Nighthawk Ch. 2 Down Home
Just outside of Gotham, Michael adjusted the radio to his favorite country music station. Favorite because it was the only country station anywhere near Gotham. With George Strait blasting Heartland he slammed the manual transmission into sixth never lifting hit foot off the throttle. The power was unlike anything he'd ever felt. The speedometer read 217, "At this rate ill be down to Georgia by supper time." Michael said to himself. Unlike most young people who just came into more money than most people will ever think of seeing, Michael had no intentions of going out and screwing around. He was headed down to Georgia to see his mother and his long time girl friend Tina.
Few miles down the road he saw a van pulled over on the shoulder. Michael slowed down to ask if the stranded motorist needed any help.
"Hey is everything all right," Michael asked as he jumped over the door of his convertible. The answer was shocking as a mask man pulled a S&W .357 revolver and pointed it at his chest. "Easy now kid if you don't do anything stupid you might just live through this." said the man in the mask. "Look if your looking for some money I left my wallet in the glove box just let me go get it." Michael said trying to pretend to be afraid. He knew he could easily disarm the man, but he wanted to play with him just a little longer. Just then another man appeared behind Miller and growled, "Wallet, keys, and anything else you have that's worth something to me pretty boy."
"My wallet is in my bag in the trunk if you'll let me at least get my clothes out of the car, I'll walk away and no one gets hurt," Miller stammered hoping to give his attackers some hope of accomplishing their mission. The first masked man nodded and told him, "All right, but if you try anything funny were gonna blow your head clean off." The masked man the motioned for his buddy to watch their prey closely.
Michael knew he only had one chance at this as soon as he popped the trunk his hand was already reaching down to the utility belt of the gift that Dick had left him. Finding a couple modified batarangs or "wingdings" and a smoke capsule Miller quickly went to work.
Throwing the smoke capsule first to the ground to hide is actions and hopefully draw some attention on the otherwise deserted highway. Michael quickly through a round house into the jaw of the first unsuspecting thug. He followed up with a reverse punch to the nose and with a satisfying crack of broken bones the man went down for the count.
With a flick of the wrist Michael threw one of the wingdings at the hand of the other attacker forcing him to drop his gun on the ground. Without warning Michael then lept into the air landing a mule kick into the mans midsection forcing him to the ground. "Don't ever threaten to take my car," Michael growled before punching the man in the mouth knocking him unconscious.
Michael went back to the trunk and grab some rope to tie up his attacker. He then laid the unconscious duo in the back seat of their van. As an after thought he opened the hood and removed the distibuter cap and took the rotor. "Just in case they wake up before the police arrive and somehow manage to get untied," Michael laughed to himself. Miller then returned to his Shelby called the police and started back on his way.
Just after 10 o'clock and two speeding tickets later, Michael arrived at the Belle Nova retirement center where his mother had lived and worked for almost 3 years now. Mike had repeatedly tried to convince her that she should come live with him in Gotham, and now that he was rolling in money there was no reason she had to work. "Hi Momma," Michael said his southern drawl coming back almost instantly. "Hi baby," Linda Miller ran over to her only child.
Linda had just turned 50, but didn't look a day over 35 with her long black hair not showing a single sign of grey. Even with all the stress she had gone through in her life wrinkles were at a minimum, and her bright blue eyes and million dollar smile still showed signs of the innocence she held onto with all her might.
"Well Momma, I signed the contract this afternoon before I left, I'm the quarterback for the Gotham Knights!" Michael said bursting with pride. "Look what they did for me too, I mean can you believe it."
"Why does it have to be Gotham Michael, you know the falcons would have taken you, and you would have been closer to me and Tina, by the way, she was here waiting for you till about an hour ago, you oughta go call that girl." Linda said with a slight frown.
She already knew about Michael's new jersey even in a small town like Duck Creek they got ESPN. What she never understood was why a good boy like Michael would ever want to live in a hell hole like Gotham. Every crazy in the country flocked to that God forbidden place. She also knew that he was about to ask her to live with him there again, but she would be damned before she would ever step foot in that town again.
