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WARNING! READ BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: Hello and welcome to the second part of my Batman fan fiction story, "Batman Psycho Bat". So lets go over this again. I have been working on this special project since last year. This story heavily explores the psychosis of Bruce Wayne's mind in a new fictional way while trying fresh ideas. I wanted to portray Bruce Wayne in a different form, not as a villain really but of a troubled man suffering from an illness. A man that has suffered fear and death to an immense amount. This is something extremely ambitious in terms for what I am doing to this character and how I have changed him. The story is written in mind to make you feel inside his own mind I created, his own mentally as I have wrote in this story. Keep in mind this is only a fan fictional portrayal. I will also warn you the story does contain really heavy mature themes as it goes beyond many boundaries and crosses many lines people would consider as "grotesque" and "nightmarish". This is unlike any other material I have ever written, it is extremely graphically detailed. It is not for the easily offended or the easily scared. As you are also reading you also may feel psychotic tensions yourself and desires to do something unwilling of your own nature. You may start having visions and hallucinations shortly after you are finished followed by rapid headaches and deep sickness. You may never sleep for days to weeks or even possibly an entire year. You may never look at your life the same way again as you did before. This may in fact change your own personality in a violent disturbing way. In simple words you have a 50% chance of becoming insane and committed to an asylum. With that in mind if you are still willing to read further more sit back and enjoy a whole new bloody world you are about to entirely experience first hand. WARNING! WARNING! YOU ARE NOW ENTERING THE STORY! PLEASE TAKE STRONG EXTREME CONSIDERATION OF THESE 5 RULES TO FOLLOW WHILE READING!
1. Keep anything sharp or anything that can be considered as a weapon far away from you!
2. It is strongly advised to read this alone in an enclosed space preferably with the lights off, if you wish to read this out loud with friends take a strong notice of them every single second while you are reading. They could become deadly and unpredictable.
3. It is advised to read with a paper bag close to you as particles may fly out of your mouth
4. It is highly advised not to read the story while eating or engaging in a physical activity
5. May God have mercy on your soul
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Batman Psycho Bat : Part 2 : Bruce Psycho Wayne Begins
A grim wet night, a night of fried chicken smellin terror covered in bloody gravy. The streets are hustlin with people, the city that never sleeps. You can here bunches of needles drop within the noise of the commoners in back alley ways. Not just a bunch of ordinary needles but the needle pulled from the flesh of a generation once alive. Drugs polluted everywhere in the waste of what Gotham has become today. People now senseless raving creatures looking for the next sale or the next fad that screams bloody madness. They don't realize my plan I have in store for them. It's become hell to ground zero all because of me. The bomb ticked as they cried begging for a hero within the crowded city. Ashes rose around buildings, the sounds of explosions made music to my ears. People crying, bones crunching, screams, and good ole bloody panic and terror joined in with the music of 80s jingles slowly fading away.
Where was I other than in the middle of my own apocalypse. Tick tock we all fall down as I heard more distant cries within. It was a planned attack I couldn't stop. Why, because I did it, I destroyed part of Gotham City. Tick tock, the Batman sets the bomb off. Ten of Gotham's city blocks levelled because of me including Wayne Tower, I did this to protect what's left of my own city as you should know. I do not plea insane nor hysterically bright towards my doing. I am Bruce Wayne, and I had my reasons. Innocents die for a cause in the making of my destruction. I realize what I did was terrible, but it was an act of true pride I take for myself.
I said that load of bull**** years ago, look where I am now. In good old Arkham Asylum surrounded by lunatics just like me. I am Bruce Wayne and I am a man that made a mistake. It all just seems like a blur to me those raging events. I gave up on my city, killed innocents for nothing, and hanged up my cowl in shame. Then I pleaded insane to the whole world on the news. Checkmate, oh checkmate right on the target Bruce Wayne. Going out in public and admitting your a psycho lunatic Batman that killed thousands of innocent people and destroyed ten city blocks in one night, checkmate Bruce Wayne you should have been a dead man. You should be dead but they sent you to Arkham Asylum. It was my plan all along to be in here. Now what would good ole me Bruce Wayne want in Arkham Asylum? As you see there was a plan, but I had to switch to plan B as my other plan was as you now know it was compromised. Well no need to talk about plan A as it does not exist anymore even in my head. A lot of reality has been slowly draining from my head. They serve me drugs on a silver platter served through silver bars which dilute my memory. I see my old enemies and I tell them, "You see I'm one of you now", when I'm not one of them on the inside.
