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Part 1 - http://www.comicbookmovie.com/fan_fic/news/?a=76420
Part 2 - http://www.comicbookmovie.com/fan_fic/news/?a=76475
WARNING! READ BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: Hello and welcome to the third 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 3: The Stranger Ride Home
"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.
I step closer to him and he gives me a great big hug. I feel the grains of his chest hairs and some feathers on his trench coat. Then pats my head like a dog. He was one of the most happiest people I have ever seen. "I will explain who I am soon enough, we have to move out Arkham before sunset breaks". I look towards Jacky with a smile, "So this is the end of the road huh Jacky buddy", I say to him in deep sorrow. "You will see me again soon enough, time will tell Bruce, now I got to get you two out of here quick before your possibly spotted", Jacky Said. "Drive along the eastern country roads, it may take you longer but it's safer than the main roads". Jacky then hugs me, "I'll miss you Bruce, don't worry about a thing he will take care of you!". I step inside the front seat of the car. I look out and see the stranger and Jacky. They hold hands together gazing into each others eyes, then a long kiss follows between them. "I'll always love you Jacky".
The stranger soon hops in the car taking the wheel and pulls out a map from the glove compartment, "Hold the map wheel yah Bruce". I give a wave to Jacky standing by Arkham, I'm gonna miss him. We head towards the open gates and out, no one has spotted us yet. Jacky probably snuck some sleeping pills or acid in the guards water supply. The gates close behind us slowly. I look back and get my last glimpse at the dark shadowy building. Good F***ing Bye Arkham Asylum.
Just me and the naked stranger on the road now.
We hit up the Eastern country roads. Dirty and muddy roads they are. Smells like farmland about and animal sh**. Thankfully it's fresh air which I haven't had in a while. The stranger has an old black mustang he drives that smells musty too, like a few bodies has been plopped in the trunk. I even see some blood on the seats, oh well why question now. It's been 20 minutes since we drove out and sunlight is slowly breaking, time flies. I estimate it will be another hour before we hit up Gotham City. The stranger at the wheel in his dark trench coat with nothing underneath as I now see, his wiener flings out every time we hit a bump on the road. I smell some piss on the seat too like he peed himself a few times over. He looks bit little older than me. I must admit though he has a charm that can instantly attract anyone in a heartbeat especially me. "So Bruce, it's time you know who I am". He reaches into a pocket of his trench coat and pulls out a picture handing it to me. It was him and Jacky in the picture together, except it looked like a wedding photo since the stranger had a tuxedo and Jacky was dressed in a wedding gown. "My name is Roger Timish, I am Jacky's brother and husband".
"I married Jacky many years back, yes we know we're brothers but we had a passion and desire just to do it". I see Roger take out a smoke from his pocket."Yes that is our big wedding photo, quite an event it was. Jacky says he will probably quit Arkham in a few years or so. Then we're planning to take up a cabin somewhere in Canada, far away from Gotham City". Roger lights his smoke and lets out a big deep breath. His breath smelled like chlorine, a medical like scent. "Jacky is crazy just like you Bruce. Hell even I'm crazy too. Well more often I would be just considered more as a psychopath". Roger coughs into his hands and some blood spits up including a tooth. "The reason why I picked you up from Arkham Asylum, well I was in deep trouble and I met a psychic. This psychic chick told me you dreamed about me, told me the dream and everything including your name. It was legit to me, it was something like a sign. Then she told me you were in Arkham Asylum and I was like hey why not get my hubby Jacky to help me out. So we set a plan in motion which took a few years. Here we are now". Roger makes a great huge stretch up with his arms off the wheel, I could see his trench coat wide open and everything fully exposed. He was really hard, I just had a feeling to reach over there and jack him off rapidly till the palm of my hands burn. "Me and Jacky had a strange childhood Bruce I can say that, we both grew up in a poor house and we both are still sticking together till the end". Roger then suddenly looks to me with a wide grin, "So the psychic told me you referred to me as the naked stranger in your dreams, well I am always alright you can say that for sure!".
Bruce Wayne didn't know the trouble he would be getting into. He feared if he would be caught. Then back to Arkham Asylum he goes and back to dropping the soap anal exploring adventures he often loved depending on the size of the person, most times it was a giant size one that gave him a sore in the butt for a while. It suddenly rained, they where now 30 minutes away to Gotham. Bruce slept a little along the way. Roger still at the wheel popping the caffeine pills now and then with a dose of Red Bull. All of outside was currently farms and country grass, no homes or restaurant yet. It was an old dirt road. At 35 years, Bruce never thought to see himself succumb to his own madness. He finally did. He gave in to his own dark side and it will be with him forever. Bruce looked out into the morning sunshine. He rolled down the window. Fresh air he said,"I'm coming home Gotham".
