Seven years ago, I started and fell in love with Harry Potter. I remember watching the Sorcerer's Stone and my sister seeing me. She then told me that I had to read the books first, to which I responded "Wait, it's a book?"
Anyways, Harry Potter introduced me to how good books can be, and was the first book I actually fell in love with.
Then I found out J.K. Rowling is a butt, so I took a break from it.
Then I separated her from the series I loved and continued loving it!
Then, just last night, I finally saw the last two movies.
Now, you might be wondering why I didn't already see it. It's been seven years. That, my readers, is because my sister hates the sixth movie. And it took me forever to convince her to watch it with me.
Anyways, I saw it, and let me tell you something. There's a reason so many publishers didn't want to do Harry Potter at first. It was such a stupid idea. A kid who goes to a school for magic where he would fight a giant snake, mermaids, and a bald guy with no nose.
It's so crazy how such a stupid idea that eventually got published and would invoke so many emotions. I'm kind of glad I only saw it just now, because I understand the art of filmmaking better, and can appreciate things like the acting and the score and the little details. I read the books. I knew what was going to happen. And the score, acting, visuals, everything, elevated the feels and emotions so much. The movies were incredible. The only problem I have is that when I read the book, I imagined a huge and beautiful spectacle where Harry fixes his own wand with an incredible orchestral song playing. The movie didn't do that, and I was disappointed. And I would have liked the whole Dumbledore story. Either way, the movies were great, and my favorites of the entire series.
"But PlipplopPlipplop, why are you talking about Harry Potter with paragraphs when this is a Batman fic?"
I know some of you are thinking that, so Imma say that both Batman and Harry Potter are owned by WB, and I have an excuse. Just lemme talk about this, I haven't been able to say all this, and would like to share my experience.
Song of the Chapter: Antrozous by Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard
I own nothing but the story.
Once the party was over, he immediately went to a nearby alleyway and pressed a button on his watch. He heard the Batmobile coming a little bit later, and put on his suit. He shot his grappling gun upwards, and it pulled him up to a nearby rooftop.
He looked around, and then saw an explosion at a nearby warehouse. He shot the gun, swinging over to the sight. There, he saw a man in a black tuxedo with a red cape and red, reflective glass helmet walking out with a few thugs.
"Well, men," the man said, "this was quite a disappointing trip, but - "
"But at least we got to blow something up," one of the others said tiredly, a bit annoyed.
The man in the tuxedo stopped. "Is that a hint of annoyance I hear?"
The thug's eyes filled with fear. "No, no, that's not what I meant."
The man in the tuxedo put his hand to his chest, acting hurt. "Y - You don't like my sense of humor?"
The thug shook his head. "No, no, boss, I think it's great!"
The man in the tuxedo wiped his hand against his helmet. "Oh, that's great. For a moment, I thought you didn't."
The thug sighed in relief, and smiled. Then the man in the tuxedo shot him. He walked over to the corpse. "You know, there's something about a smiling corpse … "
He turned to face the others, and looked at them for a few moments before their eyes widened in realization, and they started laughing.
"Good!" the man said. "Now, come on! We've got to find that last piece!"
Batman jumped down then and looked at them.
"B - Boss!" said one, pointing a shaking finger at him. "It's the Batman!"
The man sighed. "Yes, Clyde, I am fully aware of who it is."
"My name isn't Clyde."
"Whatever."
"Who are you?" Batman asked, staring at the man.
"Well, I've never been one to pick my name, but those who I let go did come up with a pretty good one."
He pointed the gun at Batman. "The Red Hood."
He fired, and Batman ran at him, sliding on his knees towards him. He shot the grappling hook at one on the far left, and then threw him into the others once the line was wrapped around his ankle.
He jumped up and grabbed the Red Hood's collar. "Who do you work for?" he growled.
"Why would I tell you? What are you going to do? Kill me? Please. I know what a killer looks like, and you, sir, are no killer."
"That could change any second now."
"Or I could just do this!" the man said, bringing his elbow down Batman's left arm, making him let go. With his right hand ready, he drove a knife into Batman's knee and kicked him away.
"What a pity," he said, looking around at the fallen henchmen. "Then again, these people are very expendable."
He picked up his fallen gun and pointed it at Batman. "Now, we say goodbye."
Sirens suddenly rang through the air, and the Red Hood sighed. "Oh, well."
He tucked away his gun and walked off. "See you later!"
Batman groaned in pain and pulled the knife out. It was the same knife the orange and black man had.
The sirens grew closer, and he saw them stop at the scene. "Freeze!" said one.
"Don't move!" another said.
He looked around at the cops and ran to where he had parked the Batmobile. He jumped in, and saw the police cars coming near in the rearview mirror.
He slammed his foot against the pedal and drove off. The police cars attempted to catch up, but the Batmobile was far faster than them. Suddenly, more came from the left as he drove to an intersection. He immediately swerved to the right, the tires squealing against the street. More were waiting for him.
He stopped, and then looked at the ones coming closer from behind.
"Please step out of the vehicle," one said.
He looked around, and saw a parking garage to his left.
He wasn't sure it would fit, but it was better than nothing. He drove to the left, and into the parking garage. A loud screeching noise was heard as the top of the car scraped against the ceiling. It just barely fit in the building.
He drove up the building, all the way to the top, going as fast as he could. Some drove after him, but he was going somewhere they couldn't follow. When he was up to the top of the building, he drove off of the roof, the booster in the back combined with the amount of speed pushing him forward, and into Gotham Harbor.
He pressed a button, and the Batmobile turned into a Batboat, moving underwater and back to the Batcave.
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