Man this is too boring. The one time I want to beat up bad guys it goes silent." You said a lot to yourself. You walked around the Bat-Cave. Your eyes landed on the first version of your costume. You reminisced on how you got here.
-----Flashback-----
'Ah man, I got to get a job soon. I love my family and all but I need to get my own place. Having money for new clothes and other stuff wouldn't hurt either. Anyway I have to make a bank account.' you thought to yourself as you walked towards the bank with your hands in your pocket and your headphones in your ears. Opening the bank doors you smelt mint and cheap cologne.
"That's Gotham for you." you walked over to the front desk.
"Welcome to Gotham City Bank how could I- Oh no."
You whipped your head around to see what the bank teller was reacting to and then you saw him. Black-Mask. He came in with at least 4 men with him, who knew how many more were in the van.
"Alright Gothamites this is how it's gonna go. You put the valuables in the bags, we won't blow you a new asshole. And if anyone wants to be a hero, well... Allow me to make an example."
Black-Mask the shot a random elderly man in the chest stepped on his dying body. Everyone then complied with his rules except you.
"Hey, boss says put your stuff in our bags!" a goon yells at you.
"No!" you yelled.
"I said give me your stuff!" He yelled back.
Black-Mask then stepped in and shooed his help away.
"You look fairly young. It would be a shame for me to have to do this." Black-Mask said as he put his gun to your chest.
'It's now or nothing.' you thought to yourself.
You moved the gun and kicked Black-Mask where the sun doesn't shine. You then grabbed his mask and ran his head into the counter, knocking him out. Your happiness was short lived as a bullet zoomed past your face. As another bullet was shot everything seemed to happen in slow motion. One second you were a sitting duck, the next someone wearing red pushes you out the was as a black figure takes out the henchmen. As the figure moved toward you you stared into his eyes. You'd refocused those eyes anywhere. The eyes of the man who declined your foster father of a job. The eyes of Bruce Wayne.
"Are you okay?" He questioned.
"I'm fine, Mr.Wayne." you said only loud enough that the two vigilantes could here you. You knew you hit the nail on the head as not one but both their eyes widened. The two then dragged you outside through the back. They then tied you up and brought you to an abandoned warehouse.
"How do you know the connection between Batman and Brice Wayne?" Bruce questioned.
" It's all in they eyes Bruce. I couldn't forget those eyes anywhere. The eyes that could've saved my family. The same eyes that declined my foster parents a job. The same eyes that could stop those two in time. The same eyes that I'll now have to make up for it." you responded. "I'll keep your secret on two conditions."
"What do you want?"
Man this is too boring. The one time I want to beat up bad guys it goes silent." You said a lot to yourself. You walked around the Bat-Cave. Your eyes landed on the first version of your costume. You reminisced on how you got here.-----Flashback-----'Ah man, I got to get a job soon. I love my family and all but I need to get my own place. Having money for new clothes and other stuff wouldn't hurt either. Anyway I have to make a bank account.' you thought to yourself as you walked towards the bank with your hands in your pocket and your headphones in your ears. Opening the bank doors you smelt mint and cheap cologne. "That's Gotham for you." you walked over to the front desk."Welcome to Gotham City Bank how could I- Oh no."You whipped your head around to see what the bank teller was reacting to and then you saw him. Black-Mask. He came in with at least 4 men with him, who knew how many more were in the van."Alright Gothamites this is how it's gonna go. You put the valuables in the bags, we won't blow you a new asshole. And if anyone wants to be a hero, well... Allow me to make an example."Black-Mask the shot a random elderly man in the chest stepped on his dying body. Everyone then complied with his rules except you."Hey, boss says put your stuff in our bags!" a goon yells at you."No!" you yelled."I said give me your stuff!" He yelled back.Black-Mask then stepped in and shooed his help away."You look fairly young. It would be a shame for me to have to do this." Black-Mask said as he put his gun to your chest.'It's now or nothing.' you thought to yourself.You moved the gun and kicked Black-Mask where the sun doesn't shine. You then grabbed his mask and ran his head into the counter, knocking him out. Your happiness was short lived as a bullet zoomed past your face. As another bullet was shot everything seemed to happen in slow motion. One second you were a sitting duck, the next someone wearing red pushes you out the was as a black figure takes out the henchmen. As the figure moved toward you you stared into his eyes. You'd refocused those eyes anywhere. The eyes of the man who declined your foster father of a job. The eyes of Bruce Wayne."Are you okay?" He questioned."I'm fine, Mr.Wayne." you said only loud enough that the two vigilantes could here you. You knew you hit the nail on the head as not one but both their eyes widened. The two then dragged you outside through the back. They then tied you up and brought you to an abandoned warehouse."How do you know the connection between Batman and Brice Wayne?" Bruce questioned." It's all in they eyes Bruce. I couldn't forget those eyes anywhere. The eyes that could've saved my family. The same eyes that declined my foster parents a job. The same eyes that could stop those two in time. The same eyes that I'll now have to make up for it." you responded. "I'll keep your secret on two conditions."
"What do you want?"
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