I hear something. A sound so slight that if I wasn't a master at making it
myself, I wouldn't have heard it. I creep around to the side of the
building, staying as close to the wall as I can.
Slowly, Wayne always said. Go slowly and silently.
There, around the corner of the building, are a bunch of thieves known as the Jackrabbit Syndicate. Where they got their ridiculous name I have no idea, and I don't plan on bothering to find out. All I know is that they're planning to break into this building and steal a half a million of hard- earned dollars.
And that it's my job to stop them.
I slide open a window to the building and position myself right behind the door they're about to blow.
Surprise is your best defense, McGinnis. I know Wayne, I know.
I hardly listened to him. I made a lot of mistakes. But 12 years on my own have taught me a few things. Most of them lessons from him that I never understood until now.
Now that I'm alone.
And even while I'm alone, every move I make I can hear his criticisms or comments, rating me on what I'm doing.
The thieves slip in the door. They're experts at moving without being seen, and experts at noticing others who can't be seen. But they don't notice me. I shut the door. I hold my breath, waiting for one of them to notice.
One of them does. He doesn't say any words, just whistles softly to his superior and starts to look around warily. He doesn't realize where I am until I'm standing right behind him, practically breathing down his neck, and tap him on the shoulder.
The thief, up until now a complete professional and one of the better thieves I've seen, lets his resolve go and screams.
I can imagine Wayne chuckling even as I desperately try to fight off the 5 that swarm in around me.
If you can beat one, you can beat seven just like him. I used to think that was easy for Wayne to say, seeing as how he was always back in the cave, out of danger. But Wayne never said anything that didn't have meaning of some sort. Nothing was meant to be taken at face value.
Within 10 minutes, I have them all out cold. The ever-punctual-but-never-in- time police show up. Commissioner Gordon, still alive but starting to look weathered, steps out of the car and notices one of my thrown batarangs still stuck in the wall.
"Well boys, you can chalk another arrest up to Batman." She mutters, glancing around as if I'm going to descend on her at any moment.
I laugh under my breath and steal silently away.
Slowly, Wayne always said. Go slowly and silently.
There, around the corner of the building, are a bunch of thieves known as the Jackrabbit Syndicate. Where they got their ridiculous name I have no idea, and I don't plan on bothering to find out. All I know is that they're planning to break into this building and steal a half a million of hard- earned dollars.
And that it's my job to stop them.
I slide open a window to the building and position myself right behind the door they're about to blow.
Surprise is your best defense, McGinnis. I know Wayne, I know.
I hardly listened to him. I made a lot of mistakes. But 12 years on my own have taught me a few things. Most of them lessons from him that I never understood until now.
Now that I'm alone.
And even while I'm alone, every move I make I can hear his criticisms or comments, rating me on what I'm doing.
The thieves slip in the door. They're experts at moving without being seen, and experts at noticing others who can't be seen. But they don't notice me. I shut the door. I hold my breath, waiting for one of them to notice.
One of them does. He doesn't say any words, just whistles softly to his superior and starts to look around warily. He doesn't realize where I am until I'm standing right behind him, practically breathing down his neck, and tap him on the shoulder.
The thief, up until now a complete professional and one of the better thieves I've seen, lets his resolve go and screams.
I can imagine Wayne chuckling even as I desperately try to fight off the 5 that swarm in around me.
If you can beat one, you can beat seven just like him. I used to think that was easy for Wayne to say, seeing as how he was always back in the cave, out of danger. But Wayne never said anything that didn't have meaning of some sort. Nothing was meant to be taken at face value.
Within 10 minutes, I have them all out cold. The ever-punctual-but-never-in- time police show up. Commissioner Gordon, still alive but starting to look weathered, steps out of the car and notices one of my thrown batarangs still stuck in the wall.
"Well boys, you can chalk another arrest up to Batman." She mutters, glancing around as if I'm going to descend on her at any moment.
I laugh under my breath and steal silently away.