Word Up!!! I have here the Part II of the story. Im sorry if part one was too short, but please bear with me here, its my first time posting fanfics. But in the mean time, enjoi the rest.
Chapter II: Heroworship
*7 years before*
~I never thought something like this could happen to me. I was your average, happy, never-had-a-care-in-world 9 year old, but then on that summer day in May, my life took a turn for the worst. My father died of a heart attack and life was never the same.~
I quickly shrug of the thoughts. I wish I could tell him where I was and who I had the greatest chance of meeting, most likely he would've begged me to come back with a batarang, or at least the Batmobile's air freshener. He was the one who got me hooked up on Batman in the first place.
"Who are you!?" a voice from behind me shouts. Startled, I turn to face what might be an enemy, but instead I stare into ghostly blue eyes. He was indead old, 70 or 75 at best, with a build that shows he could bench a pretty good amount of anything, and a stern look that said "don't mess with me". I knew at once that this was the superhero formerlly known as Batman. "I'll say it again, who are you and why are you here!" he said more sternly than before. I quickly thought of the best excuse I could.
" I got lost and thought this was the way to my home, I just moved to Gothom and I don't know my way around. I apologize if I disturbed you, sir." I say as smoothly as I could. I really hope Bruce Wayne was gullable. And he apparently bought it.
"Take the road. It goes back to the interstate." he tells me. I nodd, say thanks and walk on. They might not strike tonight. But I should stay on alert, incase the theory proves wrong.
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BRUCE'S P.O.V
Kids. At times it seems they'll never learn to take care of themselves. Why me? Has'nt this girl ever heard of maps? But it was odd, that kid seemed really out of place, especially that denim jacket she wore. I shrug it off, I'm probably tierd from my walk. I opened the gate and started to walk up to the house, but then I heard something in the bushes.
"Ace? Is that you boy?" I shouted. It sounded too big to be the dog, but I wanted to make sure. I went off the path, slowly walking to the bush. If it was a mugger or some animal, I could handle it. I tore the bush open... then I found myself on the ground with Ace liking me like mad. "Thats the last time I let out of the house when I'm on my walk." I stood, wipping the dog drool of me. Then I hear something else, a squirrel maybe? Ace tenses, and growls at what ever it was. It seemed to be moving in the trees, then a large shadow like form darts from tree to tree. It tence my body, preparing to fight whatever this thing was.
I was attacked from behind. I had no time to react.
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My sixth sense just kicked in. Oh, slag, not now. I should'nt have left him. The demonites are here! I race back to the Manor with great haist, hoping that they had'nt killed him yet. I finaly reach the gate, then leap over it with great ease. I find him being ambused by six demonites. (Funny. I thought a place like this would generate a greater number than six.) He was on the ground, not moving. Oh God!
"Mr. Wayne! MR. WAYNE!!!" I shout, hoping too get a reaction out of him. The demonites hear me, good, then Bruce will be safe from their wrath. "Hey, you rejects from a bad B-movie, why settle on beating on an old man, when you can fight a Guardian!" They charged at me, talons slashing, fangs chomping, and B.O stinking all the way from here to high heaven. I counter their actions with a fury of punches, kicks, and energy blasts. I destroyed three of them, but the other three proved to be strong. The middle one lunged at me, but was then struck down? By what, pratell? I look up from the body, and see the face of Bruce Wayne, looking at me with concern.
"Are you alright?!" he says. I nodd reasuringly. We turn our attention on the last two demonites. With all our skill, we beat them with the greatest of ease. What? He is the Batman after all. I whipe the sweat from my brow and look at Bruce. Even in his old age his fighting style is still elegent, still beutiful and perfect. I suddenly fell a pain in my shoulder. Blood was seeping from a wound in my arm. Bruce saw it before me. " Your hurt. Come inside. I have a first aid kit." he hustles me into the Manor.
Once inside, he bandaged my wound. My eyes scan the room. This is, or was, the living room, but the word "living" didn't seem to fit in with the picture. He finishes and pats the wound softly.
"For a girl your age, you can fight really good. Were did you learn?" he asked. Oh, slag. I can't tell him now, so I made an other exscuse.
"Im a street fighter. I pick up my moves when I watch others fight." I tell him. He bout it, thank Kami. "Thank you for patching me up."
