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Scarlet Speedster Pt. 9 - Countdown to Doom Pt. 3
With in a few moments I was knocking on the boy’s apartment door, I wasn’t sure who to expect at the door his mom, his dad? Instead I got quite a surprise it was Michael himself who answered the door.
“Hey Kiddo!”
“You! You’re the Flash!”
“Last I checked! Is it alright if I come in!”
“Yes yes please!”
The boy allows me into his apartment and shuts the door behind him. He ushers me to the couch and begins asking me all sorts of questions. First off he asks me why I’m here, an ample question. I bounce it off quickly and ask him what he’s doing on his own. Apparently his Mom is a nurse and has been doing double shifts for the last week covering for people who are on vacation at the Gotham General. He asks more questions such as what’s it like to hang out with Superman and Wonder Woman, can Hal truly make anything by thinking about it? Is Bruce really a vampire? You name it this kid asked me, but through all of this I couldn’t help but notice the key piece of evidence that proves the boys innocence. His arms were cut less. He wasn’t our criminal. Thank goodness. Now it’s just a case of waiting for Bruce to turn up whenever that bat-mobile of his finally manages to achieve more than third gear, but given how Michael feels about the League I decided I would have a little fun with Bruce….
Five minutes later Bruce arrives and Michael is just as excited to see him as he was to see me.
“Told you he’d come.”
“OH MY GOD IT’S YOU! YOU’RE BATMAN!”
I give Barry a glare. What has he just led me into?
“Yes. I am.”
“Wow no-one is going to believe tomorrow when I tell them! Can I have your autograph?”
“No. Now tell me. Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“The girls.”
“What girls?”
“The girls you’ve abducted! Where are they!”
“I don’t know any girls!”
Bruce grabs hold of Michael and pins him against the wall. I swiftly race up and grab hold of Bruce’s right arm ready to stop him if I need to.
“Batman put him down.”
“Stay out of this Flash. I’ll show you how you get scum like this to talk.”
“No! Look at his arms!”
I notice Bruce inspecting the arms and it’s clear of his face the moment he recognizes that the boy is injury free. It can’t be him. Almost immediately Bruce puts him down in a very somber tone. Bruce now seems confused by all this.
“But that doesn’t make sense. It has to be you.”
“It isn’t! Look at me! I struggle to hold a baseball bat let alone carry away a sixteen-year-old girl against her own will! Anyone of them would easily walk all over me! In fact they did…”
Hearing those words my face quickly changes. At first I was pulling a smug facial expression that I knew Bruce could see, but upon hearing that Michael was bullied I quickly changed it to a more comforting face.
“What?”
“Those girls. The ones that have been abducted. All of them bullied me at school at some point.”
“How come?”
“My skin is like paper. It cuts easily and thanks to my von Willebrand disease I spurt out a lot more blood than a normal teen would. At each school I’d accidentally get cut and bleed non-stop and I ended up freaking out most of the girls because I wouldn’t’ stop bleeding. “
“Go on.” Bruce says as he moves into a corner of the room, clearly backing away to keep Michael at ease especially after what just happened.
“Well after that the girls took to mocking me because I couldn’t help it. I got called all sorts of names. Blood-river. Aquaman’s period. Super-squirt. You name it I got called it.”
“That’s terrible. How did you deal with it?”
“I didn’t. My Mom ended up just moving me from school to school but it kept happening over and over again.”
“Where is your Mother? I’d of thought she’d of woken up by now.” Bruce again says from the corner, he sure does like to keep himself hidden in the shadows or as best as he can.
“She’s had to work late nights this week. Says she’s covering for someone who’s on vacation at work. She says she blames herself for my von Willebrand disease. Apparently I inherited it from her.”
At the moment Michael said that, I saw headlights pull up in the parking lot of the apartment complex, and there’s no doubt Bruce saw it. Bruce makes sure he sees everything, not to mention the headlight shone on his corner exposing him so it would have been difficult for him to not notice. Sure enough out of the car emerged Michaels Mother who entered the apartment to a big surprise to see myself and Bruce stood before her.
