Hi I love this story and can't get it out of my head. I want to just keep writing.
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I parked my bike and ducked up to my room. I quickly changed and decided to go rob a house in the suburbs. I threw on a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie. I decided that I wouldn't take my bike. I also grabbed a ski mask before I walked down the street and around the block to catch the midnight bus. I snagged a newspaper to look for funerals when I got off the bus. I found three places that the families would be in a different city for the funerals.
I walked towards one of the homes that was empty and slipped in through an unlocked window in the back. I found a large collection of jewels and diamonds, but I passed them up. I never liked having to deal with jewels because I would have to sell them. The people who would buy them liked to buy for low prices. If I wanted to get any real money, I was better off to find some real money.
In a kid's room down the hall, I found 5 piggy-banks full of money. A bunch of hundreds were stuffed inside. I thought it was a little odd until I found a large pile of baggies full of meth. I never dealt drugs. Too many compilations. I also didn't want to deal with selling in another drug gang's territory. That could lead to me fighting for my life. I'm a good fighter, but twenty guys are a bit much.
I found more money in the other kid's bedroom, but not as much as the first room. I left the way I came and decided to get some sleep. I hopped on the early morning bus and headed to the docks. I showered then collapsed on my bed, passing out when my head hit the pillow.
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I was awakened by the sounds of screams and my father's voice taunting someone. I got up quickly and started packing up all of my stuff. I changed into my costume and grabbed the three duffle bags and flew down the stairs that lead to the lower floors and caught sight of the Bat and his midgets fighting my father's thugs. I ran outside and pushed my bike into the back of my black passenger van that had the back seats removed. I tossed the duffel bags in and shut the doors. Red Boy Blunter came flying out of the door that I had just exited. He glanced up just in time to see me run around to the driver's door and hop in. I had the motor roaring as he got to his feet and was out of the alley my van was parked in and was half way down the street by the time he got up off the ground.
I drove for an hour before I found a good empty warehouse in the warehouse district. I pulled inside the warehouse and unloaded. I walked my stuff upstairs and found a bed frame with no mattress. I decided to sleep on the floor. I laid out a couple of blankets and pillows on the floor. Tomorrow, I would go buy a mattress and get some cleaning supplies. I would make this my hideout.
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I grabbed my bike and drove down towards Rosi's. I parked in a nearby alley and walked in. I was able to enter when I was grabbed around the waist and hulled off my feet and swung around. I screamed and started fighting. I was set down and turned around to face a laughing Jason.
"You idiot. I should kill you for that. You know not to do that to me," I screamed at him while I punched his chest.
Bruce walked over to us and smacked Jason upside the head.
"Ow. That hurt, Bruce," Jason complained, rubbing his head.
"Stop complaining. You know better than to do that to people. Now you're acting like Dick," Bruce said, holding the door open for me. I walked in as Dick said, "That's scary. Really scary."
The other boys laughed as Bruce rolled his eyes. We sat down in a booth and Lucy came over to greet us.
"Did ya'll hear that they caught the Joker last night near here?"Lucy drawled out her question.
"Yeah, we heard. Risionis, did you see anything?" Dick asked, looking at me.
"Yeah. I was there. Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin were there fighting off Joker's thugs. Made a wreak of the nicest warehouse around here. The walls now have holes and the ceiling's no good anymore. I also saw Sanna leaving there without her father."
Bruce turned towards me. "How did you hear about Sanna?"
"Word gets around. She's all the news these days. Everyone knows that she kidnapped the Comiss. We're just waiting for her to off Joker."
"Really?" Timmy asked, surprised that I knew so much.
"Yeah," I told them, and then I yawned. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Gunshots kept waking me up. I wasn't used to sleeping with gunshot noises all night long. Lucy had left while we were talking and brought back our usual meals. We all dug in and I stopped stuffing my mouth to ask them a question.
"Doesn't Alfred make you guys breakfast?"
"Alfred is in London meeting with some old friends and Bruce can't cook to save his life," Dick informed me while he poured more syrup over his pancakes. I rolled my eyes. He is going to get diabetes if he keeps that up, I thought. I decided to tell him so.
"Dick, you're going to get diabetes if you keep pouring syrup like that."
"No I won't. I'm too active to get diabetes."
"It's not about how active you are. It's all about the amount of sugar your body can handle."
"Stop interrupting my breakfast!" an annoyed Damian snapped.
"Damian, calm down. They're only bantering with each other," Bruce told the boy, resting his hand on the other's shoulder.
Damian jerked away and glared at his plate.
"Damian," I spoke quietly, "is everything alright?"
"Fine," he snapped. He was most definably not fine.
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The random letters that are centered is my way to break up the different parts of my story. It's easier to separate it that way. I hope you enjoyed my story and night.
-snyderk161