I don't own anything recognizable
I am such a liar. Here we are, another chapter, and no reviews. Oh well, I always did have the will of a battered tea cozy. Enjoy, if you like it
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Batman – Bruce Wayne lay on the operating table, cold and still. Lifeless.
I almost cried out, when a slight sound drew my attention to the large packing crate the courier had had me bring up to the Watchtower with her. I looked inside, and was floored again.
Inside the crate lay a robot.
I stared, drinking in every detail with my eyes. Sharp, pointy angles seemed to be the name of the game – but I still saw the familiar twin points of Batman's "ears," though these seemed to be more integral than the points on his cowl had been. There were a few other similarities – there were white, triangular lenses over what I supposed were eyes, and it appeared to be mostly black with silver sections here and there.
The slight sound repeated, and the lenses grew brighter – I hadn't known there was a light behind them until it did so, but now it just made sense. "Br- Batman?" I asked hesitantly. I had no idea what was going on, and I wasn't sure I liked it.
A soft, metallic groan was my answer, and as the light grew even brighter, the robot attempted to sit up. It got about halfway before putting a hand – I took a brief instant to notice that the fingers were clawed – to its head and slumping back into the cushioning inside the crate. I turned to the courier.
"What on Earth did you do to him?"