Will a lot of this fic be undone by The Batman in October? Most likely. Will I still do it? Of course. It's not part of the canon yet, is it? Also, Batman's training will not be shown, rather, it'll be mentioned. I know some of y'all might have wanted to read it, but I really don't have enough information to tell a good story of how he got as badass as he is now. I hope you understand.
Song of the Chapter: Artibeus by James Newton Howard and Hans Zimmer
I own nothing but the story.
Two men walked down an alleyway, both looking at crumpled dollar bills that they were holding.
"Twenty-one bucks," one said, a greedy grin on his face, "ain't bad."
"How are we gonna split it up, though?" said the other. "That's an odd number."
"How 'bout I get the extra? I did most of the talkin'."
"Yeah, but I jumped 'em," said the other, a proud look on his face.
"Oh, anybody can jump someone, ya big idiot!"
"Now wait just a - "
Suddenly, somebody in a cape leapt down from a rooftop. He moved his head up, looking them in the eyes. He was wearing a mask with pointed ears that only exposed his mouth. Cold, white, unfeeling eyes stared at the two men.
"Wh - Who are you?" one of the men asked, fear creeping into his voice.
"This is our money!" said the other, trying to sound tough. "We worked for it!"
"No you didn't," said the man, his voice deep and gravelly. "The people you stole it from did. You're two punks who have never worked for anything in your lives."
They pulled out guns. "Listen, we can make a deal," said one. "You can get twenty percent!"
The man walked towards them.
"Hey, um, what's with the mask?" asked the other, attempting to stop him.
He continued, and they fired. He leapt to the side, running on the wall at them. He jumped from it, and it was like he jumped into a shadow.
He was gone. It was thanks to Giovanni John Zatara for this skill.
"It's a cowl," he suddenly said. He was behind them. He punched the first in the back of his head, and then kicked him in the back. He crumpled to the ground, and the man turned to face the other, who was running away. He pulled out a gun, and fired. A rope shot from it, and the thug screamed in pain as the metal hook at the end of it caught itself on his ankle, tripping him. The man pulled him closer to him, and eventually grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"WH - WHO ARE YOU?!" the thug screamed.
The man slammed him against the wall of the alley. "I'm Batman."
He threw his fist at him, and knocked him out.
The sound of sirens filled the air, and Batman shot the grappling hook at the top of the rooftop, pulling himself up. The police ran into the alley, guns ready, and were shocked to see that the thugs were already down. They walked over to the thugs and said "They're alive. Check them over and then get them to Blackgate."
The policeman looked around and was surprised to see someone on a rooftop nearby. He couldn't make out much other than a cape moving in the wind.
"Jim! Let's go!"
Jim turned his head to look at the car and nodded. He looked back, and the person was gone.
Batman watched as the cars drove away, and then sat back against a wall, pulling off his cowl, breathing heavily.
"That didn't go so bad," he said.
He put the cowl back on and leapt from the roof, landing next to his car. It was a modified military car made by Wayne Enterprises, changed to better fit his bat motif. He walked into it and then turned it on. He pressed his foot on the gas and it zoomed out of the alleyway it was hidden in.
He checked the built-in computer to see if there were any new crimes reported. There was none. He sighed and continued driving all the way to Wayne Manor, but didn't go into the driveway. No, he had to put the batmobile somewhere else. Somewhere it couldn't easily be found.
He drove it into a secret passageway, and into a cafe deep under the Manor.
The batcave.
He got out of the car and saw Alfred waiting for him. "How was your night, Master Wayne?"
He took off the cowl. His hair was messy and a dark brown. "Fine."
He went over to the computer and looked to see if there were any new crimes reported since he last checked.
"Sir, I suggest that you go to bed," Alfred said.
"Crime doesn't sleep, Alfred," Batman said, keeping his eyes on the screen.
"I wouldn't consider criminals as role models," Alfred said. "If you're going to go out being a vigilante, then you should at least sleep some nights so you have a better chance at surviving the next."
Alfred left the cave, and Batman stopped for a few seconds before going back to checking for crimes.
He's Batman.
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