Mr.HamCustoms
EWSG Batman Vol. 1 #13 "Revolution"
I glide down in between the two forces, and stand to the Sons of Batman. The leader walks up to me, and kneels. He gets up, and holds his gun proudly.
“We are going to save Gotham City tonight, but not with those. Firearms are clumsy and cowardly. Meant for criminals. We aren't criminals, quite the opposite. The monsters behind us praise a madman, who hasn't been seen in years. A lunatic, who murdered innocent people for a laugh.”
I take the leader's gun, and snap it across my knee.
“You heard the man, break em!”
He yells.
“We won't use those, they're a coward’s weapon. We'll use our brawn, and our wit.”
They all reply.
“Yes sir!”
I turn to a member.
“What's your name, kid?”
“Michael. Michael Lane, .”
He says, intimidated by me.
“Well Michael, tonight’s going to be a long night. Ready up.”
He nods and yells for the rest to do as a say.
The Red Hood's seize rioting when they acknowledge me. They all begin to run, and so do we.
It's complete pandemonium. Gun shots and punches every second, I evade gunfire, and protect members of the sons as well. This old suit is surprisingly holding up well, protected me from a few otherwise fatal attacks.
My adrenaline is pumping so hard, that when a Red Hood stabs me in the shoulder, I punch him square in the nose, and down to the ground.
The battle rages on for hours, and most of both sides have fallen. I continue to bed on the Red Hoods, to find almost all of them are done. I see one Red Hood standing above a Son, and I go ballistic.
I leap at him, and tackle him to the ground. My fist doesn't stop until I break his mask and blood pours through his nose and mouth.
I stand up, realizing what I've just done. The abyss begins to stare back at me, and I embraced it. My hands are covered in blood.
I turn to the remaining members, and nod to them, telling them that this is all over.
I grapple onto a building, and glide back to the tower.
Down in the bunker, Alfred is fixing up my stab wounds and broken bones, and I begin to reflect on these past couple months. I decide that the only way to walk down memory lane, is to go there.
EWSG Batman Vol. 1 #13 "Revolution"
I glide down in between the two forces, and stand to the Sons of Batman. The leader walks up to me, and kneels. He gets up, and holds his gun proudly.
“We are going to save Gotham City tonight, but not with those. Firearms are clumsy and cowardly. Meant for criminals. We aren't criminals, quite the opposite. The monsters behind us praise a madman, who hasn't been seen in years. A lunatic, who murdered innocent people for a laugh.”
I take the leader's gun, and snap it across my knee.
“You heard the man, break em!”
He yells.
“We won't use those, they're a coward’s weapon. We'll use our brawn, and our wit.”
They all reply.
“Yes sir!”
I turn to a member.
“What's your name, kid?”
“Michael. Michael Lane, .”
He says, intimidated by me.
“Well Michael, tonight’s going to be a long night. Ready up.”
He nods and yells for the rest to do as a say.
The Red Hood's seize rioting when they acknowledge me. They all begin to run, and so do we.
It's complete pandemonium. Gun shots and punches every second, I evade gunfire, and protect members of the sons as well. This old suit is surprisingly holding up well, protected me from a few otherwise fatal attacks.
My adrenaline is pumping so hard, that when a Red Hood stabs me in the shoulder, I punch him square in the nose, and down to the ground.
The battle rages on for hours, and most of both sides have fallen. I continue to bed on the Red Hoods, to find almost all of them are done. I see one Red Hood standing above a Son, and I go ballistic.
I leap at him, and tackle him to the ground. My fist doesn't stop until I break his mask and blood pours through his nose and mouth.
I stand up, realizing what I've just done. The abyss begins to stare back at me, and I embraced it. My hands are covered in blood.
I turn to the remaining members, and nod to them, telling them that this is all over.
I grapple onto a building, and glide back to the tower.
Down in the bunker, Alfred is fixing up my stab wounds and broken bones, and I begin to reflect on these past couple months. I decide that the only way to walk down memory lane, is to go there.