Bats and Mysteries

Summary: It's been two years ever since the Coon and Friends disbanded, and Mysterion has been long forgotten. But when a tragedy strikes and Kenny McCormick loses everything and is forced to start anew, will be able to turn back into the dark vigilante when the time comes again?

Author's Note: This chapter is fucking long *sighs in relief* But I've DONE IT! Muwhahahahahahahahha! *coughs* Anyways, so yeah it would seemed rush but I've gotta get the plot moving people, I mean damn! Despite my writer's block and procrastinating ways, I'm managing to do my storied A World Unknown AND Songs to you. Check them out ne?

Disclaimer: I Do not Own South Park, Matt Stone and Trey Parker do. I also do not own The Batman, DC Comics does.

I sat in the police office for hours.

I didn't want to be here, I knew that the Park County wouldn't help me. I saw Kyle and Stan's parents were gathered around them, hugging them and worrying over them as the two boys were mighty embarrassed as their parents were acting with them. The scene almost reminded me that I wouldn't get to see my own parents again.

I was with no family.

All alone.

As soon as Kyle called the police, Stan managed to drag me away from the house as we waited for help to arrive. I didn't even realize I was crying. I didn't even realize I was shaking in fear. I didn't realize for the first time I was scared of Death. Not because I died, but my family did. Even though they never cared for me that much, they were still my family.

I remember Stan's words of comfort and Kyle's awkwa rd smiles, although I mostly tuned them out.

I felt numb.

This kind of pain was something different than any of my deaths.

This one actually hurts.

Fuck.

And I don't think it'll go away anytime soon.

The police shortly arrived after the paramedics went in the house gathered the corpses and placed them in the ambulance, they asked me questions and talked to my other two friends as I watched the ambulance load them into the vehicle. We were escorted to the station as we met up the Marshs and the Broflovskis. I also happened to see Shelly and Ike there as well, another thing I didn't have anymore.

A sibling.

"Mr. McCormick,"

I looked up at the officer, my eyes must've looked tired and dead, because I saw the guy flinch at my stare. He gestured me to go into his office and I complied as I sat down in front of his desk as he shut the door

"I uh, like you to meet Dr. Hailey Stone," The officer then pointed to a woman with her brown hair in a bun wearing a black business attire, glasses perched up hiding the soft seafoam eyes.

She was seated in the corner, with a black brief case as she looked at me, as if assessing me like a test subject. Dr. Hailey approached me with a smile, the sort of fake sweet smile you use to lie.

"Hello Kenneth, I'm here to take you to your new home," She spoke in the motherly tone, one of which I actually hated since my own mother never used it. I found it too sweet.

"I don't wanna go anywhere with you..." I retorted seriously, no point on being nice to her.

Suddenly, Stan burst in and shouted to the Doc and the police officer, "YOU CAN'T SEND KENNY TO A FOSTER HOME!"

My eyes widen at the sound of that and soon I jumped out of my seat and tried to run out the door but the officer caught my arm in time.

"LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT TO GO!" I yelled trying to kick the bastard off me.

Stan saw this and ran to my rescue, trying to pry the officers hand away from gripping my arm too hard. As soon as the officer yowled in pain as Stan stepped on his foot hard, Randy Marsh (Stan's father) grabbed his son and held him back, the raven haired boy struggling against his father's grip.

"Dad!" Stan turned to his dad with pleading eyes, as I stood there with a shocked expression, "You can't let them take Kenny away! Can't he live with us? You gotta do something Dad!"

I was sort of shocked beyond belief. I mean here was Stan Marsh, the level headed one of the group, begging to his father for my sake?

It wasn't something I was kind of expecting. Actually I was expecting Kyle to do all that. After all, we were closer. Right?

I guess he didn't think so.

I looked behind the Marsh men and saw Sharon Marsh and Shiela Broflovski looking at me worriedly, Gerald Broflovski trying to give a warm smile of reassurance (People seem to do that a lot) as Kyle was looking at anywhere but me. I felt almost betrayed by this notion, did he not care? What happen to being bros? I guess he didn't count me as one of his friends, considering all he needed was Stan. It almost made me realize how blindsighted I was it made me laugh a bit. And I thought I was the observant one.

"Stanley," I heard Randy talk in a fatherly way, "I wish we could pal, but we don't have jurisdiction to do so...I'm sorry..."

Stan's face wide into one of terror, like when your favorite puppy just died. Or well, something died right in front of you. God, I have to stop thinking.

"No..." Stan whispered as he then turned to me all glassy eyed, "Kenny..."

I looked back at him and shot him a weak smile as I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning my head to the Dr. Stone with a glare.

"Kenneth, you have no choice but to come with me, you have no blood relatives left here nor any wills left from your parents, " She explained to me like I was a toddler.

I then spoke up, "But there are no ophanages here in South Park..."

She gave that sick sweet smile again.

"That's why we are going to the next town over,"

The next town over was past Denver, since Denver's orphanages shut down for a mini mall and all children were then sent to a big city foster home. I gulped visibly as I then glanced back at my friends and their familes, as they stared at me and the Dr. in slight surprise.