"I should thank you. You saved me. Those creatures could've killed me, thank you." he holds out his hand. Holy cow! I'm gonna shake Batmans hand! This is so schway, man! I take his hand and shake. Wowzer, this so cool. But he then slouches over in pain. Oh no, his heart, I forgot about his heart problem. I make a mad dash to the kitchen and find his medication. He takes it and calms down. He thanks me again. Geez louize, he's too thankful. In a matter of minutes he's asleep. This seems to be the only time I've ever seen him so peaceful. Feeling that I've over stayed my welcome, I decide to leave. The suns coming up and demonites never come out in the day. But there's something agging me in the back of my mind. The Batcave. This may be my one and only chance to see it, and I'd hate myself for missing this chance. Making perhaps the worst choice in my life, I go to the Batcave. I know were the entrance is, behind the Grandfather clock on the library.
The place is more massive then I ever thought it was. I turn on the lights and see the Batcomputer, old Batmobile, the display case were all the Batsuits were keeped. I walk over an scan it with full attention. I saw the suit Terry wares, Batgirls outfit, Robin, Nightwing, and the original Batsuit. This was a fangirls dream come true. To stand were the greatest detective, stratagist, human fighter who ever threw a punch made all the annalisis and plans to crush the evil that exsists in Gothom. Before I could go wax-rhapsodic even further, I fell somethong smack me in the back of my head. Oh man, I'm busted. I didn't even have look back to know who it was. Why didn't I listen to my wiser half and leave when I had the chance. Dogonit, head full of puddin'. I turn over and find the end of Bruces cane in my face. And speakin' of faces, he looked like he was about to rip me apart.
"Get out!" he screams at me. In a fit of fear, desperatness, and confusion, I blurt a sentence that could jepordize my entire mission: "Well, it's not like I didn't know you were Batman anyway." I slapped my hands across my mouth. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! I blew my cover for sure. Bruce is looking shocked, apperently wondering what I'm talking about.
"What do you mean!?" he shouts. I was still on the floor and covering my mouth. "You better tell me everything, like who you are, and why are you here." Oh boy, the truth comes out. I get up, brush myself off and look at him. " Trust me Mr. Wayne, you wont believe a word I tell you."
"Now, were do I begin...
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So the mystery girl's about to tell her secrets. Who is she? Why is she hear? What does her denim jacket have to do with it? Find out in Chapter III: Explanations and Battles.
Stay tuned! Ja ne!!!
Chapter II: Heroworship
*7 years before*
~I never thought something like this could happen to me. I was your average, happy, never-had-a-care-in-world 9 year old, but then on that summer day in May, my life took a turn for the worst. My father died of a heart attack and life was never the same.~
I quickly shrug of the thoughts. I wish I could tell him where I was and who I had the greatest chance of meeting, most likely he would've begged me to come back with a batarang, or at least the Batmobile's air freshener. He was the one who got me hooked up on Batman in the first place.
"Who are you!?" a voice from behind me shouts. Startled, I turn to face what might be an enemy, but instead I stare into ghostly blue eyes. He was indead old, 70 or 75 at best, with a build that shows he could bench a pretty good amount of anything, and a stern look that said "don't mess with me". I knew at once that this was the superhero formerlly known as Batman. "I'll say it again, who are you and why are you here!" he said more sternly than before. I quickly thought of the best excuse I could.
" I got lost and thought this was the way to my home, I just moved to Gothom and I don't know my way around. I apologize if I disturbed you, sir." I say as smoothly as I could. I really hope Bruce Wayne was gullable. And he apparently bought it.
"Take the road. It goes back to the interstate." he tells me. I nodd, say thanks and walk on. They might not strike tonight. But I should stay on alert, incase the theory proves wrong.
_______________________________________
BRUCE'S P.O.V
Kids. At times it seems they'll never learn to take care of themselves. Why me? Has'nt this girl ever heard of maps? But it was odd, that kid seemed really out of place, especially that denim jacket she wore. I shrug it off, I'm probably tierd from my walk. I opened the gate and started to walk up to the house, but then I heard something in the bushes.
"Ace? Is that you boy?" I shouted. It sounded too big to be the dog, but I wanted to make sure. I went off the path, slowly walking to the bush. If it was a mugger or some animal, I could handle it. I tore the bush open... then I found myself on the ground with Ace liking me like mad. "Thats the last time I let out of the house when I'm on my walk." I stood, wipping the dog drool of me. Then I hear something else, a squirrel maybe? Ace tenses, and growls at what ever it was. It seemed to be moving in the trees, then a large shadow like form darts from tree to tree. It tence my body, preparing to fight whatever this thing was.