20 minutes in near the Gotham City outskirts they found a pit stop they decided to stop at for some breakfast. Roger handed Bruce a new pair of clothes, "Wouldn't want to be spotted in those Arkham blues change into these quickly". Bruce quickly changed in the car as Roger turned over to watch with a big smile on his face like he usually does. "Here's a hat and some sunglasses, doubt they would recognize you with a scruffy beard on your face but just to be sure", Roger said. Roger has that deep southern hillbilly accent, much different from Jacky's high pitched voice. There was a local country steakhouse just at the stop. Roger stepped out the car along with Bruce. "Come on let's have a free fancy steak breakfast", Roger said excitedly. Roger reached back in the car and pulled out a pistol from the glove compartment. He then hid the pistol in an inside pocket of his trench coat. He did up a few buttons quickly. "Follow me inside Bruce, I'll show you how a professional does this sh**". It's been Bruce's first taste of real violence in a long time. He was ready for it. He was ready for some action.
We got seated at a table near the window looking out at the beautiful country view. It wasn't so crowded except a few country locals. Place sure smelled like an old steakhouse. No one has recognized me yet and neither any word on my breakout from Arkham too, Jacky must have pulled out a lot of balls just to cover this up. We get handed the breakfast menus and we both order a glass of orange juice for starters. I see my reflection in the menu, my oh my I need to shave and get a haircut too cause I'm close to looking like a caveman. At least it wasn't as bad as Roger who had his long black wizard like beard and that curly hair spiked up on his head. He looked both young and ancient at the same time. "Let's both order the steak and pancakes Bruce, do you like extra rare steak? I love it when you have all the blood running out it makes it feel as though it's still alive crying for help or screaming for it's life to be over from the pain".
Bruce and Roger both enjoyed their bloody steak and pancakes meal with orange juice. Bruce tasted every drop of the blood and he loved it. He felt like a vampire devouring his first human. He felt free once more.
When it came down for the time to pay the piper, things would suddenly change for an ordinary steakhouse. The waiter came by to the table, "Your total for today will be 50.25 for both the meals including drinks plus a 10% tip. I will back with the debit machine momentarily". As soon as the waiter walked by to the other table to check on their order, Roger stood up moving out the bench and then he pulled out his pistol in an instant looking at everyone. "Don't make a f***ing move you f***ing freaks!". Roger blew one bullet out into the ceiling and everyone inside was silenced looking at him in horror. Sh** just got real in a matter of moments. "If some motherf***** here dares to f***ing challenge me, come the f*** after me now!", Roger said these words in a maddening rage that did also frighten me a little. It also made me question how much of a professional he said he was. "Me and my buddy here are going to be walking out of this f***ing joint without paying for sh**, so don't even f***ing bother to make one f***ing move towards us or your f***ing dead!". I got up and moved along with him slowly, then suddenly from the other side of the steakhouse another man pops up running towards us with a pistol appears. This man has a damn badge and uniform, oh f*** my life. He must have been hidden crouched down when Roger took out his pistol. "Freeze sh**heads, I am Sergeant Johnny f***ing Windell, you two f***ing clown f***ers are coming with me". When did he get here, oh sh**. That motherf***** sneaked by our senses, how the f*** did this just happen. How in the f*** did this sh** just happen. Roger don't just stand there and stare at the guy with the gun, do something. "You in the f***ing trench coat drop the motherf***** weapon now. You c***sucker standing next to him put your f***ing hands in the f***ing air!". As Bruce Wayne myself a man with no options or idea yet I just raised my hands in the air. Roger eventually put his gun down on a nearby table then raised his hands too. Then I saw my window of opportunity come in a flash.
