batman and the evil of gordo

by SteveBuschettiBollagnese

batman is rushed out of his peaceful sleep so that he can take down the crazy cyclepath Commodore Gordon. but is all as it seems, and will the reign of tyranny of grodon be the only thing that comes tumbling down? this is the majestic debut of Steve.

one day bruce wayne was asleep in his bed dreaming of ihtting men in the face. Then all of a sudden alfed walked in the room and started saying loudly 'master wane, it is time to get out of bed and be the batman'

'no alrfred today I will just sit in and watch all the episodes of never mind the buzzcocks that I taped off of telly thanks' said bruce lazily, as he turned back over in his bed and put his head really far underneath the pillows and did a really big yawn so that alfred would just go away.

But afred had started to go selion because he was old so he said 'no master wane, there is a man who is round at gothan city school knocking over all the curtains off of the walls and it is really frightening all the pupils so you have to stop him' said alfred annoyingly. 'dang and blast' said bruce sighingly as he jumped out of his bedroom and ran sexily downstairs to the door that went into the batcave. As he ran past, he grabbed a carton of frijj and a packet of jammy dodgers and shoved them all in his mouth at once for energy. 'delicous' he said. He ran more until he was down in the bat basement where his big talking computer, christoph, was. 'hello senor wane' it said, because he had bought it on his holidays in mexico last year. 'hello cristoph, I need you to find who the man is that is knocking down things in the gotham school as we speak.' said wane seriously, putting one of his hands under his chin so that cristoph knew that he meant business.

cristoph made a humming noise then said 'si, I have detetced that the man is actually your old nemsis commodore gordon.'

'that big shite. well then tell me what gordo has so I know what of my weapins to bring along to fight him.'

cristoph strained really hard and then said 'he is holding the airgun from no country from old men and he is shooting down all the things from the walls and laughing. please, compadre, you have to stop him for the future of our nation.'

but bruce was already gone from the room quicker than the strawberry cremes from a box of roses. A single pixely tear ran down cristoph's face 'may the great shiva bless you bateman.'