BATMAN HEROES

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Epilogue

The sky was darkening and Dick Grayson is speeding on Route 112 trying to arrive at Alfred's funeral in Gotham City. Dick looked at his watch and noticed that it was 5:00 pm. Alfred's funeral should have been over an hour ago. He would have made it if it weren't for the black van that had kept cutting him off and going twenty miles below the speed limit off an on for two hours. Dick was not going eighty miles an hour and saw his exit coming up.

Suddenly, the black van pulled up beside him and cut him off. Dick immediately leapt off of his motorcycle and watched it crash into the black van. Dick instinctively used his grappling hook and was now hanging from one of the airborne highway signs, avoiding other cars, which were crashing into both Dick's motorcycle and the black van. A pile-up was forming and there was nothing he could do.

When one of the cars crashed into many of the other vehicles it caused an explosion. Dick swung himself off to the side of the road and just barely out of the way of the explosion. He looked at the cars engulfed in flames. There had to be at least ten cars in the crash and an additional four that had been hit from the explosion.

The black van seemed to be unaffected by the crash or the explosion. It turned around and slowly drove through the flames and towards Dick.

Dick knew something weird was going on so he leapt up and held out his fists ready to fight. Suddenly the back doors of the black van opened and revealed seventeen soldiers wearing black hoodies with their faces painted black. They each carried large black guns.

They marched out of the van and circled around Dick. Dick managed to fight off a few of them but then one of them behind him hit him in the heat brutally with his gun.

The man who had hit Dick looked at the others and nodded. They responded by nodding back and they all helped to tie up Dick and throw him in the back of the black van. The one who had hit him then gave him a shot in the neck to keep him asleep. After giving him the shot he spoke loudly to the driver, "Nightwing is captured Black Mask. We're ready to bring him to headquarters now."

A maniacal laugh could be heard from the front seat and the car sped off into the distance past the exit leading to Gotham City. Two of the soldiers closed the back doors to the van and looked out the windows. They could see themselves passing a sign that said, "Welcome to Bludhaven" and the two soldiers laughed as well.

To Be Continued