“Michael sweety, what’s going on?”
“Mom this is Batman and the Flash, they’re investigating the disappearance of some of the girls that have been picking on me.”
“What? Why would someone do such a thing?”
I couldn’t help but notice the bandage on the Mothers left arm, it had blood stained on it implying that it was a cut from tonight. As much I hoped it wasn’t what I feared it was painfully clear.
“I think we should be asking you, Mrs Harlot.” I said, breaking the Mother-son conversation.
“What do you mean?”
“Your bandage. You wouldn’t of happened to of cut yourself on a piece of glass from a window by chance?”
Her facial expression takes a quick turn. Originally she had been pulling a smile, a face smile really but a smile all the same, but now her face quickly turned to one of worry. She knew we’d rumbled her. Immediately she made a run for the door but I blocked it before she could make it. Then from out of her handbag she pulls some form of needle and attempts to stab her. Dang she’s crazy, not to mention a bit stupid. I’m not called the fastest man alive for a reason and I dodge every swipe she makes. Before I can retaliate though Bruce pulls her towards him using one of his gadgets and knocks the needle of her hand and restrains both her arms.
I go to comfort Michael, as I know what Bruce is about to do and he’s not going to like it.
“The girls. Where are they?”
“Mom what have you done?”
“I did it for you Michael. To punish them for what they did to you. AHHHHH!”
Evidently Bruce just increased the pressure on her left arm. I feel Michael want to race to his Mom, I choose to restrain him. The last thing you want to do is go in there when Bruce is this angry. It’s not pretty.
“The girls. Where are they.”
“I won’t talk. Those whores deserve to die for what they did to my Michael. ARHHHHH!”
“ARRRRHHHH”
“Mom!”
All this screaming is making Michael cry because of the pain his Mom is feeling. I feel incredibly uncomfortable. What would I do if it were my Mom that Bruce was doing this to?
“Batman. That’s enough.”
“Not until she talks.”
“Mom!”
“ARRRRRHHHHH”
“Stop it please you’re hurting her! Please!”
This is no good, and it’s doing nothing but upsetting the boy. I race in and grab Bruce’s arm.
“Batman that’s enough. You’ve gone too far.”
Bruce doesn’t release her from his grasp but he stops putting pressure on her wound to stop the screaming. This seems to comfort Michael if only slightly.
“Mom please tell it isn’t true.”
There is a long silent pause.
“Mom please!”
“I did it for you Michael.”
“No!”
Michael breaks down into tears again at the realization of what his Mom has done. Poor kid. I’d feel the same way if it were my Mom in that position.
“It’s alright Michael. It’s all going to be ok.” I say as I try to comfort him
“Where are the girls.” Growls Bruce.
Still she chooses remains quiet. Distraught by this Michael stands up and walks towards his Mom and looks her square in the eyes.
“Mom. Where are they.”
“…..”
“Mom please. Where are they?”
“In the hell they deserve to be.”
“Please Mom, I know you’re not like this. Where are they?”
He’s starting to cry, I walk up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
“Dixon Docks. Warehouse 24. Basement.”
Bruce and I nod at each other. Not a word is spoken but we know what everyone’s role is. Oddly though you would expect that I would have been the one to race to Dixon Docks and find the girls, but in this time it’s the opposite. Bruce races out of the apartment heading for Dixon Docks, clearly even though the League isn’t together some of the Leagues rule are being enforced notably rule number 1.
Rule 1 being that when it comes to comforting someone any Leaguer must do it besides Batman especially when the League was saving residents from a hurricane in North Carolina. People lost their homes in a horrific catastrophe and all Bruce could do was say that if they’d built their houses better this wouldn’t of happened so it was all their fault. Not the image the league wanted to portray.
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Written by - Chris A.K.A. Supremedalekdunn
This is a collab between Chris and I. Please go check out his point of view by clicking that link in the description.
Will Batman be able to save the girls before something happens?
Find out next tomorrow!
Same Bat time.
