Ultimate Batman

[iron_gal]

I have yet to start writing this tale, but it will be a story set in a few parts (not really sure how many parts just yet) but hopefully I can make it alot darker, make a few things cool and then change the normal style of Batman in any and every way I can think of. I am trying really hard and studying different kind of sayings and languages for my Ultimate Joker to speak as I am making him much darker than he was in the recent film and in the comics too.
Please stay along for this story and I hope you will enjoy everything I can do, if I stay on this strong.

[qqqqz]

So you mean Batman might actually be interesting to read for once and not be lame at all? Nice. I'll definitely check it out when you're done.

[Dark Lord Darth Andeddu]

Awesome, I love the Batman, I'll read it...

...Oh and I just love Spider Woman...I love the image of your Sig.

This post has been edited by Dark Lord Darth Andeddu on Apr 2 2009, 09:46 AM

[iron_gal]

Thank you, I hope I can both make sure you like it. It looks like we're qutie alike then, Dark Lord!

[iron_gal]

ULTIMATE BATMAN
Issue 0



*

For Alfred Pennyworth, this was one of the worst hangovers he had ever come across, his pounding head and gurgling stomach just told him that perhaps he shouldn’t be drinking like he does. Staggering into the bathroom every couple of minutes didn’t exactly surprise him, nor did it to almost everyone who knew him. They knew the old butler fairly well, and they probably had been referring to him as the alcoholic or the drunk. They were his names. No one properly knew the name Alfred Pennyworth when people referred to him as that, he had to be referred to as the alcoholic or any other names they had for him. But apparently, he didn’t really mind and didn’t give a damn what anyone said or thought about him.

But what the loyal butler did forget is that there was a board meeting he had to go to in just a few hours. He had to speak for his friend and ally until he did arrive, but how could he do so without vomiting all over the floor? It didn’t long until the answer came to him, he knew he was a true Pennyworth, he knew he could take his drink and even with a hangover make a speech about his good friend. Sure, it might be slurred and green mush could be dripping down from his mouth but he would still make the speech. It made even him think why people actually thought he was clever in times like these.

“I am sorry about the wait gentlemen. But I am here now, so we can now properly begin.” Alfred just simply started, he could feel the sickness in his mouth and people getting blurry almost die to the incredibly pounding head. He knew it was worse than it had been before, and he’d had many before. His fairly rounded body just stood in the same position for some time before the butler swiped some of his grey, thin hairs out of the way from his head, slight sweat trickling down from his brow. “Okay, when everyone here‘s the name ‘Bruce Wayne’, they hear two things in their heads. The first one is money. But the second, the second is Gotham. People know about this place because of this man and what we‘re here to talk to you about today, is to make Mister Wayne the…‘face’ of Gotham. Let people know that we are not as scummy as they think we are. Let them know that we have one of the richest people in the world living here. But I think I have said enough of the basics…I think it‘s time to introduce the main man himself, Mister Bruce Wayne.”

The claps occurred, the men sat around the table nodding their heads, actually impressed at the ‘drunks’ performance there as they continue to clap, eventually dying out. Alfred’s happy face at how he managed to talk without throwing up what he drank last night soon turned into that of a raised brow and puzzled look, as it appeared to him that Bruce had once again gone on one of his walks. Alfred deeply sighed, knowing the rich man would have forgotten and gone to meet some girls elsewhere. Alfred pulls off his rounded glasses, before looking up to the ceiling or god and looking ashamed and almost embarrassed by the fact the great man himself hasn’t even remembered he has to turn up.

*

No one actually sane could work in Arkham Asylum for more than a week. They would eventually have to quit, because someone in that prison nearly wound them up so much it nearly drove them to suicide, or they would just lose all of their sanity and be as bad as some of the crazy thugs inside the prison itself. But, then again, the members and managers of the place did have a good plan. They knew it could work if they actually managed to get enough people. Every two days, someone new would come in just to make sure none of them could come to self inflicting themselves. Then, a month later the person who stopped working would return for two days only, because knowing the crazy villains in the Asylum, they would have forgotten about them. It worked well. They were on top of things and people were getting well paid just for two days and no one was being killed or committing suicide.

Edward Nigma sat down by his bench, looking over at the newest addition to the Asylums staff as she stared at him and almost snarled. He couldn’t help himself, he just smirked at her face. His hands were almost chained to the table, as he was known for being almost a ruthless killer, and he would probably use anything as a weapon if he was allowed to touch it. The newest woman to the staff then took a seat beside Edward, a snarl still on her face but she knew she was better at him, she knew she could crack him and she knew exactly what to do. She trained practically all her life to work here, because her mother was killed by one of them, she knew she had to avenge her mother by making sure no one could escape.

