[FATR: Thank yah much, Agent Silver. The chapter after this one will be better, I promise. This is just an odd idea I had. It kind of sucks, and unless a lot of people tell me to keep it, I will replace it when I finish writing a real chapter. On the other hand, it is a free target for some flame work, yeah? Hurricane Frances just has my brain a little scattered. Two days without power will do that to you. My power is now back on, and I feel I must celebrate by writing all the emails I intended to write, reading all the stories I wanted to read (glad agent silver did the twin towers fic), and updating my story/profile (I finally own Feardotcom on DVD). Fresh start. Ahh! I have several new stories in the works. If I decide to post "Temptation of Otto" in chapters, you may see it soon. The others, "Heros are Made" and the unnamed one, may not appear until this one is finished. In fact, they are written down but not typed. At any rate, on with the madness! Let's see... I do not own the plot for the movie Batman and Robin, et cetera, et cetera...]
Otto had his elbow resting on the window, is chin in his hand, and his eyes glued to the passing scenery. The books were in his lap tucked protectively under his coat. Though he was straining to ignore it, Max's mental dialog with the toys was slowly driving him insane.
Jacob clung to his mother and stared steadily at the back of Electro's head. He knew of the four bad guys the way a child knows things. It was mostly through his friends at school. He'd seen so many similar things in cartoons, but in cartoons nobody got as seriously hurt as his daddy had. In cartoons the bad guys weren't this scary or this mean. He never would have expected one to play with toys, either. He wanted to see what Electro was doing. In fact, his curiosity was beginning to override his initial fear. After all, it was Dr. Octopus who had handled his mommy and him so viciously, and Scorpion who had hurt his daddy (the scythe was still red). Jacob leaned forward a bit, trying to peer around Electro's shoulder.
"Haha! Die you wing-ed rodent!" Max exclaimed in his Mr. Freeze voice as Batman tumbled to the floor. Now a mental version of Robin's voice, Gee wiz, Batman! Who will help me now? Poison Ivy, I'll save you, big boy. Robin, No, you want to kill me! Poison Ivy, Oh, you're quite the clever one. More clicking as they fought.
Otto finally snapped. A tentacle lashed out and knocked Robin out of Max's hand. "There, they're both dead. Now, for godsakes, please knock it off."
Max pouted a little inwardly as he leaned over to collect the action figures. Where'd Batman go? Looking behind him, he discovered the kid had it. His expression brightened. "You wanna play?" Jacob felt his mother gently tug back on him. He looked up at her, questioning. The look she sent him meant 'no.' "I'm not s'posed to talk to strangers," Jacob explained.
"Well, if we introduce ourselves, we won't be strangers, will we?"
Jacob couldn't really fault that logic. "I guess not," he answered reluctantly.
Max extended his hand. "Maxwell Dillon." The kid eyed him suspiciously.
He had a real name? Like a real person? Jacob grinned and reached for the outstretched hand.
"Jacob!" His mother gasped in horror and grabbed him to pull him back just as the yellow gloved hand engulfed the smaller hand. Nothing happened. Everyone except Mysterio and Larry turned to stare at her. Jacob looked alarmed and Electro had this indignant 'what?' look on his face. Jessica shrank back to her original position but kept a wary eye on Electro and Jacob. Scorpion and Dr. Octopus had dismissed the entire affair as soon as they found out what was going on.
"Jacob," Max repeated, grinning. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Who would you like to be?"
"I like..." Jacob hesitated, not wanting to offend is volatile new friend. "Um..."
"The super heros?" Max chuckled and handed over Robin. "Don't they all?" The kid gave him a shy look and shrugged. "What are Mr. Freeze and Poison Ivy planning to do?"
"Mr. Freeze is mad and he wants to... to freeze the whole city of Gotham with his giant freeze gun."
"Okay. Why is Mr. Freeze mad?"
"'Cause he thinks Batman killeded his wife, but it was, um, really Poison Ivy."
No one noticed Otto flinch at Jacob's words.
Max in his Freeze voice, "You killed my wife, you wing-ed freak. Prepare to cower before the might of my ice gun of doom."
"I didn't do it," Jacob said in a deep, Batman voice. "It was Poison Ivy."
"Do not try to distract me with your lies. I will freeze you and all of Gothen."
Jacob blinked and looked up innocently. "Gotham."
Max paused. Freeze voice. "Yes, that's what I meant. Have at you!"