Stan was the first one to speak up.

"YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE HIM FAR AWAY!" He screamed as he stepped up to the woman, "WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM?"

Mrs. Marsh came up to her son and hugged him gently, I could've sworn I saw her crying.

The Doc then held up a paper to Stan's face, "This contract was signed by the Mayor of South Park, stating that Wayne Foster Care/Orphanage has the right and previlege to collect any orphans who have no family or being taken away from custody due to abusive or necglecting situations," She then continued as she showed another document, "Also, I have a record here of the McCormick's case file stating that the McCormick children were to be taken a long time ago...or in this case, just you Kenneth..."

I almost wanted to stranggle her for reminding me, but I was refrained to since I was surrounded by other people; especially the police. The Dr. then smiled.

"You may want to gather your belongings, we'll be on our way now..."

Suddenly, Kyle raised his hand up, "Wait!"

Dr. Stone then shifted her gaze to the boy with the green ushanka, "And what is it this time?"

I almost swore hope was building up in me.

Was Kyle actually gonna say something to make me stay.

I prayed to God he might.

"C..Can Kenny just stay for one more night?" He asked quietly, not wanting to geton the lady's bad side, "Just one last sleepover...and then," He sighed in defeat, "You can take him..."

The lady seemed to ponder on this, but Stan looked at Kyle with a weird look on his face. Seconds later, the lady then nodded solemnly.

"Alright, just one night..." She reasoned and soon she turned to the adults to discuss the matter.

I immediately looked at Kyle with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the glowing feeling of possibly Kyle actually wanting me to stay, or at least until I had to go.

That night...(Normal P.O.V)

There was a storm brewing outside the window of the Jewish boy's bedroom. The wind whipped across the land, rattling the low window of the room that usually hosted sunny snowy days. The moon was not shaded, but rather, fully exposed. It flashed beams of silver light through the window and into the darkened room.

It has been hours since the investigation on the McCormick manslaughter, that both Stan, Kenny and Kyle were fast asleep. Stan was located on the bed with Kyle, as Kenny took the liberty to take the floor (Stan insisted they should all share the bed, but Kyle spoke that it was crowded enough).

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kenny screamed, sitting up in bed in cold sweats as he felt his heart race.

Kenny felt himself weeping as his head whipped around exactly where he was, but saw nothing but moonlight streaming through a window in the room.

"Kenny!" Someone hissed in tired annoyance, "Kenny be quiet! Kenny I'm right here, calm down!" Kyle sat up and rested a warm hand on Kenny's shoulder.

Kyle's angry face then slowly changed into one of concern as he stared at Kenny's tear-strickened face, as the blond was wiping his face and started sniffling.

"K-Kyle," Kenny whispered in a broken voice, as his crystal like eyes turned innocently at the red head, "Is..that you?"

"Who else would be at my house, in the middle of the night, during a sleepover?" Kyle whispered with an eye roll.

Suddenly, Kenny started crying all over again. Kyle almost jumped and tried hastily to calm him down, in fear of her brother Ike or parents, or worse, Stan waking up to Kenny's stop-and-go tear fest.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Yes, I'm here Kenny, me, Kyle,"

"Kyle!" Kenny whisper-shouted, throwing his skinny long, bare arms around his best friend in a tight hug, afraid of letting go.

Kyle flinched as he was hugged by the younger boy. Slowly, he patted Kenny's back, not knowing what else to do.

"Why the hell did he wake me up around 3 in the morning!" Kyle thought somewhat bitterly.

"Kyle…I'm sorry," Kenny removed himself from him friend as he looked down with his eyes closed.

"Why did you scream?" Kyle asked in a low tone, eyes glancing at Stan once in a while, to be relieved that his super best friend was asleep.

"I just had this horrible dream …and it seemed so real! I actually thought it happened until the very end …I guess I was so mortified that I woke myself…and you…up. I'm sorry..." Kenny admitted sheepishly, stifling a quick yawn and blinking her blue eyes at Kyle.

Kyle growled and was rubbing his eyes, and brushing a few loose bangs from his face.

"Well," Kyle yawned, checking the clock again. "You might aswell tell me what the dream was about, or at least what made it so horrible."

"I dreamt...that my family were killed..."

Kyle's eyes finally snapped wide open as he looked at Kenny's sad eyes. The red haired boy gulped as he looked at Kenny nervously, not having the heart to tell his young friend that it wasn't a dream, and that it just happened moments ago today.

So Kyle just settled for hugging the blond in comfort.

Realizing now, Kenny was gonna disappear from their lives.

The Next Day (Kenny's POV)

I stood stotically with a black stare, and was currently wearing a black suit, my head bowed, as rain poured down around the tent I was standing under, at the foot of my parents' and brother's graves. This was my parents and my brother Kevin's funeral.

There weren't that many there, but those that were, were very solemn, others crying.

No tears were falling from my eyes. I had run out from yesterday.

I just stood at the foot of Carol and Stuart's grave, eyes shut, as I last glance at Kevin's grave, feeling more of my heart being stomped on the ground. I felt a hand on my shoulder as I turned around to see Stan smiling sadly at me, also apparently wearing a black suit. Kyle was right behind him also in a formalwear, giving me a weak smile. After last night, Kyle was warming up to me again.

