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This is gonna be a weekly updated story following a group of university students as they enlist into the Bats to try and fight the ever growing crime in Gotham's streets. Follow the exploits of Travis, Laura, Joe and Roland as they turn from Super Zeros to Super Heroes.
Prologue - The Beginning of the Night (In this post)
Chapter 1 - Average Joes
Chapter 2 - Lecture Lockdown
Chapter 3 - Unexpected Invitation
Chapter 4 - Restless
Prologue - The Beginning of the Night
It was a cold, bitter night. Little stirred in the streets of Gotham, as it was unusually quiet for such an active town. A lanky, thin man leaned against a wall of an apartment block, checking his watch. 20:45. He wore a thin red blazer and trousers, with a black t-shirt and white tie inside of it. His hair was rather outgrown and blonde, and he wore a thick pair of customised, jagged sunglasses which covered most of his expressions. He sighed, and stared up at the sky.
"Damn it, you said you'd be here. Where the devil are you?" He mumbled furiously. He had found it peculiar that his client had asked for such a specific place and such a specific time, but the man had thought nothing of it at the time. He heard something rattling down the street, and he snapped his head back down. Just an old car. Get a grip of yourself. They can't have caught on yet. Nobody's after you.
Another sound. A door slamming shut and a cat crying. The tall man took a deep breath, clearly unnerved by these noises. He took a brief look around his environment. It was still as quiet and still as ever. He walked forwards a few paces, checking the alleyways. They were empty, too.
"Screw it, I'm not staying around for this git." He mumbled to himself, as he began to stroll home. He had his head down to the floor, and hardly saw the large, bulky man in front of him that he bumped into down the road. He was a bright and colourful man with a less then colourful appearance: He wore a flower over a green and purple t-shirt and trousers, and wore clown face paint, with a spiked up green haircut.
"Ya' lookin' for sommun'?" The man-mountain spoke barbarically. After taking a few minutes to decipher what he had said, the tall man's nerves began to kick in.
"Oh, n-no. I was just walking through. That's all." He said, trying to walk around the man.
"Ya' sure? You wa' leanin' on that wall for a while now."
"Yeah, well I'm not looking for them anymore, ok? Now, can I ple-"
"You're not going any where, sir." A more sinister, high pitched voice squeaked. A shadow emerged from an alleyway of a small, disfigured man with an Uzi. He wore a green vest and purple shorts, and wore matching face paint and haircut as the huge man. "We know why you're there. Our boss put quite the large bounty on ya head. Dead or alive. Preferably DEAD."
"I get it... you’re part of the Jokerz, aren't you?"
"Well gee officer, ya got us there." The larger man chuckled.
"A bunch of lowlife punks who seek nothing but watching this town to burn. Yet you cowardly run back into the cracks of society under the cover of your lives when Batman returns. You're pathetic. You think carrying around guns and terrorising innocent civilians makes you a 'hard man'. It doesn't. It makes you a coward." The red suited man said, pointing at the two of them, whilst backing up.
"We try. You got a point?" The tiny man said arrogantly. "It's a reaaal good thing that's a red suit.’Cause it's about to get a whole lot more red on it."
The red man said nothing, but backed up slightly. He threw his hand into his pocket, and threw down a small canister. A blinding explosion lit the place up and covered his forward roll into an alleyway. As he expected, the small man started spraying his bullets at thin air. "Not today, clowns!"
"Damn it! I thought WE were meant to be the bad guys here! The ones that are supposed to be using those! After him!" The small man squealed, rubbing his eyes frantically. The thin suited man ran straight into a dead end. Kicking the wall, he ducked behind a skip, and drew out his revolver carefully. He watched the entrance carefully.
"I got a bullet just for you..." He muttered. The large man thundered in carrying an old Army surplus M60. The slender man looked in awe as he brandished it, furiously darting his eyes down the alley for his target. The suited man wasted no time trying to disable the weapon, shooting it dead centre with precision. Startled, the giant of a man fumbled and dropped his gun, flipping a pistol out of his pockets and pointing it out at the skip. The tiny man from earlier had joined in the showdown.
"Why do you even bother assisting... no wait, resisting... us? Submit, your life's over!"
"Well, clearly I have the upper hand with this here piece of cover. So how about you drop your weapons, and walk away?"
"Or... maybe ya can drop yours! Unless you have some kind of effed up alliance plan, you're toast!"
The tall man's eyes widened. He dropped his weapon, raised his arms and stood up. "Actually..."
A young adult viewed the situation from the above apartment block. Such a showdown was a common sight around this area at night, but to see it resolved this way was not. He had wrapped himself in his bed sheets and his pitch-black hair was wildly uncontrolled. He had a rough stubble, and had had trouble mustering the effort together just to get out of bed and watch the scene below. The rest of the people in the room were fast asleep as usual, though normally they'd be woken up at this time of night by the gunshots from earlier. The larger Joker stared up at him from below.
"Hey! What da fook are you lookin' at?" He yelled. The boy, Travis, didn't shift, glaring back with his half closed eyes. He yawned lazily, and shuffled back to bed, wrapping himself in his bed sheets once more in an attempt to get to sleep again.
"Meh. Same ****, different day..."
Next Chapter: Meet our heroic cast!