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Scarlet Speedster Pt. 9 - Countdown to Doom Pt. 3
With in a few moments I was knocking on the boy’s apartment door, I wasn’t sure who to expect at the door his mom, his dad? Instead I got quite a surprise it was Michael himself who answered the door.
“Hey Kiddo!”
“You! You’re the Flash!”
“Last I checked! Is it alright if I come in!”
“Yes yes please!”
The boy allows me into his apartment and shuts the door behind him. He ushers me to the couch and begins asking me all sorts of questions. First off he asks me why I’m here, an ample question. I bounce it off quickly and ask him what he’s doing on his own. Apparently his Mom is a nurse and has been doing double shifts for the last week covering for people who are on vacation at the Gotham General. He asks more questions such as what’s it like to hang out with Superman and Wonder Woman, can Hal truly make anything by thinking about it? Is Bruce really a vampire? You name it this kid asked me, but through all of this I couldn’t help but notice the key piece of evidence that proves the boys innocence. His arms were cut less. He wasn’t our criminal. Thank goodness. Now it’s just a case of waiting for Bruce to turn up whenever that bat-mobile of his finally manages to achieve more than third gear, but given how Michael feels about the League I decided I would have a little fun with Bruce….
Five minutes later Bruce arrives and Michael is just as excited to see him as he was to see me.
“Told you he’d come.”
“OH MY GOD IT’S YOU! YOU’RE BATMAN!”
I give Barry a glare. What has he just led me into?
“Yes. I am.”
“Wow no-one is going to believe tomorrow when I tell them! Can I have your autograph?”
“No. Now tell me. Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“The girls.”
“What girls?”
“The girls you’ve abducted! Where are they!”
“I don’t know any girls!”
Bruce grabs hold of Michael and pins him against the wall. I swiftly race up and grab hold of Bruce’s right arm ready to stop him if I need to.
“Batman put him down.”
“Stay out of this Flash. I’ll show you how you get scum like this to talk.”
“No! Look at his arms!”
I notice Bruce inspecting the arms and it’s clear of his face the moment he recognizes that the boy is injury free. It can’t be him. Almost immediately Bruce puts him down in a very somber tone. Bruce now seems confused by all this.
“But that doesn’t make sense. It has to be you.”
“It isn’t! Look at me! I struggle to hold a baseball bat let alone carry away a sixteen-year-old girl against her own will! Anyone of them would easily walk all over me! In fact they did…”
Hearing those words my face quickly changes. At first I was pulling a smug facial expression that I knew Bruce could see, but upon hearing that Michael was bullied I quickly changed it to a more comforting face.
“What?”
“Those girls. The ones that have been abducted. All of them bullied me at school at some point.”
“How come?”
“My skin is like paper. It cuts easily and thanks to my von Willebrand disease I spurt out a lot more blood than a normal teen would. At each school I’d accidentally get cut and bleed non-stop and I ended up freaking out most of the girls because I wouldn’t’ stop bleeding. “
“Go on.” Bruce says as he moves into a corner of the room, clearly backing away to keep Michael at ease especially after what just happened.
“Well after that the girls took to mocking me because I couldn’t help it. I got called all sorts of names. Blood-river. Aquaman’s period. Super-squirt. You name it I got called it.”
“That’s terrible. How did you deal with it?”
“I didn’t. My Mom ended up just moving me from school to school but it kept happening over and over again.”
“Where is your Mother? I’d of thought she’d of woken up by now.” Bruce again says from the corner, he sure does like to keep himself hidden in the shadows or as best as he can.
“She’s had to work late nights this week. Says she’s covering for someone who’s on vacation at work. She says she blames herself for my von Willebrand disease. Apparently I inherited it from her.”
At the moment Michael said that, I saw headlights pull up in the parking lot of the apartment complex, and there’s no doubt Bruce saw it. Bruce makes sure he sees everything, not to mention the headlight shone on his corner exposing him so it would have been difficult for him to not notice. Sure enough out of the car emerged Michaels Mother who entered the apartment to a big surprise to see myself and Bruce stood before her.
