A/N- Nananananananananana BATMANN. Okay, Im lame. :)
CHAPTER 4- BATMAN
Bruce Wayne disliked his public image. He hated the constant underestimation of his abilities. He despised the dumbass persona. He was none of these. He was 15, sure, but a hell of a lot faster or stronger than anyone in his grade. He couldn't show it though... He would stand out too much. Day, he went to school, pretending to learn what they were teaching him, and talking to people as if he was their friend.
Night was a different matter. He had been training since the day his parents died. He had become strong, agile, and stealthy. Night time was his realm. The Batman would patrol the city...
The only person knew his secret was Clark Kent. Kent was an odd one. Bruce noticed it the day he joined the school in 8th grade. Both Bruce and Clark were socially bored, and understood more about everyone else than everyone did about them.
It had taken only 3 weeks before Clark told Bruce he knew his secret. It had been an ordinary day until lunch time. Bruce had been leaning on the gym door walls, hitting on half the girls in his class. As the lunch period drew to a close, Clark had walked up to him and waved. Bruce had squinted at him.
"Do I know you, weirdo?"
Clark grasped his arm and whispered in his ear "You can stop the façade, Bruce, I know about Batman." Bruce was taken aback momentarily.
"We need to talk, Kent"
Clark nodded. "Where?"
"Do you like football?"
Bruce had invited Clark to come to their matches.
Clark had tried to play, but ended up breaking his arm. Afterwards, in the hospital, Bruce had talked to him.
"You aren't very good at football are you."
"You can see that, Wayne."
"It's Bruce. Now talk, Kent. How do you know."
"You're not the only smart one."
"No, I'm not, but this is something completely off left field. Why you ask? Because no one even knows the Batman is real. They assume him to be an urban legend. How do you know"
"I guessed"
"I'm going to need better than that, Kent."
"I told you, I guessed. Your physique, your image, all seemed to fit. Plus the facts that you have dark circles, and no one knows where you go at night, not even your foster father...Honestly, what type of cover is that? Alfred does not look like your father. Your parents were murdered by criminals. It's only fair that you'd want revenge. Also, I happen to know a certain Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City, which explains the resources. Two and two dont make three, Bruce."
"I needed moderation. A basic apartment complex seemed like the perfect location. I need to get stronger before I can take down crime in Gotham...I don't suppose you know where to find me, do you, smartass?" Even with all of his maturity and intelligence as the Bat, he still had a sarcastic sense of humour.
"Okay, Wayne. I'm giving you some friendly advice. Now people might say you're too young for this. But I don't agree with them, I believe you are capable, but there is a constant danger, you might get hurt."
"Okay, Kent. There is danger in playing football too, but you don't seem to have a problem in me doing that. Why do you care anyway? It's me risking MY life, not yours. It's not football. But you would know better about the dangers of kicking a ball around, wouldn't you."
Clark sighed.
From that day onwards, Clark would come to Bruce's "Bat cave" every day after school. The Batman worked in a massive cavern directly underneath the apartment complex. Bruce had dug out the location in secret, using his advanced technology. He liked the dark...It reminded him of the Cave underneath Wayne Manor...
He had first gotten inspiration to become Batman when he had fallen into that cave as a child. The idea that Bats could strike fear into the hearts of grown men gave him some sort of clue as to what symbol would terrify criminals. Clark often questioned his motives, but Bruce was determined to bring justice to Gotham. The Batman would go on patrol, and Clark would stay behind, monitoring and guiding him, reluctantly. He wanted to make a difference as well.
They quickly evolved into a working schedule. School in the day, Patrols in the night. Occasionally, Bruce would be too tired to patrol, and Clark would hesitatingly take the costume and scare what criminals he could, though never trying to fight them as he was physically extremely weak, even for a 15 year old. Bruce appreciated his efforts and would regularly anonymously donate money to his Parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent. Clark never liked this, but the Wayne fortune was not reduced in the least by such a small sum.
On this day, Clark and Bruce met up and Bruce suited up for Patrol.
"So, Bruce, how was your Date with Selina? Is she any good as your previous lovers?"
"Interesting."
"Interesting how?"
"Clark, while I appreciate the light banter, there is a robbery happening at a bank somewhere, or an innocent getting mugged. I have to go"
"Whatever you say."
Bruce pulled the cowl over his face and opened the doors to the batmobile. He was about to jump inside when he hesitated. Clark doesn't deserve to be this lonely...I have to know why he would push Karen away like that..."Clark...what happened between you and Karen?"
"No light banter, remember." You little...
Bruce scowled as he revved the ignition and pulled the car into reverse, driving out of the underground entrance to the bat cave. He would have to talk to Clark when he got back.
A/N-Introduction of Batman, and the scrawny Clark Kent...I like the idea of Kent being an odd one before getting his powers...
Anyway, I'm pretty satisfied with this chapter and I really hope you enjoyed it as well.
Coming up next is the enigma's "reincarnation". I took the liberty of making a few creative changes...