I was attacked from behind. I had no time to react.
_____________________________________________________
My sixth sense just kicked in. Oh, slag, not now. I should'nt have left him. The demonites are here! I race back to the Manor with great haist, hoping that they had'nt killed him yet. I finaly reach the gate, then leap over it with great ease. I find him being ambused by six demonites. (Funny. I thought a place like this would generate a greater number than six.) He was on the ground, not moving. Oh God!
"Mr. Wayne! MR. WAYNE!!!" I shout, hoping too get a reaction out of him. The demonites hear me, good, then Bruce will be safe from their wrath. "Hey, you rejects from a bad B-movie, why settle on beating on an old man, when you can fight a Guardian!" They charged at me, talons slashing, fangs chomping, and B.O stinking all the way from here to high heaven. I counter their actions with a fury of punches, kicks, and energy blasts. I destroyed three of them, but the other three proved to be strong. The middle one lunged at me, but was then struck down? By what, pratell? I look up from the body, and see the face of Bruce Wayne, looking at me with concern.
"Are you alright?!" he says. I nodd reasuringly. We turn our attention on the last two demonites. With all our skill, we beat them with the greatest of ease. What? He is the Batman after all. I whipe the sweat from my brow and look at Bruce. Even in his old age his fighting style is still elegent, still beutiful and perfect. I suddenly fell a pain in my shoulder. Blood was seeping from a wound in my arm. Bruce saw it before me. " Your hurt. Come inside. I have a first aid kit." he hustles me into the Manor.
Once inside, he bandaged my wound. My eyes scan the room. This is, or was, the living room, but the word "living" didn't seem to fit in with the picture. He finishes and pats the wound softly.
"For a girl your age, you can fight really good. Were did you learn?" he asked. Oh, slag. I can't tell him now, so I made an other exscuse.
"Im a street fighter. I pick up my moves when I watch others fight." I tell him. He bout it, thank Kami. "Thank you for patching me up."
"I should thank you. You saved me. Those creatures could've killed me, thank you." he holds out his hand. Holy cow! I'm gonna shake Batmans hand! This is so schway, man! I take his hand and shake. Wowzer, this so cool. But he then slouches over in pain. Oh no, his heart, I forgot about his heart problem. I make a mad dash to the kitchen and find his medication. He takes it and calms down. He thanks me again. Geez louize, he's too thankful. In a matter of minutes he's asleep. This seems to be the only time I've ever seen him so peaceful. Feeling that I've over stayed my welcome, I decide to leave. The suns coming up and demonites never come out in the day. But there's something agging me in the back of my mind. The Batcave. This may be my one and only chance to see it, and I'd hate myself for missing this chance. Making perhaps the worst choice in my life, I go to the Batcave. I know were the entrance is, behind the Grandfather clock on the library.
The place is more massive then I ever thought it was. I turn on the lights and see the Batcomputer, old Batmobile, the display case were all the Batsuits were keeped. I walk over an scan it with full attention. I saw the suit Terry wares, Batgirls outfit, Robin, Nightwing, and the original Batsuit. This was a fangirls dream come true. To stand were the greatest detective, stratagist, human fighter who ever threw a punch made all the annalisis and plans to crush the evil that exsists in Gothom. Before I could go wax-rhapsodic even further, I fell somethong smack me in the back of my head. Oh man, I'm busted. I didn't even have look back to know who it was. Why didn't I listen to my wiser half and leave when I had the chance. Dogonit, head full of puddin'. I turn over and find the end of Bruces cane in my face. And speakin' of faces, he looked like he was about to rip me apart.
"Get out!" he screams at me. In a fit of fear, desperatness, and confusion, I blurt a sentence that could jepordize my entire mission: "Well, it's not like I didn't know you were Batman anyway." I slapped my hands across my mouth. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! I blew my cover for sure. Bruce is looking shocked, apperently wondering what I'm talking about.
"What do you mean!?" he shouts. I was still on the floor and covering my mouth. "You better tell me everything, like who you are, and why are you here." Oh boy, the truth comes out. I get up, brush myself off and look at him. " Trust me Mr. Wayne, you wont believe a word I tell you."
"Now, were do I begin...
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So the mystery girl's about to tell her secrets. Who is she? Why is she hear? What does her denim jacket have to do with it? Find out in Chapter III: Explanations and Battles.
Stay tuned! Ja ne!!!