“Michael sweety, what’s going on?”
“Mom this is Batman and the Flash, they’re investigating the disappearance of some of the girls that have been picking on me.”
“What? Why would someone do such a thing?”
I couldn’t help but notice the bandage on the Mothers left arm, it had blood stained on it implying that it was a cut from tonight. As much I hoped it wasn’t what I feared it was painfully clear.
“I think we should be asking you, Mrs Harlot.” I said, breaking the Mother-son conversation.
“What do you mean?”
“Your bandage. You wouldn’t of happened to of cut yourself on a piece of glass from a window by chance?”
Her facial expression takes a quick turn. Originally she had been pulling a smile, a face smile really but a smile all the same, but now her face quickly turned to one of worry. She knew we’d rumbled her. Immediately she made a run for the door but I blocked it before she could make it. Then from out of her handbag she pulls some form of needle and attempts to stab her. Dang she’s crazy, not to mention a bit stupid. I’m not called the fastest man alive for a reason and I dodge every swipe she makes. Before I can retaliate though Bruce pulls her towards him using one of his gadgets and knocks the needle of her hand and restrains both her arms.
I go to comfort Michael, as I know what Bruce is about to do and he’s not going to like it.
“The girls. Where are they?”
“Mom what have you done?”
“I did it for you Michael. To punish them for what they did to you. AHHHHH!”
Evidently Bruce just increased the pressure on her left arm. I feel Michael want to race to his Mom, I choose to restrain him. The last thing you want to do is go in there when Bruce is this angry. It’s not pretty.
“The girls. Where are they.”
“I won’t talk. Those whores deserve to die for what they did to my Michael. ARHHHHH!”
“ARRRRHHHH”
“Mom!”
All this screaming is making Michael cry because of the pain his Mom is feeling. I feel incredibly uncomfortable. What would I do if it were my Mom that Bruce was doing this to?
“Batman. That’s enough.”
“Not until she talks.”
“Mom!”
“ARRRRRHHHHH”
“Stop it please you’re hurting her! Please!”
This is no good, and it’s doing nothing but upsetting the boy. I race in and grab Bruce’s arm.
“Batman that’s enough. You’ve gone too far.”
Bruce doesn’t release her from his grasp but he stops putting pressure on her wound to stop the screaming. This seems to comfort Michael if only slightly.
“Mom please tell it isn’t true.”
There is a long silent pause.
“Mom please!”
“I did it for you Michael.”
“No!”
Michael breaks down into tears again at the realization of what his Mom has done. Poor kid. I’d feel the same way if it were my Mom in that position.
“It’s alright Michael. It’s all going to be ok.” I say as I try to comfort him
“Where are the girls.” Growls Bruce.
Still she chooses remains quiet. Distraught by this Michael stands up and walks towards his Mom and looks her square in the eyes.
“Mom. Where are they.”
“…..”
“Mom please. Where are they?”
“In the hell they deserve to be.”
“Please Mom, I know you’re not like this. Where are they?”
He’s starting to cry, I walk up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
“Dixon Docks. Warehouse 24. Basement.”
Bruce and I nod at each other. Not a word is spoken but we know what everyone’s role is. Oddly though you would expect that I would have been the one to race to Dixon Docks and find the girls, but in this time it’s the opposite. Bruce races out of the apartment heading for Dixon Docks, clearly even though the League isn’t together some of the Leagues rule are being enforced notably rule number 1.
Rule 1 being that when it comes to comforting someone any Leaguer must do it besides Batman especially when the League was saving residents from a hurricane in North Carolina. People lost their homes in a horrific catastrophe and all Bruce could do was say that if they’d built their houses better this wouldn’t of happened so it was all their fault. Not the image the league wanted to portray.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by - Chris A.K.A. Supremedalekdunn
This is a collab between Chris and I. Please go check out his point of view by clicking that link in the description.
Will Batman be able to save the girls before something happens?
Find out next tomorrow!
Same Bat time.
Same Bat photostream... or you could just look at his stream if you want... or you could look at both... it's your choice really...