Mind Games: A Batman and Robin Story-chapter 1

MIND GAMES (REVISED): A BATMAN AND ROBIN STORY

CHAPTER 1:

“Let me tell you a story.”

The Dark Knight - Batman

You stood in front of the man, the man who just killed your mother. He told you to knee on the floor and beg for your life. Holding a gun you your pretty little head, he pushed you down on to the floor, he had been kicking you, and pushing you for while now. You were sure he broke your ribs, but you refused to scream out, you only let a tears flow. He picked you up by your hair, making you kneel in the puddle of blood that was left behind after your mother was shot in the head. You only stared at him.

He had the upper hand, he was holding the gun, and you were on the ground hurt. No one was around (that would help) besides his gang. You were helpless. He was now just keeping you there to entertain himself and his thugs. He had taken all of your money and jewelry, you knew he was just torturing you before he killed you like he did your mother. Your hand was rested on the ground. Lifting it, you looked at the red that stained your hand. You could feel the power you contained boil. You looked at him and his gang of losers, and walked towards them.

“Bitch you better get back. I’m not playing with you, get back and beg for your life!” He screamed sounding confused and angry that you wouldn’t do as he said. This man, standing before you, is the newest villain to show his face in Gotham City. He would escape you, and kill more people. He will kill more families, more loved ones. He was Ex-D.A., Harvey Dent, better known as Two Face.

You raised your hand and flames leapt from your palm and finger tips. The man/monster stared at you in disbelief. You screamed, he pulled the trigger, this time shooting you. He laughed.

“Some power you go there kid, to bad you wont be able to use it. He walked up to where you laid. Your eyes began to blur. You could barley keep them open. He laughed in your face, his gang of thugs did the same from a distance.

You could feel the heat from where the blood on your chest spilled, but already your body was growing cold, you could barley feel your fingertips. You didn’t try to move, knowing this was the time you were to die. Your money, wealth, your mother’s power, social standing, all of it, it didn’t matter, because none of it could save you. Not even your mother could save you. You were going to die, with no dignity, lying in a puddle of yours and your mother’s blood.

You closed your eyes. You could no longer hear the voices of the evil around you, and you were actually glad about that. You died with the laughter of evil ringing in your ears.

“Come on don’t die on me!” Said a deep voice urgently, as he slapped lightly on your face. Your eyes rolled and ached as you tried to open them. You could feel motion, like a car. You moaned slightly. You heard a sigh barley audible over the roar you identified as an engine. You tried to speak, but words wouldn’t form, your mouth was extremely dry.

“It’s okay, don’t try to speak, we are almost at the hospital.” Said the gruff voice. You laid limply again. Tremendously exhausted and weary after all that happened. “Come on, stay with me, we are almost there!” He said almost desperately, like he was pleading. ~I hear you, but I’m so tired. Let me just rest, for a while….~