I only own my own characters that include Silvania/Sylvie Phaetos/Scream Light, Lea Thompson aka Midnight Hope, and her family members which will be mentioned later. The rest of the characters belong to their respective owners that belong to Ben 10 Omniverse, Batman the Animated Series, and Green Lantern Animated. This story is also in honor of Bat May and a review of Beware The Creeper episode by Channel Awesome on YouTube.
This story may or may not connect to the Midnight Hope series. Just in the point of view of another character doing her own thing. And keep in mind that this takes place in No Watch Ben's dimension. You might see some stuff later in the story things are familiar to those who are Ben 10 fans.
No flamed reviews nor fake advertised ones, please. I am very serious. If I catch you posting false advertisements in my stories I will report, delete, and block you! There should be reviews on what you think of the story you are reading only.
Also, please go easy on me using a particular DC hero here. It's my first time doing him. Along with some references to his animated appearances. Enjoy.
It was a dark and chilling night in Gotham City. Deep within the streets, there was a white-haired girl in a black trench coat and fedora walking by with her hands in her pockets. This was no ordinary human. This was Sylvie Phaetos...aka Silvania the Ectonurite and Yellow Lantern called Scream Light.
Gotham City. The creepiest and spookiest place almost as terrifying as Anur Transyl...At least, that is what I have heard. While this is my first time being here, a couple of friends of mine educated me on the basics of how this city is guarded by the mysterious dark knight detective under the name Batman. He's the guy I hope to chat with involving my own personal case to help out my little blue friend. Possibly some leads.
And if I plan to seek help from a Private Eye Detective, then I must become a detective in hopes to find answers.
Sylvie walks down the sidewalks of Gotham City, walking past Crime Alley, Chinatown, and the GCPD. She sees people, either homeless or some beating each other.
"This is not too different from my hometown," Sylvie said out loud, still narrating while walking. "You'd think finding the cape crusader legend would be easy."
Sylvie looks around more to see where Batman could be. Usually, he'd be fighting the likes of the Penguin, Two-Face, Scarecrow, or even the Joker. But he's nowhere.
Just then, she heard commotion around the corner.
"A noise was coming not far from me! Could it be the Gotham City hero I am looking for?" Sylvie continued narrating to herself, quickly running over to the source.
Sylvie runs towards the sound around the corner, which leads to a back alley.
The disguised alien girl proceeded with caution and quickly hid behind a dumpster when getting close to the action. She could see a tall silhouetted figure fighting a bunch of goons.
"While it is hard to see who is in that fight, I can tell it is a very well-fit man," Sylvie muttered to herself quietly while studying the fight. "He appears to be very agile and strong...most likely similar to Batman. Although, I cannot be too sure just yet."
"Hold still, you freak!" One of the goons yelled.
"Okay, and you go lie down on that trash can over there." The silhouetted figure said while laughing, throwing the goon at the near metal trash bin.
Turns out, that metal trash bin one of the goons hit was close to Sylvie where she jumped back from her hiding spot and quickly used the alley stairs not far from her to get higher ground.
"This silhouetted character sounds comedic-like and is not completely serious as the Cape Crusader as I was described," Sylvie noted to herself quietly while climbing up. "Although, maybe I am judging too quickly where this guy is Batman."
The other goon was about to attack the silhouetted figure, but he ducked down and it looked like he wasn't on the ground. "Hey! Where did you go?!"
"Over here," The silhouetted figure replied. The goon shouted and the silhouetted figure grabs the goon's arm and smacks him in the face with it. "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself!"
"You're doing it to me!" The goon cried.
"Correction, I'm only using your hand, so you're doing to yourself with my help." The silhouetted figure said as he laughed.
Sylvie couldn't help but laugh herself when hearing and seeing this. "Definitely not Batman. But this guy is hilarious in a chaotically good way."
The last goon heard Sylvie's laughter and tried to shoot in her direction, but the silhouetted figure turned his armed hand away from Sylvie's direction and started bashing his head on the near door. "Knock, knock! And you say who's there!"
"Please, make! It! Stop!" The goon cried.
The pretend detective girl stared in amazement. She's never seen such speed and action like that before.
"Curious. Who is this mysterious wild man who strikes terror into the hearts of villains?" Sylvie questioned herself, leaning forward for a closer look. "I feel like I should know this."
The buzzing light was still active, and as the goon fell onto the ground, the silhouette figure stepped towards the light; showing yellow skin with green and black stripe trunks, red boots and gloves, a cape that looks red and wild-like feathers, green hair, and his face had a creepy looking smile with wide eyes open. "I'm not finished with you yet." he talked in a Batman grunting impersonation.
Sylvie gasped lightly, slowly recognizing the yellow-skinned man. "No way...Now I know exactly who this crime-fighter is. This elusive vigilante is none other than...The Creeper."
"Stay away from me!" the goon yelled.
"Sorry, can't do that. I just need to finish my fist exercises." The Creeper said as he punches the goon to the ground.
"This is the Creeper, all right. Rumored to be just a regular guy until falling into the same fate as the Clown Prince himself, but with a little more zing," Sylvie narrated, still watching in fascination. "The chemicals and Joker's laughing gas created this yellow-skinned mutant with enhanced strength, agility, and much other stuff. No one truly knows the identity of this lemon-skinned loon. His reputation as the unpredictable wildcard of a hero speaks for itself. And to be this close to seeing him brings out what my friends call 'the spiders in my stomach' yet in a good way. ...Well, maybe not those exact words, but you get the idea."
The Creeper then tied up the goons using the trash bags and then the police came and he disappeared. "Well, that's all folks!" he said, waving goodbye to the police while cackling his escape.