Michael noted the sadness in his mothers eyes, but smiled at her and said, "Momma you know I couldn't play for the falcons, they already have Michael Vick, and I'm not gonna set on a bench for 5 years until he gets himself hurt. And Mr. Wayne said he'd do right by me Momma. I believe him too."
Linda remembered Bruce Wayne as a dumb playboy, but she had to admit that he did go out of his way to take care of Mike and her after Bobby passed on. He was even going to pay for his college until UG gave him a full ride football scholarship.
"Well we can talk about all this later baby, you need to go give that girl of yours a call," Linda said giving her son a quick hug. "And were gonna talk about this here car of yours too."
Michael missed the last part of what she was saying because he was already half way into the house to call his beloved Tina. He quickly dialed her number and waited for her call
"Hi this is Tina Jones, I'm not able to answer the phone right now, but leave a message and all that. If this is Mike I had to run into town for a while and probably wont be back till mornin love ya." her machine told him. He rattled off a response about meeting for breakfast at the Duck Creek cafe the next afternoon.
Since she was already in Atlanta there wouldn't be any harm in running down there to get a little roof time in would there, Michael thought to himself. It was just like Dick said he was going to have to trade in one set of tights for another soon and didn't want to miss what could very well be his last opportunity.
"Momma Tina run off to town and I'm gonna go see if I can find her, ok?, I really have something important that I wanna talk to her about." Michael said as he headed back out the door of his mothers ground floor apartment. That wasn't a total lie he did have something important to ask her. The most important thing a man can ask a woman Michael thought. It amazed him how four simple words could change the course of a mans life.
"Ok baby, I'll go ahead and turn down the sheets for ya anyway," Linda said as she pulled her boy down to give him a kiss on the cheek.
With that Michael was headed for the city hoping to find guns, drugs, gangs, and maybe if he was lucky his Tina.
TBC
Just outside of Gotham, Michael adjusted the radio to his favorite country music station. Favorite because it was the only country station anywhere near Gotham. With George Strait blasting Heartland he slammed the manual transmission into sixth never lifting hit foot off the throttle. The power was unlike anything he'd ever felt. The speedometer read 217, "At this rate ill be down to Georgia by supper time." Michael said to himself. Unlike most young people who just came into more money than most people will ever think of seeing, Michael had no intentions of going out and screwing around. He was headed down to Georgia to see his mother and his long time girl friend Tina.
Few miles down the road he saw a van pulled over on the shoulder. Michael slowed down to ask if the stranded motorist needed any help.
"Hey is everything all right," Michael asked as he jumped over the door of his convertible. The answer was shocking as a mask man pulled a S&W .357 revolver and pointed it at his chest. "Easy now kid if you don't do anything stupid you might just live through this." said the man in the mask. "Look if your looking for some money I left my wallet in the glove box just let me go get it." Michael said trying to pretend to be afraid. He knew he could easily disarm the man, but he wanted to play with him just a little longer. Just then another man appeared behind Miller and growled, "Wallet, keys, and anything else you have that's worth something to me pretty boy."
"My wallet is in my bag in the trunk if you'll let me at least get my clothes out of the car, I'll walk away and no one gets hurt," Miller stammered hoping to give his attackers some hope of accomplishing their mission. The first masked man nodded and told him, "All right, but if you try anything funny were gonna blow your head clean off." The masked man the motioned for his buddy to watch their prey closely.
Michael knew he only had one chance at this as soon as he popped the trunk his hand was already reaching down to the utility belt of the gift that Dick had left him. Finding a couple modified batarangs or "wingdings" and a smoke capsule Miller quickly went to work.
Throwing the smoke capsule first to the ground to hide is actions and hopefully draw some attention on the otherwise deserted highway. Michael quickly through a round house into the jaw of the first unsuspecting thug. He followed up with a reverse punch to the nose and with a satisfying crack of broken bones the man went down for the count.