His eyes were soft and caring.

"So… how are you holding up?" Stan asked quietly as he looked at me deeply with his puppy eyes of his.

I looked down. I didn't need to see the sympathy.

"I'll be okay. At least, that's what everyone's been telling me..."

I looked up at the graves once more. Tears began to fall and trail down my cheeks again. Damn.

"I miss them," I confessed, feeling my throat restrict and my heart dying inside, "It's just not fair..."

I then inwardly gasped as I felt a warm tight embrace around me and to my surprise it wasn't Stan who hugged me.

"We're here for you Kenny," Kyle cried with me silently as he rested his face on my wet blond hair.

Stan also joined in our hug, also crying with us. We were like that for twenty minutes as we heard a car beeping at us. The three of us looked up and saw Ms. Stone waiting for me with an umbrella saving her from the rain.

It was time.

"Anyways, this is where I say goodbye," I said with a small smile, wiping away any tears I had left.

"Do you really have to go?" Kyle asked with sad eyes, I can tell he wished he had more time, especially with the attitude he showed yesterday.

"Don't leave Kenny," Stan held onto my hand, biting his bottom lip as tears were in his eyes the third time, "You're are best f-f-f-friend..."

I smiled as he gripped his hand for the last time and released him, "We'll see each other again," I spoke to both of them as I gave one last hug, "Thanks again...goodbye you guys,"

I then turned around and begrudgingly walked to the smugged social service lady, not turning back from what I loved and was leaving behind.

A year later...

Today is my 13th birthday.

And living in the orphanage for a year almost got me a bit wholesome again. Being surrounded with other kids like me had me not lonely, but I still missed Stan and Kyle back home. I haven't made contact with them, only because that bitch Ms. Stone never lets me.

And today, my birthday turned to a surprising one.

I was sitting in one of the conference rooms with about ten other children.

It's where us orphan kids are interviewed by our 'future' family.

Pfft, yeah right.

So yeah, I was sitting until this guy came in with Ms Stone. Something about this guy seemed very familiar. He looked like an older version of Stan, except he looked very business like and he had a serious look on his face.

"We have a few of our new children who have been living here in the orphanage Mr. Wayne," I heard Ms. Stone gush.

Of course. Bruce Wayne.

The guy that owns this joint.

"Well you are doing a wonderful job Hailey," I saw Mr. Wayne smile charmingly at her, resulting into Ms. Stone blushing like a stupid school girl.

Honestly, some kids were actually afraid of this woman.

So, Mr. Wayne then turned to all of us and observed us with calculating blue eyes. He was observing five kids until his eyes landed on me. I stared up at him with a raised eyebrow, as he frowned a bit. I know what he's thinking, who let the poor kid in?

How far off I was.

Mr. Wayne then looked back at Ms. Stone.

"Can I take to this one alone?"

Ms. Stone nodded as she then ushered the rest of the kids out, leaving me alone with the man. Bruce turned back to me with a soft look on his face, as if he knew me personally. He then bent down to my level, being the short guy I was, and looked at me with a curious look.

"What is your name?" He asked in a deep voice, yet it sounded smooth and calming to me.

"Kenny McCormick" I replied with a frown, a bit apprehensive on Mr. Wayne's look at me.

"Where did you come from,"

"South Park, Colorado"

"How old are you?"

"13 years old,"

"Why are you here?"

I didn't want to answer that one.

It was silent for a moment, until I answered darkly.

"My family are dead," I think I saw his eyes widen then looked at me knowingly.

I think he did know me too well, but was just asking me these things to screw me over the edge.

"I have no one left,"

If I was as observant as I was now, I think I wouldn't seen Bruce's eyes well up and darken, as if he was recalling something in his past.

It was then his next words shocked me, and I stared at him disbelievingly.

"You...want to adopt me?" I repeated his words.

The man nodded, as I stared at him both curiously and a bit disbeliving.

"The Social service told me that one more year and you'd be too old to be in this orphanage," He spoke as he looked down at me sympathetically, "Besides, I know what you're going through,"

I looked away slightly. I didn't need a reminder of what I've lost.

"...I don't want to be adopted,"

I could feel his gaze on me, and I think he was surprised at my tone.

"Why not?" I heard him ask.

I then looked up and stared at him, it was surprising he had the same eye color as me.

"Because I want my real family!"

He looked me over then spoke softly, "I know you do," He spoke as he placed a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, "I wish the same thing for me, too,"

I could feel his words are true.

I felt as if he could understand me.

Which is why I started crying like the pussy I was.

And you know what?

I didn't care.

Daw, Kenny sure cries a lot in this chapter ne? Is he too OOC? But then again, wouldn't you cry a lot if your family have JUST been slaughtered? I think I would. Also, originally I was gonna make Kyle a complete asshole, but didn't have the heart to do it so, yeah Stan and Kyle are sure the greatest friends ever. So I would want to put up a preview to the next chapter, but I won't. Cuz I'm a bitch like that ;) Anyways please reviews kiddies~!

-Mura OUT!