufus! I'm home; I got those chips that you really like."
He raised an eyebrow as he lit a few candles around his living room.
Was Rufus already asleep?
He seemed so full of energy when he left to get them some late night grub. He unconsciously shrugged as he pulled a bag of chips from his bag and sat down on a small handmade wooden stool in front of his ancient fireplace, making sure to get a fire going. A small frown formed on his face as the gears in his head started to spin a bit faster.
Maybe it was for the best that Rufus was asleep, it made what he was about to do next a much easier task.
"Normally, I would be flattered to have an admirer, but stalking me at this hour of the night is just really really creepy bro."
There were a few moments of silence and it would seem to any other person that the young man had been talking to himself and was maybe had a few screws loose, he sighed as he ran a few fingers through his midnight colored locks.'
"Think I'm bluffing? Top left corner of my roof, hanging over the bookcase."
And this time there was a reaction.
Clapping.
A hooded individual landed softly behind the hero, he was wearing black from head to toe, the only exception being a brown facemask keeping his facial features hidden from any prying eyes.
Our hero simply took another handful of chips as he awaited a response from his mysterious visitor/stalker.
"Bravo, bravo; I would have never thought that you would have even sensed that someone else was here, even more sensing where I was, I must admit that I wasn't trying that hard to stay completely hidden, but still, it's quite impressive that you found me."
The hero tossed another log into the fire and turned around to face the hooded man trying to obtain more details another than his horrible English accent.
"I'm delighted to know that I have entertained you, but I'd still like an answer, why you are in my house?"
"Straight to the point aren't we….what was the name that you chose again? Ah yes! Mr. Elliot Jacobsen. Tell me, how did a 17 year old from the 'states' end up in a place like this? I bet your story is simply amazing…"
"You want to know what I find amazing. I keep asking you one simple question, and you keep dodging it. If you're here to kill me, I suggest you save your energy and attack, I'm not going down without a fight."
There was a chuckle from the masked figure as he pointed to another stool close by.
"I assure you I'm not here to fight, do you mind if I take a seat….Mr. Stoppable or can I say Ron?"
Elliot tried his best to mask his surprise.
"Excuse me? You must have me excused with someone else my name is Elliot Jac-"
"Your real name is Ronald Damian Stoppable, born on March 15 1985 to Gene and Laura Stoppable; we both know this to be true."
The hooded figure was now seated and his posture was very relaxed, Elliot narrowed his eyes at the man.
"So let me guess this straight…you enter MY home in the middle of the night, and YOU question ME, if I'm telling the truth about who I say I am? Get the hell out of my house!"
PLOP!
Before the enraged Elliot had even blinked, there was an open manila folder on the ground in front of him; he glanced down at it and frowned, inside there was a picture of Ron Stoppable on one side while the opposite side had a picture of Elliot Jacobsen, both had small scribbling on the area below the photos, the hooded man spoke.
"9 out of 10 facial recognition software identified the both of you as the same person; the other 1 identified you as 'twins', I admit you're very good. You dyed your hair, got contacts, changed some of your mannerisms, even started working out, switched countries as often as someone switches toothbrushes and your paper trail was basically non-existent, it took us 2 years to locate you, an all time record."
Elliot said nothing as he merely stared at both photos.
"Well if you're still in denial, I'm sure of one very talented, very beautiful redhead cheerleader that would just love to see these photos of the new you."
The reaction was instantaneous.
"Leave KP out of this!"
The hooded man chuckled.
"KP? Who's that? Is she a friend of yours, Mr. Jacobsen? Or is it Mr. Stoppable now? Sometimes I get a little confused."
Elliot…no, Ron sighed in defeat.
"I'm asking you one last time, why are you here and what do you want from me?"
"I'm here because I need your abilities, 'we' have a problem and surprisingly you are our only solution."
"We? Problem?"
"Oh my apologies, I haven't introduced myself, my name is Denton , I'm the head sub commander of the League of Shadows, we are the world's best hope in eradicating crime and poverty forever, we do whatever is necessary to…'neutralize' both major and minor threats to the world's political, social, physical and mental health."