Sergeant Johnny Windell with his gun now lowered walking to us coming this way, a hot boiling glass pot of coffee next me. Even Roger nodded his head as an acknowledgment and smiled. "What in the f*** are you f***ing smiling about boy", Sergeant Johnny Windell was not impressed at all, nor did he even any clue what was about to happen. "All I f***ing came here for was for a good f***ing breakfast and now I got you two f***ups along with me. Good f***ing morning indeed", Sergeant Johnny Windell definitely had no damn f***ing clue at all. Johnny pulled out a pair of handcuffs to get Roger in them. My choice was I could try to choke him out but he could over power me easily knocking me back and taking his gun out again within seconds. Then I have this nice hot boiling glass pot of coffee conveniently next to me. Roger gave me another nod, it was time to think fast. As soon as the handcuffs were about to go on Roger, he sent a hard backwards kick straight at Johnny's nuts. That's got to have hurt those jewels real bad. Everything was in a perfect place. Johnny was about to topple over, I snatched the boiling glass pot of coffee and smashed it right on his face while he was falling backwards to the ground. His face turns blood red and you can see lots of flesh peeling off instantly. It was one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. That and the pieces of glass stuck in his face too. It was like his face was melting into some sort of zombie. He raised his hands to try and cover his face. You heard him screaming louder than a dying animal and saw him jittering all over the floor, it felt like a dark warmth like this was meant to be. His eyes soon started to bulge out forward and you can see pieces of his brain exposed now from his skull. His hair starts to burn off from the top. Roger grabs Johnny's gun from the floor and hands it over. "Time to end his misery Bruce yourself, I hate to see a good man suffering like this".
Truth be told Bruce Wayne directed the bullet himself with his mind. He got his shot and angle perfectly. He aimed for the heart directly. Bruce had some memories of the back alley as a kid, memories of a past gone who he once was. Bruce Wayne is a different man now. He pulls the trigger without anymore remorse. The bullet makes a sudden impact with a loud bang. Poor Johnny stops his jittering and now is stone cold frozen on the floor. This good man suffered no more.
Roger throws Bruce the keys and tells him to start the car up. About ten horrified locals in the steakhouse, a few of them passed out. What he remembers before he exited was Roger asking for everyone to line up against the back wall. Even all the cooks and the waiters everyone who worked there came out. They saw the power of this man and realized it would be useless to resist any longer. Roger was like a living and breathing violent miracle of joy. Then Bruce heard the distant shots from inside and the terrifying screams following of the innocent. Bruce turned around to see blood stained all over the windows. He saw the face of a young waitress looking out the window in horror in what seems like a desperate cry for help before Roger took a bullet to her head. It wasn't supposed to go down like this.
"Now that is one rare steakhouse now!", Roger said with a cold laughter. Bruce laughed along with him too. There hasn't been any good humor in a while. Roger goes to the back of the trunk of his black mustang and takes out a few gasoline cans. "Let's do this Bruce". They douse the steakhouse with gasoline from the outside to the inside. Place was built out of wood so it would burn down in minutes. Would also make one hell of a giant smoke signal too. "Now the finishing touches of my lovely work of art". Roger reaches in his trench coat pocket for a match. The match strikes with a bang, "Here's the match Bruce will you do the final honors?". So he did, the steakhouse became engulfed in flames. The fire consumed it all and finished our own evil. Fire is sometimes a lovely sight to see.
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"I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
The ring of fire
The ring of fire
The ring of fire"
- Johnny Cash "Ring of Fire"
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Bruce hops back in the front and Roger takes the wheel of faith once again. They speed out of there also being wary if anyone else saw them. It wasn't supposed to go down like this at all. They cleaned up the steakhouse real good of witnesses. It didn't mean the trail was gone. 20 minutes till Gotham City, those long minutes till the moment of rest finally arrives.
Bruce Wayne drifts off too sleep. He dreams about him and Roger together in a nice warm bed. He dreams about finally being at rest after this long crazy ride from hell.
Then it soon came the sign "Welcome to Gotham City". The long stretch of freeway and the city scope once again in bold eyesight. "I have a small apartment around here we will be staying in. It will also be our new base of operations. I also forgot to tell you this but your mansion was bought off by a wealthy group of people working with some charity organization. Those lucky chappers huh". Roger makes a sudden turn off the freeway into a more urban part of the city I have never seen before. Maybe I fought crime a few times there when I was Batman but can't remember anything at all. He pulls into what seems like an underground parking lot stopping the car in one of those numbered parking spaces. "Your gym bag of stuff you had left in Arkham is in the trunk Bruce, don't mind the bodies though". So there was really bodies in the back.
