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As soon as he could get away from the old man that pulled him away from the fight, Bruce ran to his car and grabbed the bag he kept his gear in and rushed to change. Meanwhile, Waylon was battling two large plants that were putting up a good fight while Pamela stayed safely back, holding a small plant in her hand, hidden inside her purse.
Being taller than him, the two plants had an easy job of keeping him at bay, attacking and retreating, but other than keeping the large teenager at bay, there was not much else they could do against the raging mutant.
"This is how you treat me after all we've been through?" he asked and knocked one of the plants out of the ground.
"All we've been through? Do you listen to yourself? All you care about was that I gorgeous, you didn't care about anything I was interested in! At least Bruce takes an interest in me beyond my looks!"
"What's wrong with likin' you for your looks? You show'm off plenty."
"You take that back you... sewer lizard!"
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That night, after a few more hours of work, Bruce finally spread out the completed version of what he was turning the memory cloth into. He looked at it with a proud smile, the familiar shape would soon help him to...
"Master Bruce?" he heard Alfred as he walked up the steps to the attic so he scrambled to hide the cloth. "Are you in here?"
"Uh, yeah, Alfred. What is it?"
"Honestly, Master Bruce, it is one o'clock. Don't you think it's about time you went to bed?"
"What were you doing this late?"
"Um... school project. It's due in a few days."
"If I can assist you in any way..." Alfred said walking to the table Bruce had been working at.
"No! It's... sensitive stuff and boring, you know, high school stuff."
"I see. Well, off to bed now."
The next morning, Bruce was just as tired as the day before and could barely keep his eyes open in class. Thankfully, whenever she saw him close his eyes for too long, Barbara would poke him in the ribs with a pencil to wake him up. By lunch time, he
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In an underground laboratory, Wayde was lying on a bed, his wrists and ankles were shackled with large metal restraints and there was a large metal arm with a myriad of equipment attached to it, among them a few syringes connected to thin tubes that went up the arm and through the wall. On his left was a large window leading to another room in which an old man in a lab coat was looking over several indicators. Next to him stood Eduard who looked pleased for some reason.
"Hey Ed... remind me why I'm doin this..." Wayde said nervously.
"To get back at the Batman, you dim-witted oaf. Now stop behaving like a spineless gecko and calm down."
"I just... I don't like needles!"
"Then perhaps it would comfort you, Mr Jones, to know that when I'm done with you, no needle will ever hurt you again," the man in the lab coat said checking his vitals.
"I swear it on my medical licence," the other replied and pushed a few buttons that lowered the mechanical arm towards Wayde.
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Walking carefully in a dark alley behind an old factory, Jay kept looking around to make sure there was no one else around. "Brucey!" he hissed. "You here?"
Steps were heard coming his way only they came from more than one person and the two school bullies stepped into the light. The former quarterback in front of him, the wrestling captain coming up from behind.
"Brucey's not in right now but you like, please leave a message after the ass whoopin'!" Wayde said making his knuckles snap.
"Brucey never sent that note to meet'm here, did he?" Jay said trying to keep a smile on his face.
"See Ed? I told you he didn't have a balloon animal for a brain."
"Indeed, he does seem smarter than your average prankster."
"Heh, and here I thought you guys didn't have a sense of humour..."
"Trust me, you'll die laughing when we're done with you," Wayde said as the two boys started closing in on him.
"I'd love to exchange a few jokes with you guys but all you care about are the punch-lines," Jay said
Gotham High 1Morning, the sun was just starting to shine on Wayne manor, it's rays barely lighting up a messy room filled with crumpled papers of schematics and calculations, clothes thrown all over the place including the bed where a young man with dark hair was sleeping. The door opened and an elderly man dressed in a neat suit walked in with a tray. He took one look at the room and frowned then walked over to the table and placed the tray on an empty corner then went to the window and threw the curtains open, waking up the teenager in an instant who groaned and turned his back on the sun.Gotham High 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Rise and shine, young master," the old man said going back to get the tray.
"The sun is rising and shining enough for the both of us," the boy moaned.
"Come, come now, Master Bruce. You can't be late for your first day of high school now can you?"
"Oh right that was today " Bruce said sitting up.
