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     She's wearing my symbol and she asks who am I? The gall of some kids, these days. No respect for their elders.      "You're joking, right?

     "Don't answer. Rhetorical question."

"You’re telling me," Lady Bat grumbled, keeping a fair distance between her and the hulking figure. He seemed so stupidly familiar, it infuriated her when she realized she was drawing a blank. Though that irritation was great, so was the notion some big bastard was skulking around in a cheap knock off of her suit. "Who are you?"

#missladybat

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     The kid's angry. He's letting his emotions get the best of him. Whoever was his mentor needed a thing or two to teach him before he could even dream of lacing up his boots and going to war out on these streets.      It's an easy enough maneuver, I think to myself. Block the batarang with a raise of my hand, the gauntlet will prove enough of a deterrent for the projectile. Then as the kid bursts out like a firecracker, I neutralize him with a step to the side and a grab of his arm, folding it behind his back.      "You don't know who you're messing around with, son.

     "Do you?" He's a kid so I don't apply too much pressure but enough to keep him still. I can't shake off the feeling that I'm somehow acquainted with the punk.

Damian frowned intensely, letting his coarse tone from months ago come out in full bloom tonight. ‘Not Robin’. Not Robin? NOT?

"The hell I’m not!”

He threw a batarang; testing the waters, if you will. Both Dick and father had told him to asses the situation before attacking anyone. Even impostors, yet, sometimes you had to shoot the general first instead of the horse. Damian didn’t think about the consequences and was letting his anger get the best of him this night.

So now, he runs forward with full force.

#heirofgotham #lol thank you #you're too kind

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hubcityquestion is on the operating table.

     "Question." Closing his front door from behind it after Vic had entered.

#hubcityquestion

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miss-lady-bat is on the operating table.

     "Okay, now this is getting ridiculous."

#missladybat

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     "Then would you be so kind as to explain to me why you're here?"

          “I might be his cousin, Bats, but I’m not his messenger. If Clark wanted something, he could be here himself in two seconds flat.”

#powerfulcleavage #just incase you didn't know #my Bruce is from Frank Miller's universe #where like he's fifty five.

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There’s no amount of blood that can change that.

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     "Different universes, from what I'm hearing.

     "It's all so crazy, Selina. Then again, when isn't it?" A flash of lightning lights up the otherwise dark and squalid West Wing of my billion dollar manor.

"Bruce…"

Well, I figure out what’s different… Just about thirty years. “How-” And then even more realization hits me; he’s from a different universe. I should have seen this coming. I should be used to things like this by now.

#whipandclaws

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     "Too old and stiff, huh?" Is he even trying to get on my good side? I grunt and move pass him, one foot settled on the brick parapeting the rooftop we're on top of. We're both bathed in the neon glare of floodlit advertisement boards perpendicularly strung up all throughout this district of Gotham. I can hear the gravel beneath his feet crunch as he moves.      "The Justice League isn't a pawn for the government, here? They aren't in the pocket of... Lex Luthor and Brainiac?" I ask, the thought's comforting. Too comforting. A dream, it had to be. Though then again, what if it wasn't?

     "Is... Is Jason still alive?"

Kyle gave a hiss when his ring is taken and the mask bleeds off his face with it. Great; now he was powerless.

"Obviously, you aren’t from here. Not this Earth. The League is nice and strong here; we’ve got hundreds of members. I’m one of five Green Lanterns on Earth and almost all of them are League members. “

"It sounds crazy as hell but— I’ve been to other Earths before. So it’s not impossible that you’re just from somewhere else in the Multiverse. But you’re too old and stiff to be my Batman."

#iforgemyownfuture

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naturejustgotmuscle is on the operating table.

     Monstrous vines and other forms of wild vegetation are what engross Gotham's Central Park and parked along the front entrance had been me within the Bat-Mobile. The moniker never ceasing to amaze me in how it brought a smile to my face as it reminded me of Dick and how jubilant and juvenile he used to be. I have the blocking plants under my crosshairs, my modified tank ready to mow over any uncut grass.

     SURRENDER NOW OR PREPARE TO BE CUT DOWN, PAMELA.

     The air crackles with the speakers installed into my mode of transportation and heavy artillery. I await her retort, though I know the hippie won't come out without a fight, so I let my fingers grow anxious while steadied under the trigger guards. The rocket launchers are stationed and ready.      "Very adequately put, Master Bruce."       "Shut up, Alfred."

#naturejustgotmuscle

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powerfulcleavage is on the operating table.

     "Did Clark send you?"

#powerfulcleavage #thanks for the follow back c:

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Batman: The Dark Knight Returns

released by DC Comics on October 1, 1986.

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     This was one of those moments, weren't they? Those hypothetical, 'if you could kill Adolf Hitler when he was an infant, would you?' scenarios. Though this didn't seem like Joker before the insanity and the murders, he was younger than the Joker I was acquainted with.      The Joker who took his own life after I gave the job a head start. He was sure this Joker had killed already lesser amount than he'd reach by the time my years crept up on me and yet that'd still be one too many.      Perhaps this was a second chance? To set things right?

     "I know my younger self would have taken the time to try and reason with you, you sick degenerate piece of filth. But I know better."

Laughs From The Past (thisisntamudhole

#maytheflossbewithyou

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"None of you are safe."- Batman, Year One.

#Batman #Year One #Frank Miller #Batman Year One #DC #comics

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maytheflossbewithyou is on the operating table.

     "Joker."

#maytheflossbewithyou #thanks for the follow!

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     Sarcasm was definitely similar to that of Selina's. As well as similarly not appreciated on my end. I'm bulkier than my younger counterpart, the years have and haven't been kind. Years of excessive drinking can take their toll on someone, even if they shed away these overall petty vices to embrace an idea.       "What're you doing here?" A severe case of the flesh not enacting in the best interest of my fortified will. My resolve as strong as ever. For that was the problem with zeal. Because however passionate you might have been...      If you lacked direction then it proved futile. 

"No. I’m the maid."

#callmeselina

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     "Judging from the tone of your voice, that doesn't sound like a compliment, son. And from where your standing-- or rather laying-- what you have to say about how I move holds little to no weight, boy." As a precaution, I take his ring.      "You'll get this back when I see fit." Telling him after having put the ring in one of the unoccupied pouches along my utility belt, "The Justice League is long disbanded. How're you a member?      "And elaborate on what you mean I'm not your Batman?

     "None of this is adding up."

     Kyle tells himself again and again he’ll catch up and be as good as Bruce one day. Today is not definitely not one of those days, especially when he’s on the ground before he can even think of putting a shield between them.

     Why would he ever put a shield between himself and Bruce though?

    He wheezes when he’s held down and thinks about testing the grip Bruce has on him before deciding against it. He knows, he’s trained enough with the Dark Knight to know there’s no escaping.

    “I’m a member of the League.” Think, think fast. "Bruce- Batman trained me. Personally. You aren’t my Batman though; you don’t move quite like him.”

   He’s too stiff, whereas Kyle’s Batman moves with the fluidity of a living shadow. This Batman has been through the ringer a good number of times- and he hasn’t always come out in the best shape.

#iforgemyownfuture

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     I pull back my cowl, which in itself was an extraordinary feat considering this could have been someone playing a trick on me. But there was a feeling in my gut that told me she was who I thought her to be.      "Different just about sums it up." My eyes remain like stone. 

"Are you alright, Bruce? You seem different…" His suit looks a bit old fashioned, I notice. Was he drugged or something? Was I drugged?

#whipandclaws