Sylvie couldn't stop smiling in amazement, as she decided to climb up to the rooftops in seeing which way Creeper went.
"I know I should be looking for the Dark Knight Detective, but there was something about Creeper that sparks my interest to follow," Sylvie said out loud, still going up the stairs until reaching the roof to find him. "Who knows? The Batman might not be too far behind when catching wind of the Creeper's job well done in cleaning the streets."
At the rooftops, Creeper was running into the moonlight, and then as he lands near a rooftop door, Sylvie looks around and sees he was nowhere to be found.
"It would seem that I had lost Creeper. Such a disappointment," Sylvie replied to herself, still looking around. "Maybe it's for the best. I doubt he noticed me above seeing his fight against whomever those hooligans are. I should get back to finding leads to help solve my friend's case."
Just as she was turning back, the Creeper's face was right in front of her. "Boo!"
"AH!" Sylvie screamed shortly, jumping back a bit before laughing at what happened. "So that's what it's like. How exhilarating."
"Are you following me?" Creeper asked with his crooked smile.
"Maybe I am...Maybe I'm not," Sylvie responded, unable to hide her confident smile while folding her arms. "I just happen to be passing by until I heard some loud commotion around the area."
"Ah, you saw my epic battle with those criminal scumbags!" Creeper said with pride.
"Indeed, I did," Sylvie admitted, giggling lightly.
"What do you think of my heroic duties?" Creeper asked.
"Seriously? I thought after all the narrating I was doing, you'd know the answer to that question," Sylvie said, a playful smirk showing. "Well, it's obvious you have your unique style in stopping bad guys which isn't too overkill. And I respect that."
"Really?" Creeper then put a whimpering smile. "No one appreciates my style because I'm not Batman." He said, acting all dramatic.
"No way! My friends have talked so much about you," Sylvie assured, patting on Creeper's arm. "If I had to run into any Gotham City vigilante, I'm glad it was you first."
Creeper was amazed. "You really mean it?" He had puppy eyes and even lips waving like a pool.
"Yeah. I do," Sylvie nodded, being honest.
"Thank you," Creeper said. "It means a lot to me."
Without warning, Sylvie felt herself in a big embrace by the Creeper.
"Although not expecting this...I, too, am happy in making his night," Sylvie narrated again, despite feeling a bit crushed yet laughed it off. "Especially when it is a bone-crushing hug in showing appreciation."
Creeper then let go of Sylvie. "My apologies. I just get emotional when I'm finally being recognized."
"It's cool," Sylvie said, stretching a bit while chuckling. "I get what you mean. My friend's hero is the same way. Well, sort of. He's more serious and has his own anger issues, but...Eh, never mind. I'm Sylvie Phaetos, by the way. Playing the role of a detective called Detective Phaetos."
"And as you may know, I am the Creeper," The Creeper introduced himself, as he shakes Sylvie's hand. "So, what brings you to Gotham City, detective?"
"I'm here in search of any leads involving a man responsible for a terrible crime. He took the life of a woman who was the only family of a dear friend of mine," Sylvie explained. "The only details my friend could recall on the guy was a tattooed claw on his right forearm...and some real claw mark scratches on the same arm."
The Creeper pounders over Sylvie's case. "So you believe this person with that tattoo is somewhere here in Gotham?" He asked.
"Either in Gotham...or somewhere else," Sylvie responded. "I need better details to help narrow down my search. Which is why I came here. To find someone who could help me out. It's true that you met Batman a few times before, correct? Maybe you know where I could find him. Or give him a call."
"Oh, I have met Batman," Creeper said. "Cool guy. Even helped him beat up an evil bug man."
"I recall that. Brave and bold team-up," Sylvie said. "Is there a way you can give him a call or let him know I need his assistance when available? Or at least, show me where I can find him?"
"Sadly no," Creeper said. "I can leave him a message, but Batman is dealing with something with his team, the Justice League."
"Makes sense, I guess," Sylvie admitted. "Batman is a big deal hero who goes all over the world and beyond the stars. So, yeah. It would mean a lot if you sent him the message about me needing him. Although...I could always spend the night hanging out with a certain creep-tastic vigilante before I head back. I did come all this way in the detective getup. If it's all right with you, I mean."
"You want me to help you with your case?" Creeper asked, jumping up and down a little like an excited child.
"It would make things a little more fun," Sylvie pondered, unable to hide her smile. "I don't see why not. Plus, it would give us more time to hang out. Let's do it."
"YIPEE!" Creeper cheered, doing a backflip. "I'm in! So, where do we start?"
"Good question..." Sylvie said, trying to think. "I guess we could start at the Gotham Police station and-"
Just then, the detective girl was getting a weird vibe that made her ring glow a bit.
"Is something wrong?" Creeper asked.
"Creeper...We're not alone," Sylvie said, staying close to him. "We got to get out of here."
"Why, there's no one here," Creeper said. "It's not like this apartment building is just gonna blow up."
Just then, Sylvie heard something and quickly tackled Creeper down to avoid a big hit of what looked like an explosive from a grenade bomb.
Creeper mainly laughed at that. "WOOO! What was that!?" He asked.
"I think that was a small bomb or something trying to hit you," Sylvie guessed, only to look up to see who was there and point. "By those guys!"
Creeper sees more goons with a man in formal clothes, smoking a cigar. "Oh, so that explains where those scumbags were coming from. They're Falcone's goons."
"You idiot! How could you miss this lunatic!" Falcone yelled, smacking upside the guy who threw the bomb.
"It wasn't my fault. That nosy dame pushed him out of the way," One of the goons argued.
Falcone growled in rage, puffing on his cigar. "Doesn't matter. Get rid of them both."
Oh, boy. Now this could get interesting.
To Be Continued…