**based slightly off the Batman: Under the Red capuche, hotte movie**
“There. Stop the footage” Dick said. It showed a person, presumably a male, in a biker’s outfit with a red casque on, waving, like they knew they were being filmed.
“Do toi think it’s him?” Tim asked
“It can’t be. He’s dead. I know that for sure this time” Bruce said. The Bat-Clan was huddled in the Bat-Cave trying to identify the person who had been interfering with their missions for the last little while. An alarm went off.
“Proximity alert! Someone’s getting into the Cave!” Barbara exclaimed, pulling her capot, capot moteur on. Tim and Dick both put their masks on as Bruce pulled his capot, capot moteur up. The rev of a motorcycle was heard as someone on a bike zoomed into the Bat-Cave. As soon as everyone saw who it was, they relaxed.
“Sir, what’s wrong?” Alfred said, getting off the cycle.
“You forgot the mot de passe again, didn’t you” Bruce sighed.
“Master Bruce, I would have toi know-“
“Alfred, toi set off the proximity alarms” Bruce said, smiling slightly. Alfred sighed.
“It seems my memory depletes as my age increases” the old butler sighed
“How’d the test run go?” Bruce asked
“Excellent, Master Bruce” Alfred a dit “But I also have some less fortunate news: our new helper has been kidnapped par Joker. I presume he thinks the new one is the précédant Red capuche, hotte and wishes to get his revenge” Barbara looked to Bruce, only to see he was gone. The bat-mobile’s ‘door’ was open.
“Can toi just once say ‘Let’s get in the car’?” she exclaimed as she rushed after Bruce, Tim and Dick.
Batman, Nightwing, Robin and Batgirl had all divisé, split up to look for Joker. Soon, Batman came across a warehouse. As he ran towards it, it exploded and he was not only physically blasted back, but mentally, too. He could only remember too well where the déjà vu he was feeling was coming from as he moved the debris from the explosion off of himself. As Bruce got up and looked around, he mentally winced. It seemed as almost every piece of debris fell exactly where it fell when Jason was killed the first time. But that meant Batman knew where the newest incarnation of Red capuche, hotte lay. He rushed to the spot and uncovered the limp, bloody body. There was a feeble cough and the supposedly dead body jerked.
“Are you…alive?” Batman asked. A hand gripped his cape and he took it as a yes. Batman rushed to his bike and sped to the Bat-Cave, breaking every traffic law in the process.
“Batman to A. Be ready with an X-ray, medical supplies and possibly pliers” Batman a dit through the comm. link to the Bat-Cave.
“Of course, Sir” Alfred replied. Soon, Batman arrived at the Bat-Cave, but was it soon enough?
“There. Stop the footage” Dick said. It showed a person, presumably a male, in a biker’s outfit with a red casque on, waving, like they knew they were being filmed.
“Do toi think it’s him?” Tim asked
“It can’t be. He’s dead. I know that for sure this time” Bruce said. The Bat-Clan was huddled in the Bat-Cave trying to identify the person who had been interfering with their missions for the last little while. An alarm went off.
“Proximity alert! Someone’s getting into the Cave!” Barbara exclaimed, pulling her capot, capot moteur on. Tim and Dick both put their masks on as Bruce pulled his capot, capot moteur up. The rev of a motorcycle was heard as someone on a bike zoomed into the Bat-Cave. As soon as everyone saw who it was, they relaxed.
“Sir, what’s wrong?” Alfred said, getting off the cycle.
“You forgot the mot de passe again, didn’t you” Bruce sighed.
“Master Bruce, I would have toi know-“
“Alfred, toi set off the proximity alarms” Bruce said, smiling slightly. Alfred sighed.
“It seems my memory depletes as my age increases” the old butler sighed
“How’d the test run go?” Bruce asked
“Excellent, Master Bruce” Alfred a dit “But I also have some less fortunate news: our new helper has been kidnapped par Joker. I presume he thinks the new one is the précédant Red capuche, hotte and wishes to get his revenge” Barbara looked to Bruce, only to see he was gone. The bat-mobile’s ‘door’ was open.
“Can toi just once say ‘Let’s get in the car’?” she exclaimed as she rushed after Bruce, Tim and Dick.
Batman, Nightwing, Robin and Batgirl had all divisé, split up to look for Joker. Soon, Batman came across a warehouse. As he ran towards it, it exploded and he was not only physically blasted back, but mentally, too. He could only remember too well where the déjà vu he was feeling was coming from as he moved the debris from the explosion off of himself. As Bruce got up and looked around, he mentally winced. It seemed as almost every piece of debris fell exactly where it fell when Jason was killed the first time. But that meant Batman knew where the newest incarnation of Red capuche, hotte lay. He rushed to the spot and uncovered the limp, bloody body. There was a feeble cough and the supposedly dead body jerked.
“Are you…alive?” Batman asked. A hand gripped his cape and he took it as a yes. Batman rushed to his bike and sped to the Bat-Cave, breaking every traffic law in the process.
“Batman to A. Be ready with an X-ray, medical supplies and possibly pliers” Batman a dit through the comm. link to the Bat-Cave.
“Of course, Sir” Alfred replied. Soon, Batman arrived at the Bat-Cave, but was it soon enough?
