Alfred wasn't sure where he was.. All he knew was that he was surrounded by super freaks. Like himself, but maybe a little bit weirder.
"WHERE IS MY MINISKIRT?" Was what Alfred walked into when he was giving himself a tour around the building. He saw Felix running around what appeared to be a girls room for it had pink fuzzy wall paper and a purple bed spread. Every thing in the room was either pink, purple, white, or rainbow.
"Can I help…?" Alfred stuttered.
"YOU STOLE IT?" Felix demanded.
"Umm…no…" Alfred gapped.
"Oh…well…I think Toris did, I know he like running around in my clothes. I'll catch him doing it one of these days! And he'll be sorry! Oh he'll be sorry!" Alfred nodded and inched out of the room, only to run face to face with the red head from before.
"Oi, laddy, you're in meh way." He stated bluntly. "
"So sorry." Alfred muttered and stepped to the right. So did the red head. Alfred went to the left. So did the red head. This repeated for a couple minutes before the red head was fed up and pick up Alfred hoisted him over his shoulder and placed him onto the ground behind him.
"There yah go." He sighed. Alfred grumbled something to himself about the rudeness of some people and the red head grinned. "You 'ave to be the slowest one 'et." He smirked.
"Huh?" Alfred demanded having walked quite the distance down the hall.
"Don't meh face look familiar at all?" He questioned.
"Little bit." Alfred admitted.
"Take a wild guess!" He smiled.
"My old Algebra teacher?" Alfred guessed. The red head gave him the negative. "Oh, you sure smell like him." He thought. "My old gym teacher? No? Language Arts? Not that either? Drama? Nuh uh? Okay I know this one! Librarian?" The red head looked about to explode with either laughter or anger.
"Ah ain't yah teacha!" He boomed.
"Oh really?" Alfred demanded.
"Yah really."
"You sure you never taught at-"
"I'm sure."
"If your sure…" He sighed, he thought he had nailed it with the librarian bit. "Well if your not my teacher then who are you?" He begged.
"You got to figure that out on your own." He sighed. "But seein' as you're quite teh idiot I'll give you a hint…I've been on at least one of your lunch boxes." Alfred smiled.
"Easy! Alright first lunch box: Batman, second: Pokemon, third: Superman, Forth: Scotland Sun." Alfred finished there.
"Huh? Huh?" The red head demanded.
"Great Gotham! You're Batman?" He demanded.
"Nah."
"A super secret Pokemon trainer?"
"Nope."
"Super man…oh I mean Clark Kent?"
"Not in your dreams! That guys a real sissy!"
"Then that leaves…" Alfred gapped. "Your Steve Irwin!"
"That wasn't even one of the choices!" The red head boomed.
"Scotland Sun…" Alfred whispered.
"Aye." He answered.
"Hey, what's your real name?" Alfred asked looking up at him.
"Iain. Iain Kirkland." Alfred paused. Kirkland?
It's short again. I know! But there his secret identity! I know lame super hero name but he was probably drunk when he came up with it! Heh heh!
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