Batman: scourge of Blackfire 1/4

Gotham city sewer system

 

The batman trudges through the sewers infectious green water, His wounds stinging in retaliation of the waste. He leans against the wall gasping for breath and coughing blood into the thick and sickly lake of Gotham’s poisonous waste. The cultists are far behind him now but Blackfire is not. The booming voice of the so called shaman bounces off the tunnels brick walls

 

Blackfire: Why my fallen angel do you you run from your fate? Why do you refuse to see what is right in front of you

 

Batman: You’re just another criminal claiming to be what you are not

 

He scans the sewer lines but finds nothing.blackfires daunting voice continues to speak

 

Blackfire: Such brave words from a lost soul such as yourself. A soul whose time on earth is to be dreadfully short. A soul who’s only choice is to look into his saviours eyes and see that his unholy quest must come to an end!

 

Batman: and I suppose that’s you is it. My lord and saviour?

 

Blackfire: More a messenger in actuality though I did come to this city as a saviour. Or so I thought...your soul is beyond redemption. I see only the horns of lucifer when I gaze upon your black skull

 

With these sharp words the almost invisible shaman drops from the ceiling hurtling his spiked cane towards the weakened Bruce

Bruce resists defeat and dodges the cane with a single swift movement. He rises to his feet and begins to hurtle himself recklessly at Blackfire. He hits blackfire several times but the sheer size of the preacher is completely unmatched by a wounded bat.

Death is almost definite for Bruce. Or so it seems for those fateful few seconds. In which the sewers are flooded with the bright lights of armed riot officers. Batman is gone in a matter of seconds leaving Blackfire in the hands of the GCPD but this means little to the man for the first stage of indoctrination is pain and Blackfire has inflicted more than enough upon the bat

 

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The basements of Wayne manor

 

A wounded batman stumbles to the concrete floor of the basement, trying to suppress his wounds as much as possible. Alfred enters the room hurriedly lifting Bruce to a stretcher by the corner of the cave. And much to Bruce’s resist, gives him a dose of morphine sending him to sleep within seconds

 

The next morning Bruce wakes up and attempts to lift himself. With great difficulty he manages to make it to his feet.

 

Alfred: No Bruce. You mustn’t move. blackfires awful practices have left you with no option but to let the police handle his devilish escapades. They’ll be getting everything they need to know out of him as we speak.

 

Bruce/batman: No Alfred. He’s too smart for that. Where’s the suit.

 

Alfred: No Bruce. I insist you stay where you are for the time being.

 

Bruce/batman: I’m only getting info. Nothing life threatening. I’ll be back in an hour.

 

Alfred: Bruce really. You need to rest

 

Bruce/Batman: Thank you for the stitches Alfred but I’m gonna need my suit now

 

Alfred gives up the argument and instead brings a mannequin holding the bat suit over to the stretcher.

 

Alfred: Then in that case you should know I made a small upgrade.

 

Bruce/batman: Ditched the heavy goggles? Can’t say I liked them much either..

 

Alfred: Replaced them with some new lenses

 

Bruce: Thank you Alfred....for everything

 

And with that, He fades away into the caves shadows as Alfred collapses onto the empty stretcher, worrying for the boy who he has raised for so long.

Done