Before the Plans

#38

Bruce Wayne sat at his desk surrounded by Bialyan soldiers while Psimon paced in the back of the room. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, we are looking for the identity of the Batman and believe you can be of some assistance," Psimon replied.

Bruce silently panicked. He couldn't afford to have a psychic poking around in his head, it was too risky. He smiled at the soldiers and hit a small button under his desk.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you," Bruce said.

He inconspicuously slipped a small pill out of a secret compartment of his desk. It was an experimental drug, and he could only hope Robin would get to him in time to reverse its effects. He took the drug by pretending to yawn then taking a sip of coffee.

"But we believe you do, Mr. Wayne," Psimon sneered, then delved into his mind.

The drugs started working just in time. As Psimon entered Bruce's mind, all his memories disappeared. He forgot about the Watchtower, the Batcave, Robin, the identities of all known super heroes. When Psimon started searching for answers, he turned up blank.

"Something's wrong," Psimon said.

Bruce said nothing. He was terrified. He couldn't remember who he was, where he was, or why all these guys were pointing guns at him. And then there was this freaky pale guy with a see-through head.

Alarms started to sound through the building and Psimon and the guards started to make their escape. Bruce sat still. He had no idea what to do.

Above, on the roof, Robin appeared with his new friend, Kid Flash. Together, they took the soldiers out, but Psimon managed to get away. They ran back to Bruce's office, where they found him hiding under the desk.

"Bruce, are you okay?" Robin asked.

Bruce peeked up from behind the desk. "Please, don't hurt me."

"Holy memory loss, Batman," Robin said, angry.

Kid Flash walked over. "What's going on?"

"Bruce has lost his memory, we have to get it back."

"Can't we just take him to a hospital and let them work it out?"

Robin sighed and pressed a button on Bruce's desk, disabling security cameras. "Wally, how long have we known each other?"

"About a year, why?"

"And I can trust you, right?"

Kid Flash nodded. "Why wouldn't you be able to?"

Robin sighed. "Batman's going to kill me for this, but I'm going to need your help."

Robin reached up and removed his mask. "Hi Wally, I'm Dick Grayson. Bruce over there is Batman, and he needs our help."

Kid Flash stood there, shocked and speechless as Robin put his mask back on.

"All right, what do we need to do?" Kid Flash asked.

"You need to keep everyone else out while I call Alfred. He'll know what to do," Robin ordered.

"You're all nuts," Bruce said from behind the desk. "You're wearing costumes and saying I'm some guy named Batman? Shouldn't you be locked up? I'm going to go find a police officer and turn you both in."

"Keep him here," Robin said, pulling out a small cell phone to call Alfred.

Alfred picked up the phone at Wayne Manor. "Hello, you have reached Wayne Manor. May I help you?"

"Alfred," Robin said into the phone. "We need help. Bruce was attacked by Psimon at WayneTech and seems to have lost his memory. Can you help us?"

Behind him, Kid Flash was busy stacking several items in front of the door as a barricade. Bruce reached forwards and pulled out a paperweight, causing the whole thing to topple down. Kid Flash glared at him and proceeded to speed in front of him as he attempted to leave the room.

Alfred thought for a moment before answering. "Look in the back pocket of your utility belt. There should be a spray that will restore his memory."

"Thanks, I'll call back and let you know how it goes," Robin replied hanging up.

He pulled the small bottle out of his belt and sprayed Bruce. Bruce blinked a couple times, then glared at Robin.

"What was that for? You won't let me leave, and now you spray me!"

Robin frowned. "It didn't work. Why didn't it work?"

Kid Flash stood behind him and started freaking out slightly. "What if we can't fix it? What if he's stuck like this forever? The world needs Batman! Would you become Batman? But you're too young. Maybe I could be Batman. Would you be okay with that? What if he suddenly remembered and decided to kill me for impersonating him? I don't wanna die!"

"KF, shut up!" Robin snapped.

He pulled out his phone and started dialing Alfred once again. Maybe the butler would have an answer for the conundrum.

"Alfred, it's not working," Robin said.

The butler knew he would have to do something drastic. "Hand the phone to Bruce."

Robin went over to Bruce, who was attempting to open the window. "Here, someone wants to speak with you."

He took the phone cautiously and held it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Master Bruce, seeing as you can't remember who you are, I shall be disposing of the Batmobile. Maybe Superman would like it."

"What's the Batmo- Alfred! You can't get rid of the Batmobile! And you can't give it to Superman, he can fly!"

"Very well then, Master Bruce, I expect you home at seven."

Alfed hung up, leaving Bruce trying to remember what had happened.

"We need to plan better in case this happens again," Bruce growled.

He turned to see a slightly cowering Kid Flash. "Hi, Mr. Batman."

Bruce glared at Robin. "Now, what are we going to do with you?"

You wouldn't believe how long it took me to type this. Not because it was hard, but because of my stupid nails. See ya tomorrow.

Have a springy day,

Shadow