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“What’s this, hmm? My little soldier refusing orders?” Alan’s pout deepened. “It’s the morning one, Mom. The worst! I don’t want it.” Richard came to sit on the other side of the bed, arms folding across his broad chest as he gave Alan a mock stern look. “So what? You think real heroes only eat candy? Even Batman takes his vitamins.” Alan wrinkled his nose. “Batman doesn’t have gross medicine!” “Oh, trust me, champ. He does. How else do you think he runs around Gotham all night? Strong medicine, strong hero.” Richard winked, trying not to laugh.

I raised my hand into the air, gathering momentum then I whipped Ricky. “Ahh!” Ricky screamed. “Why did you whip me so hard? You almost killed me! I know you aren’t doing this because you were forced, you are doing this from your heart. You’re definitely taking revenge on me. You’re taking revenge on me for whatever I had done to you since the first time we met!” “Sorry,” I mouthed to Ricky. “That’s totally wonderful. If your strike could make Ricky scream like a toddler, I bet a few more of your strike could make him weak. You have great strength in your hands, my friend. You’re definitely better than your teacher in this one,” Bane complimented.

His eyes were focused, almost predatory, as he took in the scene. The man holding me hesitated, his grip loosening just enough. Matthew stepped forward, his body coiled and ready, and in one swift motion, he pulled out a small black baton from behind his pants. He clicked on a button, and it suddenly stretched into a thick metal rod. His fist tightened around it and swung at my first attacker; it collided with his jaw, sending him reeling. I stumbled back as Matthew took on the other men with swift, calculated movements. He moved like a fighter—each swing controlled, each kick aimed to do maximum damage.

“I forgot you were here.” We both look at the wall where my bat made contact. There’s a sizable dent in the drywall, with small cracks spider-webbing out from the center of impact. If Arthur had been a second slower, that would have been his skull. “I’m so sorry,” I breathe, horrified. “I just… I was half-asleep and scared and—” Arthur starts laughing. Not just a chuckle, but full-blown laughter that makes his shoulders shake. I stare at him, bewildered by his reaction, until the absurdity of the situation hits me too.

He clenched his jaw and glared at the guard who tased him. “You bloody bastards just ruined a reunion between my lady and me.” He rolled over and leaped up to his feet as graceful as a circus performer, towering over the guards once more. He picked up the bat he’d dropped and smacked it into his open palm. “I’m gonna teach you bogs a lesson you’ll never forget.” He hit his palm again. “So that every time you see a bat, you’d piss yourself. Would you like that, you—“ His large body spasmed again as a female guard tased him, causing him to drop his bat. He seemed to crumple into himself before going down hard on the ground. He didn’t move.

"Why did you become silent? Tell me na, am I too kind?" "The world is cruel no doubt and you, my love, is like an angel and being too kind is not bad you know." "So you also think that I am very kind?" "There is no doubt in that." "You know I can be a badass too," I said only to receive his chuckle. "You don't believe me?" I asked him to which he turned me around and said, "You and badass?" "Namit, I am serious." "And I am batman," he replied rolling his eyes.

"Did you notice how everyone was lit like the fourth of July except Wayne when we were out there?" He wiped down the counter before answering and I moved away,careful not to touch him. "Yeah.I wonder what his power is....we know what everyone can do except him." I took a bunch of grapes from the refrigerator and started popping them into my mouth in twos. "Maybe he really IS like batman.Didn't he mention something about self defense?" I broke off a cluster and passed to him when he reached out a hand. He made sure our fingers didn't touch,looked out the window instead of at me.

When he smiles like someone is very dear to him, but the smile is empty, cruel even. “Persistent.” He exclaims pleasantly, like we’re conversing over the luncheon he looked like he walked into. “Stubborn,” I correct, wiping blood off my lip with my shoulder. “Ask anyone.” Bane barrels in at exactly that moment, and I smirk as he skids on the baton. He goes down so hard it shakes the wall. I laugh. I can’t help it. Pain blinks the edges of my vision when I do. The heartbeat kicks again. So she or he does not like slapstick. Noted.

He can wax lyrical about Peter Parker for hours and I’m hoping this will be enough to distract him. “Peter’s only a boy,” Jackson says with a giggle, like I’m the silliest person on the planet. “But Batman is old like you.” Ouch. I’m not sure that 26 can be classified as teetering on the edge of the grave, but I guess to a 4-year old, it must seem pretty ancient. On par with middle-aged Batman, in fact. “Oh look, there’s your school up ahead. Are you excited to see all your friends?” I ask desperately.

Wonder above wonder, he keeps his calm. Her head moves back in union with her overly dramatic eye roll. “Oh, my word! Old people.” “This …” She circles her hand with a huge gesture in front of Jackson’s face, “… right here … real Batman Attitude.” I might be simple-minded, but I still don’t get it. Jackson flinches. “Oh, my gosh.” River throws her hands in the air. “It means you’re cocky, grumpy, and moody.” Oh, that’s befitting. She doesn’t give him time to respond.