One Week Later...
"Hey, Bruce?"
"Yeah, Emmet?"
"Is it weird that I'm actually getting kinda used to this?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, like a week ago, I pretty sure I would have objected to having to hang upside-down over a pool of water while trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded."
"Of course not, that means you're being more Batman!"
"Really?"
"Really!...Though I'm still Batman."
The Batcave fell silent against as Bruce Wayne sat back in his wheelchair with Alfred at his side. The two watched Emmet perform this task, before Bruce Wayne griped.
"Still think we should have at least handcuffed his hands." He complained quietly. Alfred gave a look.
"Very true, Master Bruce. Though I should remind you that Miss. Lucy had called and inquired about the nature of your 'bro time' with Emmet."
Bruce rubbed his forehead.
Emmet, completely ignorant of the conversation happening below him, continuing working on the Rubik's cube he had in his hands. His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth as his hands felt the braille dots on the squares. Finally, he paused as his hands ran over the cube one last time before grinning.
"I GOT IT!" He shouted, taking the blindfold off. Reaching up, he released the lock on his feet, before flipping over and grabbing the chain, the lock falling into the pool. Emmet swung his legs back and forth, the motion swinging the chain enough for Emmet to step onto the same floor as Bruce and Alfred. Emmet handed the cube back with a triumphant look on his face, before it fell off as Alfred got out the timer.
"Wait, it's timed?" Emmet blinked. Bruce nodded.
"Yep." Emmet began to sweat.
"So...what's my time?"
"Enough for you to go back and do it faster."
"Aw..." Emmet groaned as he took the cube and began to walk back to the chain, when the alarm rang. The three of them turned around before Bruce checked the PDA on hand. He nodded at Emmet, who composed himself and nodded before turning away. Running down the stairs, he threw off all the clothes he had on him before jumping into the dressing room set aside for such occasions like this. A few moments of zipping and clicking, Emmet popped out of the room dressed as the Dark Knight, the Caped Crusader, BATMAN!
Then he bounded down the stairs some more, before jumping into the Batmobile, starting it up, and tear down the Batcave's entrance. Alfred and Bruce sat quietly for a few moments.
Then Alfred got out the timer again and showed Bruce the time. "Great, he's improving."
Emmet was swerving in and out of Gotham traffic as he made his way to his destination. Hopefully Bruce can give him a destination soon.
Just then, the screen on the dash changed to Bruce's face. Emmet smiled at the image. Talk about good timing.
"Hey, Bruce! Where are we needed?" Emmet greeted as he grinned.
"Emmet, do I need to remind you?" Bruce frowned. Emmet thought for a moment, before grimacing and clearing his throat.
"Where's the location?" Emmet asked.
"Alright, apparently two rookie cops managed to spot the Riddler and a couple of his goons messing around with something in the Gotham piers-"
"Wait a minute, the Riddler? You mean, the RIDDLER?! You mean one of your bad guys?" Emmet asked, lightly sweating. After all, this wasn't Lord Business bad, well no offense to him or his bad guy creditials, but this was a BATMAN bad guy. Was he ready for this?
Bruce nodded almost apathetically.
"Yeah, he's one of my bad guys, but don't worry. All he does is come up with some stupid riddles and try to 'stupefy' me. But I come out on top every time, and I expect you to do the same, and give him a bat wedgie while you're at it."
Emmet blinked. "What?"
"Oh right, I never did teach your the bat-wedgie didn't I? Well, give a normal wedgie then. Good luck." With that, the screen turned off.
Emmet stared at the blank screen for a bit before closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. This was it, he was fighting one of Batman's biggest enemies. You can do this, he told himself. You have trained, you are more than ready for this, he repeated to himself. Alright, time to rock and roll! Emmet grinned as he opened his eyes...
Before shrieking as he swerved to avoid hitting an old lady walking across the street with her dog.
The Batmobile rolled up in a dark alley, before Emmet got out of it in a crouch. Sure that no one was going to jump out to steal the car, he took out a button from his utility belt and pressed it. The Batmobile gave a few beeps before going silent. Nodding to himself, set off.
Sticking to the shadows that the warehouses gave him, he soon came across the one that Bruce indicated was the one. He got out the grappling hook from his belt, aimed then fired. The grappling hook flew all the way up to the roof, where it grabbed hold of something...and promptly ripped it off.
Quickly catching it and thankful that no one was watching, he quickly reset the line, before aiming for another spot. Giving an experimental tug once the line latched onto something, Emmet climbed the side of the wall, the moonlight stretching his shadow. Getting onto the roof of the warehouse, he cracked his neck, before retrieving the line, and going into an open air vent, the door just sitting next to the opening.
Crawling through the air vent, he tapped on his wireless earpiece.
"Bruce, I'm going through the airvents. What's next?"
"Alright, sending blueprints of this warehouse to you."
"Got it, out." Turning off the connection, he took one inch before the vent under his body fell. Grunting as he hit the ground, he looked up and saw a bunch of thugs standing over him threateningly with baseball bats.
"Uh-" Was all he could say before he was set upon like a bat pinata being beaten up by hyperactive kids with sticks.
Meanwhile...
Comissioner Gordon looked over the two fake rookie cops that phoned in a fake prank call.
"Milicent Bystander and Lawrence Abiding-Citizen?"
"I prefer Law." Lawrence spoke up. Milicent merely stared at him before smacking the back of his head.