Sorry it takes so long people, but college kind of takes away the time I have to write, but here is the long awaited next chapter. Remember Read, Review, and Enjoy.

Batman 3000 Knighthood

Michael spits up blood as the robotic butler begins to stop the internal bleeding. "My goodness, sir," says the butler, "what happened last night."

"A man that could summon electricity, hit me with lightning. Argghh! Do I really have to be awake for this?" replied Michael.

"Unfortunately yes, I can't have you passing out or you might go into a coma. It seems I was right in telling you to hold off on the crimefighting."

"A minor setback."

"A setback that almost cost you, your life."

"What would you have me do?"

"The database that I downloaded from the Batcave says that it took Bruce Wayne years to train into the condition to become the Batman."

"I don't have years, Alfred."

"No, but," Alfred finishes wrapping Michael's torso, "you now have a couple of months. I suggest you use them wisely." Alfred walks away to leave Michael to his thoughts. The prodigy looks up to see his ancestor, Bruce Wayne.

"How did you do it?"

A man sitting on a table dabs his fingers into a bucket of paint and smears the color on his face. He turns and hands the bucket off to a man beside him. The other man smears the paint on his face, but in a different way. In the room are men handing off buckets of paint to each other making themselves up for a war. A man jumps up on a table. He opens his arms wide and says at the top of his voice with the utmost satisfaction, "Tonight brothers, we live again! We take back the city that was rightfully ours in the first place. We, the sons of the False Face Society will stop at nothing until Gotham city is brought down to it's knees."

The brothers of the False Face Society jump up and raise their weapons in the air and let out a scream that shakes the building.

Michael is sitting in the Batcave with his leg propped up. Bruce Wayne is on the computer screen. "Criminals are superstitious and cowardly lot. The common thug can be easily defeated, examined like a simple equation. He can be worked and solved. The problem arises when you meet someone or a group that is beyond mere mortal comprehension. Someone with a cause that can not be retarded with logic. In those times the only thing that can save you is what made you put on the cape and cowl in the first place." Michael pauses the computer.

"This is exhausting."

Alfred brings a cup of soup to Michael. "Being vigilant as ever I see."

"It's like he's repeating the same statements to me over and over again."

"Maybe there's a reason for that?"

"But times have changed, Alfred. Criminals are a lot worse than they used to be."

The robot smiles, "Sure, Master Michael, sure they are."

It seems to be regular night at Gotham city bank. Men dressed in hoodies stand a block away from the bank.

The bank closes and the bank manager walks out locking up the banking. The manager turns only to have a hand silence his mouth. Another man swiftly moves in front of him and places a shotgun in his face. "We're here to make a withdrawal."

The Gotham City Justice League sits around a table playing cards when an alarm sounds off. Firestarter who refused to play cards, closes her book and turns around. "What is the alarm for?"

"A crime is currently being committed," says the Mentalist.

"And we're going to do nothing about it?"

"Well, by the time we get there the burglars have usually left or are powerful enough to beat us, so yeah we're going to stay here."

The book Firestarter is holding bursts into flames due to her anger. "You people are pathetic. You're not even going to try." Flames begin to envelop the fire mistress. She then bursts into the air to try and stop some of the robberies.

The Batcomputer blazes its alarm as it warns of bank heists all around the city. Michael grabs his chair. Alfred notices the frustration in the boy's body actions.

"There is nothing you can do, Master Wayne."

Michael looks over to the bat suit. "He wouldn't let anything stop him and neither will I."

"But sir, your wearing a cast and your entire midsection is wrapped in bandages."

"Well then, I guess I'll just stay in the car." Michael begins to put on the suit.

"I strongly suggest against this action."

"I understand… but I'm still going out there."

The robotic butler sighs. "I'll start the Batmobile."

Michael smiles.

Men in face paint begin to stuff cash into a bag as one of them stands guard over the bank manager. The man standing guard yells to his comrades, "What the heck are you guys doin' over there, playin' with yourselves?

One of them answers back, "You know what? Shut up!"

Another one of the man stuffing money into a bag says to his friend, "I'm hot. You hot?"

His friend responds, "You know that's exactly why they found Jimmy in the garbage."

"What! No, I'm talking about the room, tard."

One of the men stops stuffing the cash in the bag. "You know he's right. It's hotter than hell in here."

One of them men looks down at his shoes. "Shit man! Look at my shoes." The men look down to see that their shoes have melted to the floor. The criminal turns to his friend guarding the bank manager. "It's a hero! Waste him!"

Firestarter bursts through the floor and shoots a fireball at the gun the man is holding. The gun becomes so hot that the man can no longer keep holding it. He drops it and Firestarter knocks him out with one punch. She then melts the ropes off of the bank manager. She then blasts off. I'm not going to be able to rescue them all, she thinks. If only there was someone else who could help me.

Twenty men are robbing the bank of Gotham. Sixteen men inside and four surrounding the place, Michael says to himself. Alright I'll jump down there and finish those four off. Then Michael remembers what Bruce said, 'Criminals are a superstitious, cowardly lot.' With minimal training, I don't know if it'll make a difference, but I'll give it a shot.

One of the crooks turns to the man beside him. "Hey, I'm going to take a puff n' piss. I'll be right back." The man walks around the corner. He pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. He lights the cigarette and takes a puff to get the cigarette to continue burning.

"You shouldn't smoke," someone says from above. The man looks up to see a giant bat drop on him.

"What the…. Arrggghhh!" The men from around the corner hear their partner scream. One of the men runs over to check his buddy.

"We got a man down. Get over here! Oh man, buddy don't worry we're going to get you to a hospital." Both men run over, but only one turns the corner. The other seems to be snatched up from the sky itself. The man looks at his friend.

"Oh, hell." His friend lies on the ground with one of his feet twisted around to where it is broken. His face bruised.

"Who attacked you?"

"Some kind of giant bat! It was freakin' weird man." He bites his lip from the pain. "Argh! I need to go to the hospital man."

"What a minute, a bat attacked you?"

The man looked at him. "Yes, a frigin' bat. A giant freakin'…." The criminal looks past his friends as a shadow pears over them. A whip sound can be heard as it's wings rise into the air. The two men turn around and then scream.

One of the men in the bank hears his comrades outside screaming. He turns to the man beside him. "I think something's wrong outside. Go tell the leader."

The man runs over to the person commanding the operation. "Mr. Dent, Mr. Dent. We got a problem!"

The man who turns around has his entire face disfigured. "What kind of trouble?"