Bruce, Dick, and Steed sat in the Wayne living room, monitoring the
television for a sign of the Riddler. Suddenly.
"This is Marla Higgins, from Channel 9. Commissioner Gordon has
called an emergency press conference that should be starting any minute
now. Here he is." However, the next person who walked into the room was
not Commissioner Gordon, but the Riddler. Gasps of shock arose from the
onlooksers.
Back at Stately Wayne Manor, Bruce and Dick looked at each other,
before leaping into action. Dick turned off the television set, while
Bruce called Alfred and Mrs. Peel on the bat-walkie-talkie.
"It's the Riddler. We'll meet you at city hall in fifteen minutes."
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TheRiddler chuckled. "I asked Commissioner Gordon to call this little press conference. I know who Batman is." Gasps of shock arose from the crowd."
**************************************************************************** ********** The bat-mobile halted to a stop outside City Hall, just behind Steed's rental car. "They must already be inside," Mrs. Peel said. "Indeed," Alfred replied, following her up the steps.
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"And Richard Grayson is Robin, the Boy Wonder," the Riddler finished, seconds before the doors burst open, revealing Batman and Robin. "It's too late, bat-blunders, they already know that you're really Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson." "Really. I had no idea I was Batman," Bruce stepped forward from the crowd, amid laughter. "How about you, Dick?" "I think I'd rather be a real superhero, like Superman or the Flash. Why settle for sidekick?" The Riddler grew increasingly frantic. "No," he shouted. "Don't you see?! It's a hoax! John Steed, the English official visiting Gotham is Batman!" Steed also stepped out of the crowd. "Were you referring to me," he questioned. "Or is there another John Steed of whom I am not aware?" The Riddler looked back and forth between Batman and Steed. "It can't be," he whispered. Then he grew more confident. "Where's your partner, MRs. Emma Peel?" Steed smiled. "Mrs. Peel is at Wayne Manor, resting from her harrowing experience yesterday, when you kidnapped her. Thank you for your concern." The Riddler was flabbergasted. "All right min," Chief O'Hara began in his thick Irish brogue, which hadn't disappeared in all the years he had lived in Gotham City, "Git the trouble-maker out of here, back to where he belongs." The Riddler struggled in the grip of the two youthful policemen. "I'll get you yet," he yelled, eyes blazing. "I'll prove that Bruce Wayne is Batman if it's the last thing I do!" "Get him out of here,' Commissioner Gordon ordered, before turning to Bruce, Dick, and Steed. "Sorry about that Bruce," the Commissioner apologized. "It's quite all right," Bruce smiled, shaking Commissioner Gordon's hand, before turning to Dick and Steed, "Well, it's almost time for Mr. Steed and Mrs. Peel to leave." The Commissioner turned to talk to Batman and Robin, but they had disappeared into thin air.
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Bruce looked down into Mrs. Peel's soft brown eyes. "Are you sure you can't be persuaded to stay a little while longer?" "Sorry," Mrs. Peel glanced over at Steed, sitting sullenly in the rental car. "Steed gets a little cantankerous when he's away too long from his car and champagne." Bruce nodded disappointedly, and began escorting her back to the car. Suddenly, Mrs. Peel had a brilliant idea. She 'tripped' and reached from Bruce. He reached down and supported her by the waist. Steed bristled. Mrs. Peel smiled and looked up at Bruce. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. "It's my pleasure," Bruce replied. "I don't usually fall for multi-millionaire playboys," she laughed before walking the remaining distance to the door of the car. Bruce watched sadly as the car pulled away. Mrs. Peel looked sideways at Steed biting back a grin. "Don't tell me that was an accident," Steed warned. "Don't tell you what was an accident," Mrs. Peel questioned. "The next thing you'll be saying is that you saw a spot of greasy make-up on his collar." Mrs. Peel smiled and laughed before leaning her head on Steed's shoulder. He shifted his weight to wrap his arm protectively around her.
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Back at Stately Wayne Manor, Bruce turned back to the house and sighed dejectedly. What would he do now that Mrs. Peel was gone? He smiled. Dick's education would be improved with a visit to Europe.
