All right so here comes the new chapter! Please consider reviewing! Oh yeah and thanks for reading my last chapter! Sorry the letters from the last chap are all bunched up and it's kind of hard to read it, I'm still trying to figure out how to work this website. I'm such a newb. -_-

"Ready"

So it's been like two weeks since my dad found out about my plans, I know you won't believe this but I told him

it was a costume I was planning on wearing for Halloween. Ugh, I know that's the worse excuse I could invent

but come on! How would you respond if your dad looked at you dead in the eye and asked you what in the world

do you have a skin-tight jumpsuit for? I can't be too sure if he actually bought it or not, but I somehow got out

of it for some reason. Ugh I know this isn't the last time I'm going to hear about this, on the upside, I heard that

some stupid kid smuggled a lighter to school. Which I guess wouldn't have been too bad, if he hadn't decide to

use it in the library by the windows with the flammable drapes. Veronica told me that the kid got suspended

from school, if it were me, I would've kicked him out. But I guess that's why I'm not in charged. I can't

completely forgive people that easily when they've done something horrible. Like how when my mother left my

dad and I to die on our own just so she could start a new life without us. And because of that, my father has

been looking like he doesn't care about me anymore; in fact it looks like he doesn't care about anything

anymore. I bet the only reason why he got so mad when he discovered my costume laying around inside my

closet was because he didn't want all the time he spent busting his ass trying to raise me on his own all these

years go to waste. Trust me, we can barely keep up with the bills and the money that we throw to school

supplies and clothes. Well maybe not that much on clothes, we actually get our clothes from Goodwill. I can't see

any good coming our way- why do I keep saying "our", like as if my dad and I are really in this together. I'm on

my own, but you know what that's fine, that's perfectly fine. Thank goodness it's Saturday, so I don't have to

wake up and see my stupid teacher's faces today, nor my best friends either. I know that sounds bad, but all she

does is talk about how happy her now boyfriend Luke makes her. And trust me I don't need to hear about how

happy she is with her boyfriend or what not. Anyways I get up from my bed and go to the kitchen to get

something to eat. I get to the cabinets and shuffle around to find anything to eat, all I found was some crackers

and a half empty box of corn flakes, and they're the plain non-flavored corn flakes. Great. I turned around and

opened the refrigerator, luckily for me there was still some milk left on the carton. I would've lost my mind if

there weren't. I pour some onto a mug, grab a spoon, jump into the couch and turn on the TV. "-And the man

was still stuck on the toilet by his own son until the fire department came and helped. In other news-" Geez,

don't they have any other stupid things to report? This is Gotham City for the love of- "Billionaire Playboy Bruce

Wayne is donating money to the public school of Gotham North, the library of said school has been burn down by

a student who is now suspended for three days and of course will not be attending the press conference Wayne's

people have organized when the library is finished remodeling-" Whoa! Wait what did he say? Bruce-freaking-

Wayne is coming to my school?! "-You know what? I'm glad that someone around here is finally doing

something to help out our community, don't you think so Vicky?" asked the reporter. "Oh, please he's done more

that just helping our community, he's helped Gotham with it's transportation, donating to charities, and he's

supplied all of Gotham's remaining hospitals with money so they can get the tools they need to help heal the ill

and the injured faster." Said the always-annoying reporter Vicky Vale. "Wow, you seem to know a lot of what

Bruce Wayne has been up to, sounds like you have a crush on him." Teased the male reporter. Oh god, this is

going to be one of those awkward but hilarious embarrassing moments to happen to reporters on TV during the

news. "What? Me have a crush on him?! Atta, ugh- you don't know what you're talking about!" Said Vicky now

visibly blushing red. "Uh-huh, sure I don't." he said. Vicki now looking like she is going to pass out since she

probably thinks Bruce Wayne is watching this right now turns and tries to change the subject. "Umm…" she says

anxiously looking through her papers, "We will now go to a commercial break…" she says nodding to the

cameraman behind the camera. "Are we off?" she asks. Well, that's all I need to see of the news today. I proceed

to lift the remote and change the channel to watch some Saturday morning cartoons, yes, I still watch cartoons-

AND YOU BETTER BE OK WITH IT! I watch sitting there, watching a cat and a mouse fight on TV, and just realize

what the heck just went down. Bruce Wayne is going to come to our school! But wait, why should I care? He's

all- rich and has everything a man could ever wish for, sports cars, money, pretty women, money, all the finest

clothes, oh and did I mention money? Why should I be excited to see someone who has a better life than me

come to our school for like two seconds and then leave like nothing happened? He's just another Gotham City

spoiled, arrogant brat, right? Whatever, I also noticed how my stupid dad isn't here, where is he? He's probably

at the bar drinking he's butt off again, gross. Oh no, he is probably wasting all of our savings again; there I am

saying "our" again. Speaking of which, where could he have hidden my bow and arrows? It doesn't matter

anyway; I have my crossbow/grapple hook that I made by myself using my own money that I earned by selling

my old toys and clothes that don't fit anymore. My room feels kinda empty now that almost all my stuff is gone

besides my bed and my nightstand. All I have now is a few bags of marbles, a full bag of loud party poppers, a big

pocketknife, and some left over pepper spray that I found on my dad's bedroom. Oh and If you're wondering

what was I doing in my dad's bedroom, it's because I thought he would've hidden my bow and arrows in his

room, I guess I was wrong. Also I finally got a few ninja stars and some throwing knives from that guy that sells

weapons down the street. He's bound to get caught by the police, ha, that's funny, "the police". What I meant to

say is that Batman is bound to get him. Right? Doesn't Batman do detective work or something? Whatever, I

drop off my mug at the sink; I go to my room and do what I was meant to do today, I get the throwing knives

from under my bed and start putting them around where the forearms are supposed to be in my costume. I

gently put the ninja stars around where the thighs of my suit are because this is just an easily-to-tear-up black

and silver clothing, there's no armor at all. Geez, I really should think about putting some armor on. I attach my

grapple hook to the belt of my pants and fill up a small black pouch full of the marbles that I have and another

one for the party poppers. This sounds stupid I know but I've watched a lot of action and karate movies growing

up since my mom used to smuggle me in the movie theatre. She would buy me one child ticket and she would

buy herself a ticket too. We would go in early in the morning, meant to see one movie and then come out 7

movies later. I know, that's ridiculous, and it's also ridiculous how I think I can pass by crime fighting with

criminals with guns and huge knives just by depending on a few moves. But I've seen real fights occur outside

my apartment window where thugs would fight over which one of them would work for Two-Face or Joker. And

those fights would end up bad, very bad. Anyways I finish putting all the stuff I need, I take a good look at it,

and it looks good lying on my bed but how would it look on me? I go inside my closet, change, and grab my

costume. I also prepared a mask for myself; it's just actually just a black piece of cloth that I got from one of my

father's old blankets that he doesn't use anymore. I get out of my closet and scoot around deep in my

nightstand and found it. Oh and I almost forgot, I knew something was missing. I also get out the little set that

comes with the grey colored contacts Vero gave me. (I call her Vero for short.) I go to the bathroom and I put

them on my eyes carefully. Whoa, I look weird. I get back to my bedroom and get my mask and slowly put it on

in the bottom half front of my face stretching it and tying it up on the back of my head. I turn around and look

in the mirror. I look at myself wide-eyed and suddenly thinking-no, knowing, I'm ready.

A/N: So… how was that? Too cheesy? Especially with the "weapons" part? Is the story a little boring? I understand, though, can you please review for me? I'll also accept PM's for any other stories I can do. :D