With a flick of the wrist Michael threw one of the wingdings at the hand of the other attacker forcing him to drop his gun on the ground. Without warning Michael then lept into the air landing a mule kick into the mans midsection forcing him to the ground. "Don't ever threaten to take my car," Michael growled before punching the man in the mouth knocking him unconscious.
Michael went back to the trunk and grab some rope to tie up his attacker. He then laid the unconscious duo in the back seat of their van. As an after thought he opened the hood and removed the distibuter cap and took the rotor. "Just in case they wake up before the police arrive and somehow manage to get untied," Michael laughed to himself. Miller then returned to his Shelby called the police and started back on his way.
Just after 10 o'clock and two speeding tickets later, Michael arrived at the Belle Nova retirement center where his mother had lived and worked for almost 3 years now. Mike had repeatedly tried to convince her that she should come live with him in Gotham, and now that he was rolling in money there was no reason she had to work. "Hi Momma," Michael said his southern drawl coming back almost instantly. "Hi baby," Linda Miller ran over to her only child.
Linda had just turned 50, but didn't look a day over 35 with her long black hair not showing a single sign of grey. Even with all the stress she had gone through in her life wrinkles were at a minimum, and her bright blue eyes and million dollar smile still showed signs of the innocence she held onto with all her might.
"Well Momma, I signed the contract this afternoon before I left, I'm the quarterback for the Gotham Knights!" Michael said bursting with pride. "Look what they did for me too, I mean can you believe it."
"Why does it have to be Gotham Michael, you know the falcons would have taken you, and you would have been closer to me and Tina, by the way, she was here waiting for you till about an hour ago, you oughta go call that girl." Linda said with a slight frown.
She already knew about Michael's new jersey even in a small town like Duck Creek they got ESPN. What she never understood was why a good boy like Michael would ever want to live in a hell hole like Gotham. Every crazy in the country flocked to that God forbidden place. She also knew that he was about to ask her to live with him there again, but she would be damned before she would ever step foot in that town again.
Michael noted the sadness in his mothers eyes, but smiled at her and said, "Momma you know I couldn't play for the falcons, they already have Michael Vick, and I'm not gonna set on a bench for 5 years until he gets himself hurt. And Mr. Wayne said he'd do right by me Momma. I believe him too."
Linda remembered Bruce Wayne as a dumb playboy, but she had to admit that he did go out of his way to take care of Mike and her after Bobby passed on. He was even going to pay for his college until UG gave him a full ride football scholarship.
"Well we can talk about all this later baby, you need to go give that girl of yours a call," Linda said giving her son a quick hug. "And were gonna talk about this here car of yours too."
Michael missed the last part of what she was saying because he was already half way into the house to call his beloved Tina. He quickly dialed her number and waited for her call
"Hi this is Tina Jones, I'm not able to answer the phone right now, but leave a message and all that. If this is Mike I had to run into town for a while and probably wont be back till mornin love ya." her machine told him. He rattled off a response about meeting for breakfast at the Duck Creek cafe the next afternoon.
Since she was already in Atlanta there wouldn't be any harm in running down there to get a little roof time in would there, Michael thought to himself. It was just like Dick said he was going to have to trade in one set of tights for another soon and didn't want to miss what could very well be his last opportunity.
"Momma Tina run off to town and I'm gonna go see if I can find her, ok?, I really have something important that I wanna talk to her about." Michael said as he headed back out the door of his mothers ground floor apartment. That wasn't a total lie he did have something important to ask her. The most important thing a man can ask a woman Michael thought. It amazed him how four simple words could change the course of a mans life.
"Ok baby, I'll go ahead and turn down the sheets for ya anyway," Linda said as she pulled her boy down to give him a kiss on the cheek.
With that Michael was headed for the city hoping to find guns, drugs, gangs, and maybe if he was lucky his Tina.
TBC