Otto gritted his teeth as the infernal clicking began again.
Max knocked Batman out of Jacob's hand and onto the floor. "Haha! Evil triumphs."
Jacob's first reaction was that of a little boy who has lost a game that he feels was unfair. "You can't do that! The good guys always win!" Then his eyes grew wide and his hand clamped over his mouth. The other hand sought out his mother's hand.
Otto chuckled as a tentacle observed the boy growing three shades paler.
After a brief pause that must have seemed like an eternity to the boy Max asked, not without a touch of malice, "Where the hell did you get a stupid idea like that?"
Jacob wished the seat would open up and swallow him. He tried to speak but discovered his mouth had gone dry. "U-um... the c-cartoons..."
"Wha'da'yah know," Mac piped up from the passenger seat. "TV really does rot'cha brain."
"Looks like you've got a chance to learn something here, Jacob," Max's voice had lost its jocularity. "That bank today. Did whoever rob it get away with it?" The kid just stared. "Cat got your tongue? I asked you a question." The kid just nodded, a few quick jerks. He looked shell shocked. Max didn't really care. "Ding ding ding ding! Okay, next question. Look around you." Max gestured around the car. "You think someone's going to swoop out of the sky and save your ass?"
Jacob opened his mouth, reconsidered his words, and closed it. Finally he answered, "No."
Max beamed, jovial once more, and tousled Jacob's hair. "I love this kid." He turned back to the two action figures still in his possession, leaving Jacob looking like someone had rubbed a balloon on his head. "Hey, we're home."
"Ug, thank Nasarack," Otto grumbled as the car stopped.
"What was that?" Max asked.
"It was 'get out of the car and go de-charge yourself before I'm forced to resort to murder.'" Otto gave Max a playful shove towards the door.
Max opened the door but stayed in the car. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"Wouldn't be the last time, either," Otto joked threateningly.
One of the tentacles snapped at Max and he leaped out of the van laughing. "Hey, Jacob, buddy, perhaps I'll see you around."
Jacob watched him take off like a rocket. If he ever got home again he would sure have a story to tell. If... One of Dr. Octopus' cold metal claws clamped around his waist and he screamed.
"I thought we went through that already," Otto sighed. Then to the others, "I'm going downstairs. I do not want to be bothered by anyone unless it's Fisk. Do you understand?" Otto stalked back towards the house as the other two called someone to help them with Larry, who had long since passed out.
[FATR: Yes, the product of my thinking too much. As I said before, this is the place for blatantly honest opinions. Hell, make suggestions or whatever in regard to the entire story, if you like. Any plot input? I'm open. Peace out, love muffins, and never, ever, take electricity for granted.]
Otto had his elbow resting on the window, is chin in his hand, and his eyes glued to the passing scenery. The books were in his lap tucked protectively under his coat. Though he was straining to ignore it, Max's mental dialog with the toys was slowly driving him insane.
Jacob clung to his mother and stared steadily at the back of Electro's head. He knew of the four bad guys the way a child knows things. It was mostly through his friends at school. He'd seen so many similar things in cartoons, but in cartoons nobody got as seriously hurt as his daddy had. In cartoons the bad guys weren't this scary or this mean. He never would have expected one to play with toys, either. He wanted to see what Electro was doing. In fact, his curiosity was beginning to override his initial fear. After all, it was Dr. Octopus who had handled his mommy and him so viciously, and Scorpion who had hurt his daddy (the scythe was still red). Jacob leaned forward a bit, trying to peer around Electro's shoulder.
"Haha! Die you wing-ed rodent!" Max exclaimed in his Mr. Freeze voice as Batman tumbled to the floor. Now a mental version of Robin's voice, Gee wiz, Batman! Who will help me now? Poison Ivy, I'll save you, big boy. Robin, No, you want to kill me! Poison Ivy, Oh, you're quite the clever one. More clicking as they fought.
Otto finally snapped. A tentacle lashed out and knocked Robin out of Max's hand. "There, they're both dead. Now, for godsakes, please knock it off."
Max pouted a little inwardly as he leaned over to collect the action figures. Where'd Batman go? Looking behind him, he discovered the kid had it. His expression brightened. "You wanna play?" Jacob felt his mother gently tug back on him. He looked up at her, questioning. The look she sent him meant 'no.' "I'm not s'posed to talk to strangers," Jacob explained.
"Well, if we introduce ourselves, we won't be strangers, will we?"