"Yes, it was indeed today the day we discussed you would return to public school," the man said placing
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The next day, Bruce was tired but pleased with himself as he parked in the school lot. His first night out had been a success, a very popular one at that. The whole school was talking about that shadow-man that attacked the school bullies, one of them must have talked about it.
"Bruce!" Oswald called as he and a few others rushed to him. "Did you hear?"
"The Bat Man," Victor answered. "Wayde kept talking about it, an individual wearing a bat suit attacked him and his partner last night."
"Made total fools of them too," Edward added.
"Well, I guess that taught them a lesson," he shrugged.
"How can you be so impassive to this?" Oswald asked. "I know you've only been here a short while but I thought you had developed the same animosity towards them."
"I just think it would have been better if we taught them a lesson, not some loon in a bat suit," Bruce answered opening his locker.
"I agree," Harvey added. "Noble as this vigilante's intentions may be, we should be the ones
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'If I could compensate for mass vs. Endurance... maybe I need to be in continuous motion and put less strain on the wire then...'
"Wayne! Get the lead out!" the coach yelled snapping him out of his musing and back to earth where he was supposed to be climbing a rope during P.E.
"Yes, Coach!" he called back and got back to climbing.
But when he got back down the coach looked displeased with his performance.
"Listen here, Wayne. I have an eye for athletes and by the looks of you, you're holding back. What're you afraid of, you 'll stand out?"
"Something like that "
"Well tough, I want new blood on my football team and you're trying out tomorrow or else," the man said walking away.
Seeing how Wayde was one of the players on the team, Bruce was reluctant to show up for tryouts. By lunch time the next day he was still trying to figure out how to get out of it without upsetting a guy like the sports teacher. But when he walked in the cafeteria he saw that the two large boys were alrea
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Bruce rushed o this car in the parking lot, keeping his eyes and ears alert for anything but he was lucky to get all the way there without being seen by anyone. He grabbed his bag and rushed to the gym to put it on, wondering if he was not exaggerating a bit by changing into his alter ego. After all, it could have been a simple practical joke.
Inside, Ivy had backed away until she reached the tables but when the figure came out of the smoke it turned out to be Wayde.
"You look pretty, Pammy doll," he said with a wide toothy grin.
"You look like something that crawled out of a sewer. Is this your doing?" she asked waving at the smoke.
"He had to leave early, what do you want, you overgrown brute?"
"Payback, but I'll settle for a dance instead," he answered walking closer until a tray of food smashed against his head.
Turning around he saw the short, skinny Edward who was shaking like a leaf but had a furious look on his face. Wayde looked at him stunned for a moment t
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Dr Strange was right, he had to face his fear. Wearing a full gear, even though it was a bit loose for him and he had to adjust it carefully, Bruce tied the rope to a tree then went to the old well on the estate. The light did not penetrate more than a few feet inside but he still climbed on the edge then slowly lowered himself in. After a while he had to turn on the flashlight attached to his helmet to see, every little sound seemed amplified in the dark, damp tunnel. In less than ten minutes he reached the bottom, ending up in part of a cave complex. He was a bit nervous and kept looking from left to right but because of the flashlight he disturbed an entire colony of bats that flew off the walls and surrounded him, turning into a flurry of black, leathery shapes. Bruce's first instinct was to duck but he tripped on the rope and fell, his helmet went flying into a rock, the flashlight breaking on impact. He was left alone in the dark but slowly he noticed there was light after all,
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At the hospital, Bruce was lying down on a bed with Alfred standing beside him. The old man had a worried look at him and kept fidgeting.
"I'll be fine, Alfred," Bruce assured him. "It's just a few cracked ribs."
"I fail to see how that constitutes as fine," the old man replied.
"Yes, I know, I worry too much. But a good friend of mine put me in charge of what he held dearest in this world so I would say I have every right to be. And if you would just..."
"I will not stand aside, Alfred," Bruce interrupted with a sombre voice and a look of fierce determination in his eyes. "I will never stand aside, look away or ignore."
"I would never even consider asking you to, young master. So do not ask me not to worry about you."
"Deal," Bruce said and smiled, making the old man smile and shake his head at him.
"Alright, what did he do now?" an elderly woman wearing a doctor's coat asked walking in.
"A fight at school, Leslie," Alfred answered.
"Figures... he can be so careless with