The point of veiw in this story is a little different. It's first person from the four main characters. I tried my best to make sure you can tell which person's view is being shown.

This story is based on me and some friends of mine. Anything batman is not mine, but all ideas are mine. Most of the characters don't really belong to anyone, being as they are based off real people.

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Accidents Happen

"I really really hate convertibles, you do know that right?" I complained from the backseat of the little black car as it sped down the freeway.

"What Liz?" the driver exclaimed as he turned to the passenger, "Did you hear a damn word she said, Rose?"

"Not one..." Rose said bluntly.

I leaned forward, head between the front seats and yelled, "I said, you are a horrible driver Justinand I hate your piece of shit car!"

The road was pretty clear, Justin swerved in and out of the traffic like a madman. I always hated riding in his car, especially in the backseat. The wind roared in my ears, no wonder he couldn't hear me. I couldn't hear myself.

"I am wonderful at driving, you need to just shut up," Justin exclaimed indignantly. Took him a few minutes to figure that one out. He's never been the brightest crayon in the box.

"Oh give me a break, Justin! You're gonna get us all killed someday. I'm surprised you've lived this long!" I egged him on, he was so fun when he was angry. He fought back a little, attempting to defend himself. I kept at it, picking him apart with words. His girlfriend, who was also my best friend, just sat there in silence. Rose knew not to get involved in these little games, she was smarter than that.

Justin was getting heated. His voice was raised. I was trying so hard to keep my laugher inside. "You are such a momma's boy!" I continued, a slight giggle escaping on the last word.

"I AM NOT!" he shouted, turning in his seat to make sure I heard him. His head was turned only a second, but that was long enough.

"JUSTI..." Rose screamed hysterically, her voice being cut off the sound of screeching brakes. I looked forward to see a truck spread across the entire freeway, the ground was covered with what looked like green slime, but that wasn't the worst part. Before I could even recognize it, Justin's little black car hit a huge metal chemical container.

Seatbelts would have been nice. I was flying through the air, watching the scene in front of me play out. I tried to scream but not sound came out. Someone was screaming at first, then all the sound in my world faded. It was almost like a slow motion replay. This is gonna hurt, I hoped for a quick death, but hitting the payment, bouncing a bit, and hopefully smashing my brains all over I-5 was not in the plan for me. I was speeding through the air, heading straight for an open vat of smokey green slime.

Oh fuck, this isn't my lucky day...