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Chapter 3: A little more Curious for the rest of them
Bruise Wane was driving his new Mercedes Benes down the highway when the Bluetooth on his car started ringing. He pressed the receive button on the screen and pressed another to turn the radio off. Even a superhero could act snooty sometimes.
"Hello?" The sleek sixteen-year old asked commonly. He was riding high in his new black car, every girl sighing at his sight when he stopped, convertible cover down, at a stop-light.
"Bruise Wane?" The old man asked.
"Yes." He said casually; though he didn't imply it as a question. The way the man took it.
"I've received news about an electrical force building in southern Louisiana. We need you to come and help get to the bottom of it all, the plane ticket is in your mailbox. Folded and tucked in the corner and come as soon as you can. It's urgent." The old man said.
Bruise's eyes turned into slits as he felt danger approaching in near future. He was one for danger, he thrived it. His heart pounded harder, he had questions. He didn't feel like asking, just thinking about what would happen in the new state was exhilarating. He passed a red light, not paying attention.
"Crap." He said to himself as the camera flashed a picture of his license plate.
He walked into his empty house, knowing that his parents wouldn't mind him leaving. He left all the time, especially during the summer. It might be rude to let your money be flaunted like that, but he didn't care. He did the world good deeds every day, and this was just the world paying him back. The world would have to pay big-time after what he was about to run into.
He called his butler and ordered his dinner, letting his room attendant help him with packing. He sent the laundry girl to fetch the ticket and he shoved it in his leather jacket. He was leaving early the next morning. He couldn't wait to see what was coming up for him in near future.
Batman…that was his name. Don't ware it out. His costume original, his identity secret, his life a pure adventure. With his arch enemy Joker always on the prowl he normally didn't go off a few weeks without killing a bad guy. One of Joker's helpers or even Joker himself. Though Joker could never be killed, no idea why. He would always escape it or not get hit by a bullet at all. Which made Bruise even madder, which made the game even harder to win.
Though to him, the odds look like they were in his favor.