"I've never heard of you before…"
"Of course we could never be media stars like Kimberly and yourself, or Team Impossible or even the spandex brothers more popularly known as Team Go, the League of Shadows function above the laws of any land, the justice systems are far too corrupt and cannot be trusted. We will achieve world peace through our own strength and we will do it from the shadows."
Ron bit his lip as he processed this information.
"As creepy as you guys are, you sound as if you already have everything under control, why would you want my help?"
Ron noted that Denton's posture became a little rigid.
"As much as I don't agree with the practice of asking ordinary civilians to assist with our missions, there's something special that you possess that makes you ideal for this assignment."
Ron didn't have to ask.
"My Mystical monkey power."
"Correct, Ronald, your powers would be of great use to us."
"I left the hero scene for a reason, Mr. Denton and I'm not getting back into it just because you guys asked nicely."
PLOP!
Another open folder, and this time the picture inside provoked two very powerful emotions, anger….and fear.
"Even if it was to stop this raging lunatic once and for all?"
Ron's eyes burnt with azure fury, the entire cabin trembled just a bit but it was short lived as the young man calmed himself with a round of deep breathing. A pained groan escaped his lips as he massaged his templates.
"Monkeyfist…no, not again..."
"You are the only person known for having defeated this man; we need you to do it one last time, Mr. Stoppable."
"I'm sorry, but you must not know our history, the last time we fought…Monkeyfist defeated me…in the worst way possible, I've lost too much because of that freak, and I'm certain I'm no longer a match for him, to go after him would be to endanger everyone I care about."
"We know more than you think Ronald, and the last time you were at a disadvantage, one we hope to correct this time around."
"Disadvantage? He is fricking unstoppable! He decimated Yamanouchi in one day, ONE DAY! Sensei, the lunch lady, Hirokota…Yori, we couldn't even find their bodies… none of them stood a chance and then he came after me…Mom…Dad."
Ron gaze fell to the floor as a tear ran down the left side of his face.
"I'm sorry, I know that the scars may run deep, but this is your chance to avenge them, we have a solution."
Ron sighed.
"Whatever scientific device or contraption you have won't work on him, trust me...Wade had hit him with everything he had."
"The League of Shadows is not in any way limited to scientific solutions, but to be honest we were at first very skeptical of the notion that such magical powers existed, but after months of research, we now know how and why Monkeyfist was ever so powerful, have you ever heard of the Gorilla Gauntlet ?"
Ron upon first thought opened his mouth to say 'no', but his mind prevented him as it reached deep in his memory banks for a short conversation between himself and Sensei during his first visit to Yamanouchi.
"Yes…yes I have, the Gorilla Gauntlet of Hiruzen, Sensei said that it belonged to the first ever master of MMP and it was a source of great power, but it had been lost for over 3000 years, wait you're not saying that…"
"Indeed, a few months before his attack on Yamanouchi and your home, Monkeyfist found the Gorilla Gauntlet and sought to complete a ritual that would have given him ultimate mystical power, fortunately he couldn't complete the ritual as the item wouldn't recognize him as the one true 'Monkey Master', he knew that the only way to truly be recognized would be to wipe out all users of Tai Shing Pek Kwar; namely those at Yamanouchi and yourself."
"But that doesn't make sense, if the ritual didn't work, then where did he get the power from?"
"I didn't say the ritual failed entirely, the ritual was merely not complete, just by beginning the ritual it is said that the user's power would grow by over 150% for at least a month, and it was during this time that he launched his attacks."
"But why did he disappear right after? If he thinks he succeeded shouldn't in killing all of us, shouldn't he be trying to get the ultimate power that he's always wanted?"
"As I said before the boost that the artifact provided was temporary, after it wore it out, the device went into a type of 'slumber' that made it useless for 5 years, to escape the wrath of those who he had attacked, he also went into hiding."
Ron's eyes narrowed.
"Are you saying that Monkeyfist is currently at his normal level of power?"
"It would be safe to assume that, but-"
Ron's grip tightened as his knuckles became a pit pale.