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Dick looked out of his bedroom window, and down at Bruce. A moment earlier, Bruce had looked so distraught. Now he looked ecstatic. What was he. "Oh, no," Dick grimaced. "Here comes a trip to England.
THE END.
For Now
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TheRiddler chuckled. "I asked Commissioner Gordon to call this little press conference. I know who Batman is." Gasps of shock arose from the crowd."
**************************************************************************** ********** The bat-mobile halted to a stop outside City Hall, just behind Steed's rental car. "They must already be inside," Mrs. Peel said. "Indeed," Alfred replied, following her up the steps.
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"And Richard Grayson is Robin, the Boy Wonder," the Riddler finished, seconds before the doors burst open, revealing Batman and Robin. "It's too late, bat-blunders, they already know that you're really Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson." "Really. I had no idea I was Batman," Bruce stepped forward from the crowd, amid laughter. "How about you, Dick?" "I think I'd rather be a real superhero, like Superman or the Flash. Why settle for sidekick?" The Riddler grew increasingly frantic. "No," he shouted. "Don't you see?! It's a hoax! John Steed, the English official visiting Gotham is Batman!" Steed also stepped out of the crowd. "Were you referring to me," he questioned. "Or is there another John Steed of whom I am not aware?" The Riddler looked back and forth between Batman and Steed. "It can't be," he whispered. Then he grew more confident. "Where's your partner, MRs. Emma Peel?" Steed smiled. "Mrs. Peel is at Wayne Manor, resting from her harrowing experience yesterday, when you kidnapped her. Thank you for your concern." The Riddler was flabbergasted. "All right min," Chief O'Hara began in his thick Irish brogue, which hadn't disappeared in all the years he had lived in Gotham City, "Git the trouble-maker out of here, back to where he belongs." The Riddler struggled in the grip of the two youthful policemen. "I'll get you yet," he yelled, eyes blazing. "I'll prove that Bruce Wayne is Batman if it's the last thing I do!" "Get him out of here,' Commissioner Gordon ordered, before turning to Bruce, Dick, and Steed. "Sorry about that Bruce," the Commissioner apologized. "It's quite all right," Bruce smiled, shaking Commissioner Gordon's hand, before turning to Dick and Steed, "Well, it's almost time for Mr. Steed and Mrs. Peel to leave." The Commissioner turned to talk to Batman and Robin, but they had disappeared into thin air.
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Bruce looked down into Mrs. Peel's soft brown eyes. "Are you sure you can't be persuaded to stay a little while longer?" "Sorry," Mrs. Peel glanced over at Steed, sitting sullenly in the rental car. "Steed gets a little cantankerous when he's away too long from his car and champagne." Bruce nodded disappointedly, and began escorting her back to the car. Suddenly, Mrs. Peel had a brilliant idea. She 'tripped' and reached from Bruce. He reached down and supported her by the waist. Steed bristled. Mrs. Peel smiled and looked up at Bruce. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. "It's my pleasure," Bruce replied. "I don't usually fall for multi-millionaire playboys," she laughed before walking the remaining distance to the door of the car. Bruce watched sadly as the car pulled away. Mrs. Peel looked sideways at Steed biting back a grin. "Don't tell me that was an accident," Steed warned. "Don't tell you what was an accident," Mrs. Peel questioned. "The next thing you'll be saying is that you saw a spot of greasy make-up on his collar." Mrs. Peel smiled and laughed before leaning her head on Steed's shoulder. He shifted his weight to wrap his arm protectively around her.
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Back at Stately Wayne Manor, Bruce turned back to the house and sighed dejectedly. What would he do now that Mrs. Peel was gone? He smiled. Dick's education would be improved with a visit to Europe.
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Dick looked out of his bedroom window, and down at Bruce. A moment earlier, Bruce had looked so distraught. Now he looked ecstatic. What was he. "Oh, no," Dick grimaced. "Here comes a trip to England.
THE END.
For Now