“Answer me this…Sarah.” Edward began, wincing his eyes to look at the woman’s badge, which revealed her name to him. He wasn’t even allowed to wear his glasses he was that dangerous, everyone knew if he could wear them he would be smart enough to break it up and would probably kill half the staff of the entire place before being eventually stopped. Sarah stared back at him, taking the meal made especially for Edward from the staff member, smiling sweetly at him before looking back at Edward with an angered look, in no mood for any of his foolish and childish games. “If I have no doors, no walls, no floors and no ceilings, but I am still a room. What exactly am I?”

“Shut up and lean back, you mother fucker. You know as well as I do you‘re not allowed anywhere near the food until I put it in your mouth.” Sarah ordered, trying to keep herself on top of the situation as she should always be able to do. She scowled at Edward, who sarcastically smirked at her sweetly before he finally did what she had asked him to and leant backwards like he did everyday of the week. Edward just smirked, his eyes wincing as he looked over at Sarah with his devil like smile, waiting until he can lean forward again.

“The answer is a mushroom.” Edward answered, before looking down at his plate of food, seeing mushroom in the mix. Sarah looked up at Edward for a moment, almost shocked before looking back down on the plate to the mushroom, actually impressed that he pretty much worked out what he was eating. Sarah’s astounded face soon turned into that of an angry one again, sweat dripping from her brow and it was as if Edward could smell it. He sniffed up the aroma, trying to make out like it was the lovely smell of his food but deep down everyone knew he could smell the sweat. He could smell the fear and it was like his food. It made him want more.

“Shut the fuck up, Nigma. Now open your mouth or I keep hitting you until you do.” Sarah vowed, the sweat obviously showing now as Edward could tell he was breaking her, getting her to the point where she would slip up and he could break out. He knew that and so did she, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She lifted up the fork, scooping up some mushrooms and other things mashed up what she couldn’t even tell what it was and then careful raised the fork up again. Edward smiled, looking down to the fork and then closed his eyes and had a big grin on his face before opening his mouth again, allowing the fork to enter it and let Edward slowly the obviously fowl tasting food.

Sarah’s scowl like face didn’t last for long though as suddenly her eyes went wide and so did her mouth, like in deep shock as she tried tugging the fork hard. Edward was just looking at her with a smile as he then snarled, his normal look soon turned into that of a frown as he knew as well as she did his plan had worked. Sarah continued tugging on the fork, but Edward’s grip from his teeth was too power as suddenly the fork snapped. Sarah looked down on the piece she had, not having the end as she looked at Edward angrily, her fists scrunched up ready to get it out. Suddenly, Edward spat out the three sharp part out of the fork, each bit flying out fast and quite hard. Sarah staggered back, one sharp bit was in her shoulder, one cutting through her eye and the other was near her chest, close to her heart. Edward smiled, spitting out the not so sharp bit he had in his mouth along with the now more liquid food onto the floor as he just chuckled, looking down at Sarah’s dead body.

“The didn‘t fill you in on the basics, did they? You‘re meant to feed me with a spoon, whore. The forks too sharp and dangerous to be anywhere near me.” Edward announced, a smile on his face almost as blood stained across the floor, other criminals noticing it standing up and watching before being sent back into their cages almost. That didn’t stop them though, they still tried to break out. Two guards darted over, their stun-guns at the ready to bring down Edward but he just smiled, lifting up the tray and tossed that over to one guard, the speed going fast as it knocked him off of his feet. Edward then looked down on his table, noticing there was nothing left, he was out of weapons, he tried moving his arms, trying to break out but just couldn’t as he was chained up almost. The guard didn’t stop and watch though and reacted like any normal person would, delivering a sharp and powerful blow to Edwards stomach, making saliva and blood spurt out of his mouth all in one before finally the electrical charge is sent through Edwards body. He screeches, hairs standing on end before he eventually drops to the floor unconscious. The guards regain their ability again, their adrenaline now gone as Edward is unconsciously laid on the bench, the deceased Sarah by his feet as a mushroom is perfectly laid on her chest where she was stabbed by one of the sharp pieces of the fork.

[iron_gal]

Just to let you all know, I have not left this. I am going to do one single ark which is like a mini-series with a good enough ending, and then maybe come back to it....I've even drawn an ark cover, so just wait for a while...and I will return.

[Feral Female]

Looking forward to it IG.