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.

14. Chapter 14

Dear Dum Dum,

Even though you are by far one of the stupidest kids I've ever made contact with, I do know of a few people much more deserving of that reward than you. It's nothing to be disappointed about, being an idiot isn't an admirable quality. I'm still finding it hard to believe that a kid like you had such an... odd family. And when you said your father was a weapons dealer, my mind immediately assumes that they were illegal weapons. Stop me if I'm wrong though, it's not like you've been exactly open about anything until you got shot with a machine gun.

Bruce👤

Dear Douche,

Yeesh, can't a kid keep a few secrets from a complete stranger? It's not like we're best buds and I'm expected to let you read my diary (I don't have a diary, it was a figure of speech). But I can see how it would be annoying for me to ask for help and not give you anything in return, so I'll bite. Yeah, my dad sold illegal weapons. Oh, the horror. It's not like he ever actually killed with them... he just sold them so other people could. Sure, it's a horrible way to live, but it was the business passed down to him by his father, plus people already depended on him for supplies. Excuses excuses, they're not mine, but his. My mom always lectured him about how he wasn't helping mankind by selling them guns to shoot themselves with, but in the end she needed the money for her experiments. She wasn't an evil scientist if that's what you're thinking, she made breakthroughs in chemistry and biology and sold them to companies to do good with. Most of the work she did was on curing diseases. My mom was the hero and my dad was the villain. My sister Cody took after Mom in the superhero area, and I guess I kinda followed in my father's evil footsteps. But we were a happy family. There was always laughing in the house when everyone was together, most of it coming from Cody. She was the lightbulb to my Dark Ages to put it poetically. It's not fair that someone so good had to die. Anyways, I'll be escaping from my pristine white grave with its putrid medicine smell now. Don't expect to hear from me until I'm in a galaxy far far away. And if the Jell-O company sues for leaking their secret ingredient, tell them I'm sleeping with the goldfishes.

BJ the Bad Guy🌙