"Tell me where he is, get me a ride, and I'll end this once and for all."
"It won't be that easy, even without the boost Monkeyfist has been training non-stop and has a whole new army of monkey ninjas. Even though you've kept fit, I still don't think you're ready to take him on, and that leads me to my proposition. We want you to spend the next three years training with the League of Shadows."
Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Listen, if the information you're giving me is accurate then I will be more than grateful, but I still don't know your intentions, how am I sure that you're not lying to me?"
"You have no guarantee, you just have to trust us…or you could wait for another 3 years and watch Monkeyfist destroy the world one continent at a time."
"How do I know that you're not working for Monkeyfist or anyone else for that matter?"
"Foolish assumption Ronald, if we wanted you captured, unconscious or dead, you would be, the League of Shadows is only interested in protecting this world."
Ron was about to speak again, but Denton pre-empted him.
"Listen, I know this is a lot for you to digest all at once, you have 3 days to make your choice, if you are interested in saving the world AND the people you love, the folder we left on your night stand has co-ordinates for us to meet at, I hope to see you there, until then…"
Denton bowed in respect as he turned his back to leave, Ron's voice made him stop mid-step.
"You think that your league can bring me up to Monekyfist's level in 3 years?"
"The only other option would have been Yamanouchi, but we both know why that is no longer possible."
Ron nodded in understanding as Denton continued.
"But no need to worry, we are no slouches either, isn't that right…gentlemen?"
Ron's face reflected confusion and curiosity mixed, he was just about to question Denton when he felt 4…no make that 6 sharp blades at his neck, his eyes widened.
He hadn't even sensed them creeping up behind him.
"No need to panic, these men are sons of the Shadow, I hope you understand that there is still much more for you to learn, Ronald, and there are skills that can only be honed…in the shadows!"
Without warning, Denton seemed to have just disappeared; Ron blinked as he noticed that the men that were behind him were also gone.
He sighed as he retook his seat.
"And I thought saving that girl would have been the highlight of my night, can I really trust those guys?"
The scurrying of tiny feet could be heard as a pink hairless rodent crept from underneath one of the floorboards, the dirt covered rat smirked at his owner.
"Ron!"
"Hey buddy, should have known you weren't asleep, you went to hide when those guys came didn't ya?"
The naked mole rat merely nodded as he dusted himself off.
"I got those chips you like, they're on the kitchen ta-"
"CHIPS!"
Ron smiled as Rufus ran off seeking his beloved junk food.
"If those guys were telling the truth, then I could beat Monkeyfist, me and Rufus could go back home to Middleton, to our home to our friends to Monique, Felix , Wade, the Possible clan…to Kim.
…...
72 hours had passed.
Denton stood before a small helicopter in the middle of the forest patiently awaiting the arrival of who he hoped to be the league's newest addition. But it was getting late and it seemed that the young man in question wasn't coming. The masked man sighed in disbelief.
"After all of that, he still wasn't convinced? And our leader had such high hopes for him…these next 3 years will be quite boring, I guess we will have to go to Plan B-"
"Hey, mask-dude!"
Denton's eyes widened as he spun around to see a certain blonde haired, blue eyed individual sitting in the passenger seat of the helicopter.
"I don't know who you're waiting for, but I have some training to do, so it would be great if we could get a move on."
Denton smiled behind his mask as he got into the helicopter.
"These next 3 years will really be interesting after all."
"You look different Mr. Jacobsen."
"Sorry? You must have mistaken me for someone else; my name is Ron, Ron Stoppable."
Denton smiled again as the propellers of the helicopter came to life as they achieved lift-off.
"One more question, Denton."
"Yes?"
"Can we stop by a Bueno Nacho; I haven't had a Naco in years…literally."
AND THAT'S IT! The first Chapter of 'The Dark Knight', please really do tell me what you think, comment on the hits/misses anything that comes to your minds, or ask any question you wish I will answer it publically or in private your choice, PM or Review please. Oh and suggestions are noted, I won't promise that I'll accept them, but they'll be noted. Anyways take it easy and have yourselves a good day.