Writing The Dark Crusade

[MaskedRider]

They were dead. His mother was dead, and his father was dead. They were dead, not because they did something wrong, but because they stood up for themselves against the wrong. And they were dead. Shot down in cold blood in front of him. It was like it happened yesterday. He watched as he stood there, his father muttering something he couldn?t understand, because his lungs were emptying their last breath. He watched as his fathers eyes turned cold. And as they turned cold, the young boy watching turned cold. His innocent heart hardened into stone. The love of his parents became anger and hatred. He would have his revenge. It would take him 25 years from that day, but he would have his revenge.

It was raining outside the warehouse. A group of men entered the building, carrying umbrellas. There were five of them, and they walked into the warehouse wearing suits. They looked like typical businessmen, here to strike a deal with the owners of the warehouse to buy some of their fine goods. The warehouse was filled with large crates and boxes. The whole place stunk of wood and rain? and blood. These men were from the city mob, here to buy some weapons from this warehouse. They were met by a trio of men. They began to converse, to strike a deal for the goods. Money would be traded for weapons that would get them power. They would use this power to gain more money, and the cycle would continue. That is, until he intervened.

?So I hear Joe?s back in town. Did he have a nice vacation?? asked one of the buyers.

?Now you know the boss doesn?t like to mix business and his personal life.? responded the dealer. CRASH! Lighting struck outside, and with it the power went out.

?The fuck is this? You ain?t got no backup generator?? a buyer complained. He pulled out a lighter and lit it. Fluttering was heard coming from the ceiling.

?Probably just a goddamn bird. Hey! Go get some goddamn flashlights!? a dealer exclaimed. One of the three dealers walked off to go look.

?Man, you guys trying to pull some shit? Red doesn?t play games you know.?

?Hell, you guys decided to make a purchase during a thunderstorm. We ain?t pulling nothing? A scream was heard from the distance, and three shots were fired. ?Goddamnit!? What the hell!?? The lighter went out, and darkness plunged over the group. Along with it, came a fury of punches and kicks. A few shots were fired in the dark, lighting up a large, black creature. But this creature knew they could not see him, and therefore could not shoot him. He took them out one by one, until only one was left. One of the dealers stood there, shaking with fear.

?So tell me about your boss?? a raspy voice echoed through the warehouse.

?He?ll fucking kill you? I swear to god he?ll kill you!? the dealer shouted.

?Wrong answer? the voice replied. The dealer was dropped to the ground by a blunt object. He pulled out his gun, and let loose a barrage of bullets. He pulled the trigger again and again, until all that was left was the clicking sound. He sat there in the dark, paralyzed by fear. He knew he had wasted all of his bullets.
?Let me ask you again? tell me about your boss.? the voice demanded.

?I won?t tell you anything! Who the hell do you think you are!?? the dealer yelled out. Suddenly, he was pulled into the air by his leg. He flew up, and almost hit the ceiling, but stopped suddenly. There was just enough light from the moon outside to see a man?s face covered by a dark mask. The creature shouted out to him? ?Who am I? I?M THE GODDAMN BATMAN!?

[Allamorph]

[FONT=Arial]Before I make any other comments about your fan fiction here, might I suggest that in the future, when you copy-paste from Word, you double-enter each line so that the paragraphs are separated?like I went ahead and did for you. (^_^) Simple tab indents don't carry over to the OB postboxes, and seeing everything smushed together doesn't make for a fun read.

If you want to indent your paragraphs, OB's code does support a feature where you can indent the first line of a paragraph. When you're posting, click the large [SIZE="1"][FONT="Verdana"][COLOR="Navy"][B]Help[?][/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] button in the upper right. The usage of the tags are pretty clearly explained there.[/FONT]

[MaskedRider]

It was mourning in Gotham City. The sky was about as clear as it could get, and the sun was shining. Bruce Wayne looked out the large window in his office. He was the owner of this building, this company. It was his father?s legacy, Wayne Enterprise. It?s many different facilities ran and researched everything from medicine to weapons to industrial technologies. It was one of the leading businesses in the world, but it was run by one man. And this was NOT Bruce Wayne. It was his good friend Lucius Fox who currently ran the business, with Bruce as more of a figurehead, although Bruce had the final say on what happens.

Bruce continued to look out the window, admiring the city he grew up in. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders on a well built body. His stern face gazed out the window. There were bags under his eyes, obviously from a long night. He turned and walked towards the large desk in front of the window, and glanced at a fresh newspaper on his desk, reading, ?Mysterious vigilante busts weapons dealers.? He smiled a bit, something that was rare for him, but the smile vanished as soon as the door opened, and Lucius walked in the room.

?Well, it?s nice to see you?re here today, Mr.Wayne.? Lucius stated. He was a tall, slender black man, his face wrinkled with age, and his mustache and hair silver. He wore a business suit, well ironed but a little worn out. He smiled at Bruce.

?I thought it might be nice to show up once and a while. You know, to keep you all busy.? Bruce responded, sarcastically. He didn?t smile, but Lucius knew he was kidding around. ?By the way, thanks for those parts I asked for.?

?Always a pleasure, Mr.Wayne. Let me guess, you need a few more?? Lucius had been supplying Bruce with several parts for the past few months. Lucius didn?t know what they were for, but he trusted Bruce, not matter how strange the request.

?Actually, I just recently purchased a new car, and I was thinking of asking you for some advice to modify it.?
?Now Mr.Wayne, do I look like Xibit to you? Sure, I can do some work on it, but??

?That?s not what I had in mind, Lucius.? Bruce interrupted. ?I bought a Corvette, thought I?d use it as a test vehicle. I?d like to modify it? for combat purposes.? There was a brief silence in the room, Lucius gave Bruce a strange look.

?Let me guess? that?s what the parts you ordered were for?? Lucius asked.

?You know me too well.?

?E-Mail me the blueprints and I?ll take a look at them. I sure hope you know what you?re doing, Mr. Wayne.? Lucius responded. He shook his head, and left the room. Bruce took a look at his watch.

?I?d better be getting back home. I?ve got work to do tonight.?