THIS IS NOT A BASH FIC! Its just based on a joke that me and a friend came
up with while watching one of the Batman movies on DVD.
It was a dark, starry night in the city of Gotham. The woman shrieked as the sounds of gun fire came from behind her. The bullets either hit Batman's bullet proof chest protector or missed entirely, braking windows and panging of the cement of the surrounding buildings. Batman and the woman turned the corner and ran out into the open street. The sound of screeching rubber came to their ears, loud and clear. An old 1940s car rounded the corner, secret side compartments opened and machine guns spewed tracer rounds into the open street.
"Quick, get into the car!" Batman yelled over the noise of whizzing bullets.
"Which car?!" the woman shrieked.
Regardless of Batman's answer she ran to a gigantic black car with a rocket engine.
"Mine is the yellow Honda!"
"WHAT?!?!?!"
"Come on!"
The pair ran across the street again, passing the expensive looking car with the rocket engine emplaced in the back. They ran to the mustard yellow Honda and were going to get in but they were caught in a well placed shower of bullets.
"Shields!" Batman yelled. The piss-yellow Honda suddenly sprouted equally ugly armor plating over all of its windows and vital spots.
"Weapons!" Batman yelled. The car simply rolled over to the Gangsters.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"MY EYES!"
"YOU BASTARD! YOU BROKE THE GENEVA CONVENTION!!!"
It was a dark, starry night in the city of Gotham. The woman shrieked as the sounds of gun fire came from behind her. The bullets either hit Batman's bullet proof chest protector or missed entirely, braking windows and panging of the cement of the surrounding buildings. Batman and the woman turned the corner and ran out into the open street. The sound of screeching rubber came to their ears, loud and clear. An old 1940s car rounded the corner, secret side compartments opened and machine guns spewed tracer rounds into the open street.
"Quick, get into the car!" Batman yelled over the noise of whizzing bullets.
"Which car?!" the woman shrieked.
Regardless of Batman's answer she ran to a gigantic black car with a rocket engine.
"Mine is the yellow Honda!"
"WHAT?!?!?!"
"Come on!"
The pair ran across the street again, passing the expensive looking car with the rocket engine emplaced in the back. They ran to the mustard yellow Honda and were going to get in but they were caught in a well placed shower of bullets.
"Shields!" Batman yelled. The piss-yellow Honda suddenly sprouted equally ugly armor plating over all of its windows and vital spots.
"Weapons!" Batman yelled. The car simply rolled over to the Gangsters.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"MY EYES!"
"YOU BASTARD! YOU BROKE THE GENEVA CONVENTION!!!"