If you haven't read my introduction in the story/chapter, you should do so. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. I give credit to Annabelle, Davy Jones, and Lizard, as they would like to be called for privacy reasons.
BATMAN'S CULT
Powell looked around from where he stood. It was unusually windy for a March evening. He looked nervously from the top of the building. "I will be a superhero!" he thought. Taking a deep sigh he lunged off the building. "HOLY CRAP I'M FALLING!" he screamed. Out of the dark a shadowy figure swooped and grabbed Powell. As fast as he came he dropped Powell near the ground and was off. "Wow... he stole my heart!" Powell sighed dreamily. What he didn't see was the Batman signal in the sky.
Then he kidded with himself, "Stole my heart? What, I'm gay now?" But this was beside the point. He had to find out who saved him from an awful fate. So he asked everybody he knew he could count on. They either said, the Teen Titans, the Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Superman, or the man of the NIGHT himself, BATMAN. For some odd reason or attraction or sense of belonging or whatever that couldn't be explained, he knew in his heart that his hero was Batman. So he joined a cult and wore a robe that supported Batman, almost to the point of stalker/papparazzi and worshipping.
Then he thought it was weird and stopped.
He went to the theater the next day to see Superman Returns. His new hero is Superman Superman!
Clark Kent is his hero!
"I love my hero" he yells to the people in the street.