Here is the next instalment of BEGA, I'm Batman. Hope you enjoy!
The policeman did not know why he approached the young man, who was sitting on the bench, gazing into the distance. However, the moment he did, he wished he hadn't. He felt as though he was not worthy to speak to one such as this, that he should bow down in worship. The policeman tapped the still figure's shoulder. Immediately, the figure whirled around, and slammed the policeman into the ground, before grabbing him by the throat. As his breath faded, the policeman wondered why… why?
Garland leapt back, and pulled Apollo from his pocket. His formal wear swirled around him, and he crouched low, preparing to launch. Before he could however, Mystel hollered in his ear.
"ITS BATMAN, ITS BATMAN, I THOUGHT HE WAS A MYTH, BUT IT'S REALLY HIM."
Poseidon looked at his master in confusion. Garland looked at his young charge in confusion. The trapped man looked at him in confusion. Mystel looked at them all in astonishment.
"He's, like, a huge superhero, who lives here in Gotham. He really scary, but I thought he didn't exist."
"Batman" strode towards Garland, and grabbed him by the front of his kimono, holding the teen at arms length.
"As I said, I am Batman. Now, order your team mate to let Nightwing go." Garland raised an eyebrow. He had faced Brooklyn when Bambi's mother died. This was nothing. Batman was about to speak again, before Mystel cut across him.
"I wouldn't accept an order from Garland. If I did, I would never have any fun. But I will call Poseidon off." With a final glare, Poseidon vanished back into his blade. Nightwing rubbed his ribs, where the trident had been rubbing against him.
"You mean you ignore your leader." A devious grin overtook the masked face. "I always said it was the best way to go."
Sensing common ground, Mystel replied enthusiastically.
"Does Batman ever tell you not to do stuff, but then does it himself a few seconds later?" Nightwing nodded.
"And does Garland ever tell you that he knows best, even if he has no clue what is going on?" Mystel grinned, and was about to continue, until Batman and Garland interrupted.
"Nightwing, that incident with the welding torch was a long time ago. You shouldn't bring it up."
"Mystel, you are 11. Of course I am going to do stuff you can't."
Garland paused.
"And how do you know our names?"
Batman drew his cape up, not realising that Mystel was mimicking him behind his back.
"We have been watching you for some time. It would not do for you to fall into the hands of any of my enemies." Behind him, Mystel began to pull faces. Nightwing was trying not to laugh, while Garland was glaring at Mystel.
"You are world famous celebrities, and if that was not enough, you apparently hold incredible power." Mystel was putting his hands up as bat ears, and crossing his eyes. Nightwing was almost doubled over in laughter.
"I must make sure that the power you wield does not fall into the hands that would exploit it for their own personal gain." As he said this last line, Batman whirled around, and flipped Mystel over his shoulder, attached cuffs to his wrists, and handed him to Garland.
"Do not come out at night again." And with that he was gone.
Garland carried Mystel down the fire escape, with a constant stream of noise assailing his ear drums.
"We met Batman, I can't believe it, Tyson will never believe me, nor will Daichi, did you see Poseidon, he was awesome, and why did Batman cuff me, and I bet Nightwing was the first Robin, everyone knows that, and o a bird"
Garland continued to climb down, wonderering how Mystel could be so heavy, but move so quickly. He
"and Ming Ming will be really annoyed she was left at the party on her own…"
By now they had reached the bottom. Garland registered Mystels final words. Ming Ming was alone at a Party with Julia. And no Beydish. He frantically hailed a taxi, and they sped back to the Manor.
The room was a sea of chaos. Ming Mng was no where to be seen. Julia was sitting on a chair, holding a large glass of wine, while three of the women Garland had seen with Wayne were conforting her. The butler was moving an unexpected agility for one of that age. Mystel suddenly perked up, as he realised he was in a large room, with lots of things to hang off. Garland realised Mystel had picked the cuffs, and watched in resignation as Mystel lept for the nearest coloumn. Mystel began to jump from the chandaliers, apparently having the time of his life. Garland looked around, spotted the butler heading his way, and called him over.
"What happened her?"
"Well, Sir, shortly after you left, a group of armed thugs broke in through one of the windows. They were attempting to rob us, when your companion realised some sort of cat thing into the air. It chased the thugs away, with the help of a horse that appeared afterwards, from Mr Wayne's new companion. Then your companion kicked Mr Wayne's compainion, yelling that
"She didn't need help from the likes of her!" Garland felt sorry for the thugs. With the full power of two Bitbeasts after them, they wouldn't have survived long.
"So thats what caused all the damage? The two beasts chasing the thugs?"
"No Sir, this was caused by the "cat fight" that occured afterwards by the two young ladies. Your companion left, the victor."
Garland jumpled about a foot in the air, as Mystel dropped down next to him.
"She isn't here. Ming, I mean." Garland nodded, and holding Mystel firmly by the hair, went to hail a taxi
When they arrived back at their rooms, Crusher was trying to avoid Ming Ming, who had ordered three bottles of Champaign, and was dancing around the suite, singing her head off. This was all very well, but she wanted Crusher to join in! He was thankful that his captain arrived, and managed to find out the source of the joy.
"Julia broke up with Bruce Wayne cause he didn't protect her from the thugs. And I so beat her in a fight. And a really handsome boy asked me to dance. And I am really looking forward to the next party." Garland looked at her with apprehension in his eyes.
"The next party?"
"Didn't I mention, I've been invited to Brucey's next party. But there is one condition. Mystel comes as well."
Garland looked at her in horror. He opened and shut his mouth a few times, but no noise emerged. He was about to say no, and yell at her for even thinking of such and idea. Then Mystel flipped across the room, and showed Ming Ming the cuffs he still had.
"Guess who we met!"
Garland realised he had more pressing concerns, and all of them wore white, and was 11 years old, and had too many earrings.
As the policeman's vision faded to black, he felt the pressure on his neck vanish. He struggled up, and saw his attacker rolling on the ground, screaming.
"NO! GET BACK! GET BACK INTO THE BLADE!"
For the briefest moment, the white mane of hair flashed red, and then the figure collapsed, unconscious. A small white disc fell out of his pocket onto the tarmac. But by then, the policeman had fled into the night.
And there we have it. Nightwing and Mystel gang up on Garland and Batman. And Ming Ming will go to the ball, but with Mystel in tow. What could possibly go wrong? Please review.