En ny begynnelse for Gotham City

Etter en rengjøring av rommet mitt fant jeg noen gamle kladdebøker fra ungdomskolen. Dette er noe jeg skreiv i begynnelsen av 10. klasse. Vi skulle egentlig bare skrive en innledning, men jeg blei så gira at jeg skreiv hele historien. Den er ikke fantastisk, og har antageligvis et par dårlig oppbygde setninger og dårlig gramatikk. Men jeg syns den til tider er morsom, og minner fra ungdomskolen kommer tilbake i store strømmer når jeg leste igjennom den. Dette ble skrevet da Jack Nicholson var kjent i rollen som Jokeren. Og som alltid er blogger et idiotisk sted som ikke setter pris på avsnitt, så alt sammen blir til en stor og sammenhengende wall of text, så da kan du få i oppgave å sette inn avsnitt selv. Lykke til!

Mette and Heidi stood in the only sidewalk in Brårud. They knew something exciting was going to happen soon. In just a few minutes the Batmobile would come around the corner of the building and take them away to Gotham City. Why they stood there without any baggage, neither of them knew. All that had happened the last couple of days was nothing but a big blur, but there was one thing they knew for sure – Batman had somehow chosen them to join him in the eternal crime fighting in Gotham City.

It was dark. The clock had just turned 9 pm. The autumn breeze blew quietly through the trees. Any minute now they would see two headlights facing them. A long ride was awaiting them – all the way to Gotham City.

After a short while they saw two twinkling lights in a distance. It couldn’t be the Batmobile, they agreed. It made too much noise. As the lights were getting closer, they saw from a streetlight shining onto the car, that it was on old model. Probably from the 1920’s. What would a car like that do in Brårud at this time of the day? As the car kept getting closer and closer they found that the driver was an old man with a round hat and glasses. There was a guy sitting in the backseat too. A man with a notorious look on his face.

What is this, Mette thought briefly. The car stopped in front of them and the backdoor popped open. A man walked out and came towards Mette and Heidi, who stood there anxious and excited. He stopped in front of them and introduced himself as Bruce Wayne. Mette thought that name sounded familiar, but wasn’t quite sure why.

Bruce Wayne seemed like a quiet and behaved man, but what did he do at Brårud this time of the day?

“I am here to bring you to Gotham City.” He said in a calm voice. “But where’s Batman?” Heidi asked. “I thought he was going to pick us up.”

Bruce laughed. “So you haven’t read the letters I send properly, I presume?”

“Umm… No. We got so caught up in the whole idea of using out superhero skills with Batman that we didn’t get that far.”

Bruce got a satisfied grin on his face and continued: “Well, maybe I should tell you now then, so you don’t think I’m a psycho child abuser who’s trying to get you into my car,” he laughed. Mette and Heidi laughed nervous not to make it any more uncomfortable than it already was after his last statement.

“I am Batman. I didn’t bother to wear the Batsuit all the way here. It gets hella hot in the length.”

Heidi and Mette looked at each other, nodded and started laughing relieved. “I knew I had heard that name somewhere before!” Mette stated proudly.

After a long car ride with Bruce and Alfred, the butler who was driving, they finally arrived in Gotham City at Bruce’s mansion. A place so gigantic you’d be good not to get lost.

When they had finished eating the shark tail soup Alfred had prepared, they saw “the signal”. A bat shaped light on the sky. “This is our sign. Let’s go down here, “Bruce started walking towards a fish tank and pushed something. An iron maiden opened itself and Bruce entered. He waved at them signalizing them to follow. Slightly confused they went in after him, trying not to get hurt by the iron needles attached inside the iron maiden. Surprisingly, when the door shut itself, the needles got pulled into the walls, so they wouldn’t get hurt when they suddenly got fell down into something that appeared to be a cave.

Bruce walked determined up to a plateau, sitting down in a chair surrounded by monitors that showed different pictures of a person with a wicked smile on his face. Not to forget his green hair and his pale white skin. “The Joker is back…” Bruce said slightly disappointed. “He must’ve somehow resurrected from the dead.

Alfred came walking into the room with two racks of some kind of costumes on them. “I took the liberty of making you these.” Alfred said pushing the racks in front of Heidi and Mette. “Woah, this is great!” Mette said enthusiastic while she scrutinized the black outfit that had a couple of white eyes on it. “Yeah, thanks a lot!” Heidi continued happily.

“Go on, try them on.” Bruce said. “We have to get our move on before The Joker does anything to harm Gotham again.” Heidi and Mette hurried up and were soon dressed and ready to fight crime.

“So, are you ready for this?” Batman asked them while driving the batmobile to the crime scene at a disturbingly fast speed. Both Metso and Hedji sat there nodding as they listened to his instructions and tales about The Joker.

As soon as they started closing in on the crime scene, they saw a highly blending light. “What is this?” Hedji asked confused. “The Joker has got his hands on an enormous heating ray. He’s trying to melt Gotham. His brain must’ve gotten damaged since the last time I killed him, I suppose. It was a long from fall that building, though…” Batman said wondering. “Well, we’re here. Let’s kill some crime!” he continued as the batmobile stopped and locked itself within its capsule.

Batman, Metso and Hedji ran as fast as they could towards the light. “I think I can see him over there, right by that building. Looks like he’s…” Metso tried to get a closer look. “…well, yeah, it looks like he is talking on his cell phone.” She continued confused.

“Maybe he’s attending a contest on “Sonen” or something,” Heidj continued with a grin. Before neither Batman nor Metso got their heads straight after Hedji’s failed joke, Hedji was pulling something out of he cape. It was a box of gummy bears. “Take this, Joker-dude!” she yelled out and started throwing gummy bears at him. “Argh!” My eyes! What an excruciating pain!” he screamed out rubbing his eyes. Hedji must’ve hit him right in the eye; his sore spot. “Come on, Metso! Use your high frequency karate ultra kick to finish him off!” She continued in a hurry. Batman stood there gazing at the brilliant teamwork.

“Watch out, bitch! This is going to hurt like hell!” Metso yelled whilst running towards The Joker in an agile speed. The Joker didn’t have time to react. Metso’s foot was already shoved in his chest. He could no long breathe. He stood there thunderstrucked with an empty look in his eyes. He let out a last groan as he fell into the ground covered in his own blood. Gotham City was once more saved from the barbaric and ruthless Joker. Though the tranquillity may not last for ever, Gotham City has gotten two new heroes to rely on.