Reunion Adventure

Cajun Strong Man

Before we left Worthington Industries, Warren gave us a manilla envelope full of money. He knew that we had come with none. Not just that, he set us up in his penthouse at the Waldorf Astoria.

He took us down to the garage where his personal limousine was waiting. He told the driver to take us to the hotel and any other place that we wished to go.

Since it was late, because this earth was running a couple of hours ahead of Barbara's home.

The kids got a good nights sleep, I decided that I wanted to show Barb around, as Spider-Man.

We both got suited up.

After leaving the Hotel room, the first place I took was to the top of my favorite building.

She asked, "Why are we here."

I said, "Back in my early years, when I have few friends, before I knew Mary Jane, and as I listened for sirens..."

She queried, "Listened for sirens?"

I answered, "It was way before I decided to but a radio receiver in my mask, and was the only way rather that dumb luck that I could find out whether a crime was being committed or not."

I continued, " I would come here to this building and hang out on the other side of the roof because it is always in shadows."

She looked at me approvingly.

I took her over to the other side of the roof and said, "I have someone that I want you to meet."

She looked at me sarcastically and said, Oh really."

I walked her over to the stone gargoyle and said, "Barbara this is Bruce."

She asked me why I was introducing her to a stone gargoyle.

I answered, "It is when I was starting out, I was a teenager and I had a very turbulent life. My uncle had just died, may aunt was still living and did not know who I was, I had the normal school problem for a person with a decent size intellect, and then there was the fact that my boss hated my superhero pesona and did what every he could do to trash. it."

She said, "But your boss is just one man, why should he matter."

I said, "Imagine if the Gotham Gazette had a vendetta out for the Bat-clan."

She said, "Again,why should it matter."

I said, "It matters because he is J. Jonah Jamison and he owns J3 Communications. He owns a newspaper. It is called the Daily Bugle. I used to work for him in the same capacity that I now work at the Gotham Gazette. When I needed to unload some emotional baggage, this is where I came, and that is who I told. It helped to keep me sane."

She walked over to Bruce and said, "I thank you for keeping that man sane. Due to you, he is a wonderful husband."

I had turned on the radio in my mask before I had left the hotel.