Dear Batman

by UltimateSpiderPool

Bruce Wayne (aka Batman) receives a call for help in the form of an encrypted message. The sender, a young boy named Jayden, is being hunted by an unknown evil... but refuses any help unless it's in the form of advice. Read as Batman tries to steer Jayden away from danger and how his actions are affected by it...all the while clueless that he's getting help from the Batman himself.

4. Chapter 4

Dear Gothamite,

I followed your advice. I went to a populated area. And did I mention how greatly I dislike people? Seriously, I got the middle finger from twelve different hobos, and anytime someone strikes up a conversation it solely consists of cussing. Like, flat out CUSSING. Damn! I'm actually starting to miss Jersey! Oh, and don't think I overlooked that comment about guessing my age by my writing style, know-it-all. If I had to guess, you're an old man by the way you write a letter. Not really, I'm just super pissed at Gothamites right now. But I understand why you're all "no funny business" about me comparing myself to the Joker. Seeing as you live in Gotham, you probably witnessed a lot of the attacks. I'm gonna leave touchy subjects be, so my family doesn't get brought up on your end. Anyways, I agree that you shouldn't waste your time feeling sorry for me... I hate pity more than cussing hobos. Although I do feel a moment of silence is necessary for the loss of my beloved WiFi... may it rest in piece. The first bit of advice you gave me seems to be working since I haven't been malled in my sleep yet. But you don't have to worry about the trash phone running out of battery. While I was dumpster diving (don't judge, I'm fleeing for my life) I pulled together some useful junk like the solar power thingy on calculators, metal wire from who knows where, something I think is a conductor of electricity, and a truckload of chewed gum to stick it all together. Okay, so maybe it was a little more complicated than that, but who am I to bore you with the details? Anywho, I'll contact you if I start to hear voices in my head or if the shadows come back. Oh yeah, and if Moldy Harvey starts calling me names again... I'll need you to call his parents.

BJ🌙

Dear Preschooler,

I'm glad you're making so many new friends in our fine city, even if their characters are somewhat questionable. It's good to hear that you're not in immediate danger, but I can't help but wonder how you're getting food? I'm not accusing you of stealing, I'm just worried. I'm also a little (a lot) impressed that you built a POT charger for the POT phone, considering it's literally a piece of trash. I'm not so impressed by your inaccurate guessing of my age. Just because my writing is better than yours doesn't make me an old man. If the senile can write better than you, then I wonder what will become of the next generation. Back to more serious matters, I hope you were joking about hearing voices. Going insane isn't completely impossible in your situation, so I wouldn't talk about it unless you're being absolutely serious. Not to be a killjoy... but, yeah, being crazy's a killjoy. Don't hesitate to contact me if and when the shadows turn up, and if Moldy Harvey cusses you out again I want to be the first to know.

Bruce👤