SilentBob173
07-18-2001, 11:10 PM
I know I said I'm retired. And I still am. This is not me giving in to temptation and coming back. I just stumbled upon Silverknights challenge, and frankly I came up with a story that seemed more appropriate for my very last installment. This is not in continuity with any form of Batman, comic, movie or Batman Beyond. Nor does it take place on any plane of existence with "I, Joker" and "Canon In D". Farewell, my peers.
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Trimmed to exacly 500 words
TITLE: Loose Ends
Bonus: Go get the unedited version ( I had to trim this one down ALOT to meet the requiremts). You can go get the much better version at: http://www.angelfire.com/weird/JasonS/looseends.html
Enjoy
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I looked over at Tim. He scratched his beard and looked blankly off into space. Barb sat beside him with her husband, David. It’d been years since I had set foot in Wayne Manor, and now it seemed as if there was nothing missing. Except for Wayne.
“What’re you thinking about, Dick?” Barbara pulled me out of my daydream. We had all come here, because we were summoned to collect what Bruce had left us in his will. There was no one else in the house because, basically, our names were the only ones on the list.
“Ah, I was just thinking about the old place here. Been a while, huh?”
“Only if you count it all in years.” Tim said.
“Well, all you have to do is take a look around. My God, Tim, look at you! You look like Billy Joel’s twin brother.”
Barbara laughed. “I don’t think any of us would be too at home doing what we used to. Jumping around in some stupid spandex suit with my boobs pushed up in out for the world to see.”
Tim looked at her. “Funny, I never had that problem.”
“At least not back then you didn’t. When’s the kid due?” I poked him in the stomach.
“Oh, what is this? Pick on the fat guy.”
A child’s laugh and then a thump were heard. We looked over to see Barb’s kids playing in the empty boxes that my stuff had been in.
Bruce called to one of the two kids. “Dinah! Why don’t you come and say hi to your Uncle Dick?”
The small red headed child scampered over towards where I was sitting.
“Hey there! It’s been a while since I saw you? How old’re you now?”
“Seven.”
“Yeah? You got a boyfriend yet?”
“No! Boys are stupid.”
“I see your mother has taught you well.”
Without warning, she ran back to the pile of boxes and threw one on her own head.
I turned back to the three people sitting around me. “Man, how can I be second rate to a bunch of cardboard?”
Tim leaned in to talk to me; his face took on a more serious look. “Have you decided if you will or not?”
“After alot of thought. I’ve decided to keep my promise to Bruce. I found an outfit down there that was fit to my measurements.”
“Well,” Tim got up; “I think the funeral starts in about half an hour. Let’s go say goodbye.”
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I placed a Batarang under his folded hands. The first one he’d ever used.
“Good Bye”
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Later that night, I stood in the cave. I wore most of the costume. Except the mask. I remembered ragging on Bruce’s mask once. Making fun of the stupid ears. God, I hate those damn ears. I thought about getting rid of them, but then I thought better of it. Better keep the old man happy. He’s probably looking down on my new life now, criticizing my every move.
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-JS
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Trimmed to exacly 500 words
TITLE: Loose Ends
Bonus: Go get the unedited version ( I had to trim this one down ALOT to meet the requiremts). You can go get the much better version at: http://www.angelfire.com/weird/JasonS/looseends.html
Enjoy
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I looked over at Tim. He scratched his beard and looked blankly off into space. Barb sat beside him with her husband, David. It’d been years since I had set foot in Wayne Manor, and now it seemed as if there was nothing missing. Except for Wayne.
“What’re you thinking about, Dick?” Barbara pulled me out of my daydream. We had all come here, because we were summoned to collect what Bruce had left us in his will. There was no one else in the house because, basically, our names were the only ones on the list.
“Ah, I was just thinking about the old place here. Been a while, huh?”
“Only if you count it all in years.” Tim said.
“Well, all you have to do is take a look around. My God, Tim, look at you! You look like Billy Joel’s twin brother.”
Barbara laughed. “I don’t think any of us would be too at home doing what we used to. Jumping around in some stupid spandex suit with my boobs pushed up in out for the world to see.”
Tim looked at her. “Funny, I never had that problem.”
“At least not back then you didn’t. When’s the kid due?” I poked him in the stomach.
“Oh, what is this? Pick on the fat guy.”
A child’s laugh and then a thump were heard. We looked over to see Barb’s kids playing in the empty boxes that my stuff had been in.
Bruce called to one of the two kids. “Dinah! Why don’t you come and say hi to your Uncle Dick?”
The small red headed child scampered over towards where I was sitting.
“Hey there! It’s been a while since I saw you? How old’re you now?”
“Seven.”
“Yeah? You got a boyfriend yet?”
“No! Boys are stupid.”
“I see your mother has taught you well.”
Without warning, she ran back to the pile of boxes and threw one on her own head.
I turned back to the three people sitting around me. “Man, how can I be second rate to a bunch of cardboard?”
Tim leaned in to talk to me; his face took on a more serious look. “Have you decided if you will or not?”
“After alot of thought. I’ve decided to keep my promise to Bruce. I found an outfit down there that was fit to my measurements.”
“Well,” Tim got up; “I think the funeral starts in about half an hour. Let’s go say goodbye.”
--
I placed a Batarang under his folded hands. The first one he’d ever used.
“Good Bye”
--
Later that night, I stood in the cave. I wore most of the costume. Except the mask. I remembered ragging on Bruce’s mask once. Making fun of the stupid ears. God, I hate those damn ears. I thought about getting rid of them, but then I thought better of it. Better keep the old man happy. He’s probably looking down on my new life now, criticizing my every move.
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-JS