Here is the next xhapter of BEGA, I'm Batman. Now the final title character appears. Dunadunadunaduna...
Dr Arkham looked through the glass partition at his latest paitent. According to Two-face, he had fallen from the sky. However, "Sezu" ,as he called himself, showed no sign of being anything other than human. Working in Arkham, a place filled with the worst a human could be, had made this no comfort to the doctor. Apart from a detachment from the world, and a lack of empathy for anyone, "Sezu" seemed sane, And Jeremiah Arkham, knew insane. Which was enough to know sane as well.
Ming Ming clutched the letter tightly as she marched up towards the room all of the BEGA team were sharing. She was almost bursting with excitement. She opened the door of the room, and saw no-one to talk to. Mystel was passed out on the sofa, with a damp flannel over his face, and Crusher was sleeping off the jet-lag. Garland was no where to be seen. Unable to restrain herself, she yelled out her news in a piercing voice.
"I'M-INVITED-TO-BRUCE-WAYNES-BIRTHDAY-PARTYYYYYYY!"
Mystel fell off of the sofa, clutching his head in agony. Crusher jerked upright, and banged his head on the bedstand. In the breakfast room 41 floors below, Garland watched in interest as his cup of green tea trembled, as if with a small vibration. Back up in the room, Ming Ming was in full flow, causing much pain to Mystel, and much confusion to Crusher.
"I-went-to-get-the-post-and-I-didn't-expect-anything-but-there-was-this-small-invite-with-my-name-on-it-and-I-opened-it-and-it-said-I-was-invited-to-his-birthday-party-and-I-already-know-what-I'm-going-to-wear-and-I-will-so-show-up-that-whore-Julia-and-I-want-to-spend-the-whole-day-shopping-and..."
She went on like this for some time. Meanwhile, Mystel dragged himself onto the balcony, preferring the occasional noise of traffic, than Ming Ming. Also, Garland managed to finish his breakfast, make two phone calls to his family and get back up to the 42nd floor. He walked in as Ming Ming finally stopped speaking.
"...and-Garland-will-so-let-me-go."
"Let you go where?"
"Bruce Wayne's birthday party."
Garland considered this. It would probably mean they had to listen to Ming talking about it for the rest of their tour, but it would stop her complaining. And it might make good publicity.
"Okay."
Ming Ming was shocked at his sudden agreement.
"Okay?"
"Okay. Go on."
Ming Ming jumped for joy, and grabbed crusher by the arm.
"Come on, we are going shopping!"
Crusher looked pleadingly at his captain, who just watched as Ming Ming removed another obstacle from his way onto his next objective. Mystel.
Mystel clutched his head as he heard Ming Ming stop, and then the door close. Since she didn't speak again, he presumed she had left. He crawled back inside, aiming for his bed. A hand grabbed his robe, lifted him into the air, and deposited him on the hard, cold kitchen stool. No pillow could be seen. Mystel looked into the worryingly gleeful eyes of Garland.
"Mystel. You have a hangover. You can't do any acrobatics, or slip away when I'm not looking. You can barely move. Time. For. A. Little. Talk."
Mystel looked desperatly into Garlands eyes, but saw no mercy.
Outside, as Ming Ming was on the phone to a limo hire firm, Crusher heard coming from the hotel behind them, and large amount of shouting, and several crashes. He pitied Mystel.
In the evening, Mystel, having recovered from his hangover, was trying on Ming Ming's new jewelry. It went quite well with the ear-rings he currently had. He was about to reach for the small tiara she had brought, to compare it to his mask, when he was assaulted from behind.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY NEW STUFF?"
Ming Ming had entered the room. Mystel frantically pulled the ear-rings out, dropped the tiara, discarded the necklace, flipped over her lunging hands which were aimed at his throat, and bounced off of the wall to freedom. Everyone seemed to be shouting at him, he thought, as Ming Ming slammed the door in his face. It was really unfair of Garland to ban him from free-running. He needed to get out more than this. And Garland hadn't needed to shout quite that loudly at him. After all, he rationalised, Garland had said he should try everything once. This argument, though logically sound, had cut no ice with an irate Garland.