Bruce Wayne, you have become a psychopath officially. If I didn't kill Alfred with that hard as a rock tea biscuit after I heard the news he would have told me, "See Master Wayne, your obsession with bats and darkness have got out of control". 10 hours later bombarded by news reporters, judges, psycho helpers, and all the other crazy sh** stuff in the world you can think off that is related to bat sh** insanity.
I met the Joker a couple days back, he laughed at me and I laughed too with a big smile on my face just like his. I met The Riddler too and we exchanged some riddles or you can call them puns. Mr.Freeze is an ice cold man still, thought they would turn up the heat on this guy. Two Face is himself alright no facts about him other than constant Discovery Channel watching animal on animal style breeding. Oh yeah now I remember why I did it, because I wanted to save a friend trapped in Arkham. Who that friend was, I can't remember his name but it will come back to me sometime. I usually jerk when I'm bored, being in a cell surrounded by lunatics they don't care at all in fact they even like to watch me do it. I climax when a guard comes near the bars and tells me to stop and if I don't they come inside to beat me off some more either with a nightstick or their bare hands.
Jacky is my favorite guard in Arkham, he's a nice gay insane man who likes how I blew up those city blocks and killed all those people. I reckon Jacky should be sharing a cell with me but he got a free pass out of this joint which was a strange thing to happen. He was a once famed writer who was committed to Arkham Asylum after he wrote a series of articles detailing "How to Die in 9000 Ways" and apparently connecting them to comic books to try and hide the true message of his subliminal psychotic words. Well some f***** who had a lot of sh** time on the toilet was reading a couple of his articles then carefully weeded out his own damn hidden messages and he was soon caught like a mocking bird. Jacky soon after committed insanity and was sent here for five years, that was about twenty years ago before I landed here. Well the story was after those five years the doctors decided it was best for him to face the harsh reality of life. One year in the real world outside those walls, he couldn't take it. He tried getting back to writing as he normally did before but not one single word came to him. Well untimely he decided to come back here and begged like a dog to work here at Arkham Asylum. One year out and Jacky missed Arkham so much. He treated Arkham as his only home he ever had during those five gratuitous years as what was said. He often gives free blows to me whenever he has spare time at night. He is a great man who I adore so much. Jacky did me a lot of good favors and one day I shall repay him.
Day whatever the hell it is what's my name again, oh my name is Bruce Wayne. What do they serve me for lunch everyday, a stone cold salad and a nice hot chicken soup. I sometimes use the leftover soup I didn't slurp out the bowl for lube. They make it creamy and thick giving it the perfect texture. My father Thomas Wayne would have been proud of me but he slipped and fell in a wet back alley. Too bad of him his loss and my mother's own too, the robber did a good thing taking them out of their horrible misery. My parents treated me really bad that's why I became Batman, or was it that bat that flew into my window. Another blur in my mind damn Arkham drugs can be a treatment for chillers. Thomas took me for private shows in the closet lots of times growing up and I liked it. He even made puppet shows with dead animals and especially bats. He would insert his stick in the dead animal's own bottom and pretend to move them like how a real animal moves. It was always really funny to watch but at that time i didn't know any better. "What is that thing going through oh wow it feels so soft will it all be over soon cause I don't want the feeling to end". Bruce Wayne your father did not do those things to you like Alfred would say, you sick man Bruce you need help. Alfred's voice repeats again and again in my head. He's like Gizmo from The Flintstones, an annoying chump on your back that would never go away. I remember shoving the rock hard tea biscuit down Alfred's throat singing "Baby Baby Baby Oooh" with a smile. That song always turns me on.
"BRUCE WAYNE"...who's that "WHO WHO"! A mysterious voice suddenly cries out to my poor soul. Bruce you must escape Arkham within three years or terrible things may happen, "GO"! Then the voice goes away slowly like an echo covered in dirty germs. Escape Arkham in three years what the hell is this sh** Shawshank? It was the most unrealistic number I have ever heard of since the number sixty nine, being a mature lad myself I take pride for that number. Ah heck if I ever have a chance of escaping I would need a partner. Alright Bruce which one of your new or old buddies you can trust around here. I need a quiet man to keep about the escape plan. How about the Joker, yeah big mistake. Well that's how me and the Joker became super best friends, luckily he was planning an escape out of Arkham around the same time. It was the kind of exchange where you poop on one guys head and the other guy does the same back. The Joker literally (no I mean really) had a map of this whole place drawn on his ass, he knew every cell block and every hidden passage. "So Joker when you escaping the good life?", then he said "Time will tell Brucie". I must listen to that voice I heard in my head I can't delay further.Tomorrow I'm escaping.
