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characters or ideas of their creators.
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Darkness doesn't help your sight. I realize this as I crouch in the corner of this alley, my eyes squinting against the shapeless black objects around me. I sigh impatiently.
"Not much longer, McGinnis." Bruce Wayne's voice says in my ear, about as reassuring as a grindstone.
"I'm not gonna have much luck catching there guys if my legs are asleep." I can almost see Wayne's wry smile as he chuckles.
"You'll survive, Terry." I am Terry McGinnis, and I have been crouched in this alleyway for the better part of an hour; never moving a muscle, waiting in the shadows for the enemy to emerge. I sigh again, glancing at the clock within my mask. 1:00. I'm pretty much screwed for sleep or anything else I have to do tomorrow. There's some kind of test. Trig? No it has to be chemistry.
"Good thing I'm not college bound." I mutter to myself. I'd never survive.
"Go!" Wayne yells. I look up. Three men are poised at the door of the building I'm guarding. Their intent: grand theft convenience-store.
Forget the chemistry.
I explode out of the dark, completely surprising the thieves. They yell, swear, scramble for their guns.
"Look out." Wayne says nonchalantly. I turn around and am met with a fist straight to my chin. Though I missed that, I do not miss the one with a gun aimed at me. I make a wild but spectacular-looking flip into the air and kick his gun away. The three men begin to run. I resist the urge to laugh at the fact that they'll soon run straight into about a dozen police cars.
"Come on guys! We can't fight that Bat-freak!" I feel myself grin from ear to ear. I'm not just Terry McGinnis.
I'm Batman.
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Darkness doesn't help your sight. I realize this as I crouch in the corner of this alley, my eyes squinting against the shapeless black objects around me. I sigh impatiently.
"Not much longer, McGinnis." Bruce Wayne's voice says in my ear, about as reassuring as a grindstone.
"I'm not gonna have much luck catching there guys if my legs are asleep." I can almost see Wayne's wry smile as he chuckles.
"You'll survive, Terry." I am Terry McGinnis, and I have been crouched in this alleyway for the better part of an hour; never moving a muscle, waiting in the shadows for the enemy to emerge. I sigh again, glancing at the clock within my mask. 1:00. I'm pretty much screwed for sleep or anything else I have to do tomorrow. There's some kind of test. Trig? No it has to be chemistry.
"Good thing I'm not college bound." I mutter to myself. I'd never survive.
"Go!" Wayne yells. I look up. Three men are poised at the door of the building I'm guarding. Their intent: grand theft convenience-store.
Forget the chemistry.
I explode out of the dark, completely surprising the thieves. They yell, swear, scramble for their guns.
"Look out." Wayne says nonchalantly. I turn around and am met with a fist straight to my chin. Though I missed that, I do not miss the one with a gun aimed at me. I make a wild but spectacular-looking flip into the air and kick his gun away. The three men begin to run. I resist the urge to laugh at the fact that they'll soon run straight into about a dozen police cars.
"Come on guys! We can't fight that Bat-freak!" I feel myself grin from ear to ear. I'm not just Terry McGinnis.
I'm Batman.