Jacob couldn't really fault that logic. "I guess not," he answered reluctantly.
Max extended his hand. "Maxwell Dillon." The kid eyed him suspiciously.
He had a real name? Like a real person? Jacob grinned and reached for the outstretched hand.
"Jacob!" His mother gasped in horror and grabbed him to pull him back just as the yellow gloved hand engulfed the smaller hand. Nothing happened. Everyone except Mysterio and Larry turned to stare at her. Jacob looked alarmed and Electro had this indignant 'what?' look on his face. Jessica shrank back to her original position but kept a wary eye on Electro and Jacob. Scorpion and Dr. Octopus had dismissed the entire affair as soon as they found out what was going on.
"Jacob," Max repeated, grinning. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Who would you like to be?"
"I like..." Jacob hesitated, not wanting to offend is volatile new friend. "Um..."
"The super heros?" Max chuckled and handed over Robin. "Don't they all?" The kid gave him a shy look and shrugged. "What are Mr. Freeze and Poison Ivy planning to do?"
"Mr. Freeze is mad and he wants to... to freeze the whole city of Gotham with his giant freeze gun."
"Okay. Why is Mr. Freeze mad?"
"'Cause he thinks Batman killeded his wife, but it was, um, really Poison Ivy."
No one noticed Otto flinch at Jacob's words.
Max in his Freeze voice, "You killed my wife, you wing-ed freak. Prepare to cower before the might of my ice gun of doom."
"I didn't do it," Jacob said in a deep, Batman voice. "It was Poison Ivy."
"Do not try to distract me with your lies. I will freeze you and all of Gothen."
Jacob blinked and looked up innocently. "Gotham."
Max paused. Freeze voice. "Yes, that's what I meant. Have at you!"
Otto gritted his teeth as the infernal clicking began again.
Max knocked Batman out of Jacob's hand and onto the floor. "Haha! Evil triumphs."
Jacob's first reaction was that of a little boy who has lost a game that he feels was unfair. "You can't do that! The good guys always win!" Then his eyes grew wide and his hand clamped over his mouth. The other hand sought out his mother's hand.
Otto chuckled as a tentacle observed the boy growing three shades paler.
After a brief pause that must have seemed like an eternity to the boy Max asked, not without a touch of malice, "Where the hell did you get a stupid idea like that?"
Jacob wished the seat would open up and swallow him. He tried to speak but discovered his mouth had gone dry. "U-um... the c-cartoons..."
"Wha'da'yah know," Mac piped up from the passenger seat. "TV really does rot'cha brain."
"Looks like you've got a chance to learn something here, Jacob," Max's voice had lost its jocularity. "That bank today. Did whoever rob it get away with it?" The kid just stared. "Cat got your tongue? I asked you a question." The kid just nodded, a few quick jerks. He looked shell shocked. Max didn't really care. "Ding ding ding ding! Okay, next question. Look around you." Max gestured around the car. "You think someone's going to swoop out of the sky and save your ass?"
Jacob opened his mouth, reconsidered his words, and closed it. Finally he answered, "No."
Max beamed, jovial once more, and tousled Jacob's hair. "I love this kid." He turned back to the two action figures still in his possession, leaving Jacob looking like someone had rubbed a balloon on his head. "Hey, we're home."
"Ug, thank Nasarack," Otto grumbled as the car stopped.
"What was that?" Max asked.
"It was 'get out of the car and go de-charge yourself before I'm forced to resort to murder.'" Otto gave Max a playful shove towards the door.
Max opened the door but stayed in the car. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"Wouldn't be the last time, either," Otto joked threateningly.
One of the tentacles snapped at Max and he leaped out of the van laughing. "Hey, Jacob, buddy, perhaps I'll see you around."
Jacob watched him take off like a rocket. If he ever got home again he would sure have a story to tell. If... One of Dr. Octopus' cold metal claws clamped around his waist and he screamed.
"I thought we went through that already," Otto sighed. Then to the others, "I'm going downstairs. I do not want to be bothered by anyone unless it's Fisk. Do you understand?" Otto stalked back towards the house as the other two called someone to help them with Larry, who had long since passed out.
[FATR: Yes, the product of my thinking too much. As I said before, this is the place for blatantly honest opinions. Hell, make suggestions or whatever in regard to the entire story, if you like. Any plot input? I'm open. Peace out, love muffins, and never, ever, take electricity for granted.]