I ask a random guard passing by how long have I been here, one year. Well I sure did delay on time when I said tomorrow. A few months ago The Joker escaped but I didn't go with him, I was scared at myself not knowing what I would do when I enter back into reality. Look at Jacky who even rushed back here himself. Do I hide or do I divulge into my madness and become something I don't want to be. They probably put my mansion under siege or sold it off to the next richest bastard in town, kudos if they found the Batcave those lucky chappers. Well Bruce one more year to think about the voice in your head if it was right or not. Then the voice suddenly shows up again.
"Bruce Wayne wake up, your faith is far worse than death. Try this, wow what is that stuff, It's all good man. I am The Traveler the voice in your head, let's go on a mystical adventure outside the walls you me and no more sanity Bruce Wayne. You will now become the Bat Killer, your goals will be to escape Arkham Asylum then have your evil revenge on the monkeys that sent you inside this cage. You did not burn down ten city blocks you were framed and drugged. Pills took you a long way home Bruce, a very long way from home. Alfred is still alive Bruce, he's putting on the sexiest maid outfit for you when you come back home to him. You play time with him and lemon tea crumpet parties with his old values hanging low. Put on your mothers' favourite dress Bruce like Alfred would always say, let's play a game of bat scissors. Moving up and down in the Batmobile we go screaming and moaning away. Climax boom all over the seats. You miss those good times Bruce and soon your chance to relive those days will come again if you escape Arkham Asylum".
Day whatever tick tock, Bruce your still in Arkham. The voice still constantly visits me every night and says some weird stuff. Is it too late to apologize for my sins I wonder. Tick tock I meet another prisoner of Arkham, surprisingly he's not one of my foes but a small time lunatic robber. News said he robbed a bank and killed everyone inside then soon after he drank all the blood he can of his dead victims. They called him the timid kind of boy like he always was. He was always polite and kind to everyone. Whenever he passes by my cell I hear a "Hey Bruce" and a thousand other diddly phrases. I feel like I have met him before. I met him again the other night before but I'm sure he was so stoned he couldn't remember it all. Jacky usually sneaks in a stash once in a while in Arkham. He is a guard which is why he is not questioned often. Then he sneaks us out our cell a few of us and we often have those crazy good poker nights. Makes me feel like I'm rich all over again.
It's midnight now, I'm looking around in my dark cell. I can't sleep anymore, the darkness has already consumed me. My poor soul has become confused. I hear sudden footsteps coming from out there, must be a guard. I can't see what's happening only a light from a flashlight is shining. Then I hear my cell unlocking, "Come on Bruce, it's time to go". I move towards the now open cell and I get closer to see the face in the dark. It was Jacky. "You have a car outside waiting for you Bruce, but we are going to have to keep a little quiet since this is sort of a break out". As Jacky closes my cell I look around in a place I hopefully will never visit again. "It's been seven years since you got here, I never thought I would see the day I got to let go of yah Bruce". I followed Jacky quietly down a few dark corridors. Then we took a hidden tunnel that was concealed by a small door, it was like a crawl space, claustrophobia nightmare. After which we made it outside. I saw a break of light from the moon. "Come on the car is this way, I already handed all your things to the stranger". Not just any ordinary stranger I soon found out. A man of my dreams that I thought I would never see again. He sees us on the far side coming towards us, he steps out the car to greet me. He is a man wearing a long black trench coat, other than that I can't see anything else on him. No, but I remember his face, that bright warm face that I found on my kitchen floor once. That warm face I punished in my dreams it seemed to be too real. That face I adored and loved was now reality. He steps towards me with a big huge smile on his face, "Bruce, it's nice to finally meet you, but I am sure you have already met me in one of your little dreams it seems".
The naked stranger returns.
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That concludes Part 2 of "Batman Psycho Bat". Stay tuned for Part 3 of Batman Psycho Bat. Thank you for reading everybody. I will end with a quick short preview to Part 3.
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Batman Psycho Bat : Part 3 : The Stranger Ride Home
Doing 95mph on the long country road. It felt good to be out and take in the fresh air. The naked stranger is on the wheel. At least that was who I saw him as in my dreams. He looks to me with a smile and said, "Bruce, it's going to be a long ride home, so let's talk about life".