He leads Bruce to a doorway from inside the underground parking lot. They get into what looks like a hotel corridor except it looks extremely run down. Smells like the worst place on Earth. There is piss all over the walls and even smudges of sh** spewed in a few places. The wallpaper is torn badly and there is even parts where the wood is exposed. Talk about a dollar budget place, this was one. The door numbers started from 24. They reached door number 30 and stopped. Roger gets out the keys from his pocket. "Welcome to our base of operations Bruce. Sorry the place is a real dump. Most of the drunks and druggies reside here. Dollar budget place it is indeed". The door opens to a completely empty but wide open apartment. A few boxes in a corner like Roger just moved in here. "There is one bedroom and bed just for us Bruce. Go ahead and take a rest I know your really tired. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Tomorrow is when you tell me your plans for the future".
Bruce walks into the bedroom and opens his gym bag. A few clothes, some old bat weapons, a cell phone, and a bottle of sleeping pills. Good ole Jacky you know me really well. Then there was a hand written card from Jacky himself.
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Dear Bruce,
If you are reading this card now you have probably have settled in with Roger already. I already have covered up the word on your escape for now. I will be sending more cards on the way. I have also listed an undisclosed address you can write back to me. Good to practice up on your writing skills once in a while. There is also a cellphone I sneaked in. It's satellite powered for good keeping. Also works as a two way radio connection to all frequency's around. A few of your Batman toys can be found in there too that they confiscated. Oh and I also packed some clothes you had too. There was also this piece of clothing I made for you like I actually sewed some sh** together, you will like it, it's ridiculously awesome! Well I know tomorrow is going to be your big day. If you need anything remember Roger is there to take care of you for now buddy. I'm planning to bail this joint in the next few years. I just need the money now and you know me and Roger need a better place to stay in. Roger probably already told you about me and him. Well I'll be writing back to you as soon as I can, I might even give you a call when I can. You take care buddy. Have all the fun in the world and remember to kick some ass hardcore to the max!
Sincerely,
Jacky Timish
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Bruce looks through his clothes again and spots a long sleeved shirt with a cape attached. It's a black cape and a black shirt. It does come in black the way I like it. Then the words "Bat Killer" printed on the front in bold. He then finds a ski mask and gloves along with it. Have all the fun in the world he said. "You may be a psychopath Jacky, but you are one awesome guy". Bruce tries on his newly made costume then takes a huge leap at the bed feeling like a kid all over again. He then pops in a few sleeping pills and downs it with some saliva. It's morning but it's time to rest for now. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Tomorrow The Bat Killer will initiate his first phase of terror. Tomorrow is the beginning of a new day. Bruce looks around the near empty room. His eyes are slowly closing. He takes sudden site of a poster across the bed. It's a poster of some sort of bird, Roger could be an animal enthusiast. Every psychopath has their crazy favorite hobby. His eyes suddenly meet the one word of the poster before falling emotionless to sleep. The last words he says quietly under his breath of the long sleep till tomorrow comes.
Robin.
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That concludes Part 3 of "Batman Psycho Bat". Stay tuned for Part 4 of Batman Psycho Bat. Thank you for reading everybody. I will end with a short preview to Part 4.
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Batman Psycho Bat : Part 4: Bat Killer Rising (Preview)
"Good morning Bruce, rise and shine it's your big day!". Bruce slept from morning to morning, the trip really knocked him out good plus the sleeping pills he took. Roger stood in the doorway wearing only an apron. He gave his usually grin to Bruce and waved his pretty hands at me like a fashion model. Then Roger turned around swiftly and went back to the kitchen. He did a little shaking of his bottom while singing the song Barbie Girl. The smell of greasy fried bacon and stewed beans fumed the entire place
Bruce got up to look in the mirror, he slept in his new costume all day. He didn't know if he could stomach another breakfast after the steakhouse event. He felt like a total amateur. He was a different person and he knew it inside him. Only question was how long will it be till he breaks. Bruce moved to the kitchen to see Roger dancing away while cooking. Roger was one hell of a sexy psychopath. "Breakfast is ready, you hungry you little hot f***er". Bruce admired Roger as much as Jacky did. He felt a special bond growing between them slowly. He also felt a feeling of dirtiness, something that he hasn't felt in a while. Roger threw some bacon in a bowl and covered it in stew beans. A breakfast of men ready to make a difference in the world. Bruce crept back in the bedroom after breakfast, he felt his stomach in a royal rumble against his intestines. He thought about the way Roger likes to shake his bottom. He had deep sensual feelings towards Roger and he knew it. Roger came into the room and kissed Bruce on the lips, "I'm going to the grocery store Bruce sweety, I'll be back soon". Roger put on his black trench coat and ventured out. He is an amazing man to me.