Several hours later, Ming Ming left with Garland to go to the party. She was dressed up in all the latest American styles, while Garland had his formal kimono on. Mystel agreed with Crusher when he had said they looked like the strangest couple in all time. However, neither of them had dared to say this to either of them, for fear of angering Ming Ming, and causing Garland to book them for intensive training sessions. After they had left, Crusher went down to the bar, leaving Mystel alone and bored. He looked out of the balcony window. He walked over, and stepped outside. He watched as the limousine Ming Ming had booked pulled away, then jumped off of the balcony, and onto the opposite roof.
Garland felt out of place. He had attended all sorts of formal occasions, but never a play-boys party. He avoided them like the plague, but he couldn't have let Ming Ming go alone. This sort of event was always targeted by kidnappers, and other criminals, but so far nothing strange had happened. Wayne was everything he had expected, self-centered, and arrogant, strolling around with three companions, one of whom was Julia. As he watched, Ming Ming began to engage Wayne in conversation, and then joined the group of three, tripping Julia as she did so. Shaking his head, he went outside onto the lawn of Wayne Manor. The butler walked up to him, and offered a glass of champagne.
"Mr Seibalt, your lady friend may need some rescuing."
Garland grabbed the glass, and downed it in one. He sighed.
"Wayne will need rescuing from her in a minute." He gazed out at the view of Gotham, sprawling beneath the hill the Manor was built on, and wished he had an excuse to leave.
Mystel had been watching the figure for some time. He moved with an acrobatic grace that was almost as good as Mystels. He wore a black jumpsuit, with two blue lightning bolts meeting at the middle of the chest. Mystel watched, as the figure spoke briefly into a device on his wrist, then jumped down into the alley below. Intrigued, Mystel followed.
Garland was about to re-enter the party when Ming Ming came up to him. Garland looked inquisitively at her.
"Where is Wayne?"
"He had to go. Some sort of problem with his company, Wayne Tech. He said he wouldn't be back all night."
Garland rolled his eyes. " Awww. Poor you."
Mystel looked around for where the figure had gone. He couldn't see anything in the dark alleyway. Suddenly a hand appeared, and slammed him against a wall. The figure he had been following, a tall young man, with dark hair and an eye mask glared at him.
"Why are you following me?"
Mystel scrabbled against the wall in fear, and began to feel his Beyblade warm up, as if Poseidon was emerging.
Garland suddenly jerked up from his slouched position, as a flash of light he had never seen outside a beybattle lit up the sky, He also heard a roar, that he recognised. Poseidon! Mystel was battling someone. Outside. He took off, and legged it towards the gates at the far end of the lawn.
The figure jerked back from the flash of light that Poseidon made when he emerged. Poseidon roared, as he lunged with his trident at the figure that had threatened his master. Mystel dropped to the ground, still paralysed in shock, as his Bitbeast attacked the man who had attempted to attack him.
Garland sprinted up the fire escape, as he saw a dark figure, silhouetted against Poseidon avoid another attack. It had taken him a few seconds to find a car with keys in it, and only 15 minuetes to reach the building. He had to admit, the Ferrari he had borrowed was fast, and no policemen had stopped him, even after he jumped a light, directly in front of one of their cars. As he reached the roof, he saw Poseidon lunge, and trap the figure against the wall, two prongs either side. Mystel had just got up, and was watching in fascination, as his Bitbeast roared in the mans face. To his credit, the man did not flinch. Garland was bout to intervene, when a voice, gravely and threatening cut across him.
"Nightwing, what is going on?"
Garland peered towards where the voice had come from, and saw a tall figure, with long pointed ears, step out of the shadows. He wore a long black cape, and looked like the kind of man who you did not cross. The man trapped by Poseidon, who was obviously "Nightwing" shrugged. The newcomer turned to look at Mystel, then Garland, clearly recognising them. Garland realised he had been holding his breath, began breathing again and then spoke.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Batman."
Dr Arkham looked out of his office window, as "Sezu" left the asylum. The doctor had no choice. Clinically, there was nothing wrong with "Sezu"'s sainity, but all the same, Dr Arkham felt a feeling of relief when he left. It was a feeling he only had had, when he had just left the Joker, after a good therapy session. It was a feeling of relief, and of foreboding. With the Joker, a good therapy sessions meant that the clown was planning something. With "Sezu" it felt like Jeremiah had just condemned the world. He couldn't pin it down, but he felt something was going to go badly wrong, and soon.
BATMAN! And here he is, ladies and gents. Now the fic is really kicking off. I fully intend to have another episode up next Saturday. Please review!