Batman The Animated Series
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Interior Wayne Manor Library. Dixon's reading the morning paper while Alfred dust angle widens to include Bruce standing framed in the doorway, one arm leaning against it for support. They stop what they're doing and stare at him. Master Bruce is something wrong, sir, are you okay? You look like something. The cat tossed up Bruce runs his fingers through his tussled hair as he walks past **** over to the huge bookcase that fills one wall of the room. Just had a nightmare. I'll be fine. He's at the bookcase now running his finger along the spine of the books like he was doing in his dream weird dream. I was in front of a bookcase just like this one looking for his hand stops on a book he reached for in his dream. The spine is labeled Cairo battery. This one Bruce pulls the book halfway out of the shelf and something clicks. What in the they crossed the stairway. **** cautiously looks into the darkness. We can hear the faint echo we associate with the bat cave. Where does it lead to? Only one way to find out. **** moves down the steps, Bruce and Alfred exchange a quick surprised glance, then moved quickly after ****, following him down the stairs into the darkness, Bruce stops a few steps down, feeling the wall. Wait, I think I found a light. He clicks on the switch, the light goes on, Bruce. **** and Alfred looked down the stairway, stunned by what they see. I didn't know we had a basement here, we can see the Batmobile there. We catch a glimpse of the trophy room with the robot dinosaur. In a giant penny. In one corner looms a crime lab in the other, a huge computer, a flurry of bat squeak and flap around them. They move down the stairs into the cave, looking around in amazement. This can't be what I think it is. What else could it be? But what's the bat cave doing under our house? This is just too weird. Alfred picks up a silver tray that contains an empty coffee cup and an empty glass bottle labeled soda cola. I concur heartily with Master ***** opinion. This is your special coffee mug, sir, and the lads favorite soft drink. **** scratches his head in complete confusion. What does it all mean, Bruce looks as grim as ever, I think. I know, I'm not sure how, but I can feel it in my gut. ****, you and I, our batman and Robin ****'s eyes widen as he stares at Bruce and disbelief. Say what? No way. He stares at Bruce. You're serious, Bruce looks grim, almost expressionless, dead serious. Bruce and **** are now wearing their costumes, but their masks are off. **** is also wearing his utility built. Alfred is no longer there on gymnastic equipment, Bruce does a flip off of the hanging rings. Somersaults in midair lands hand first on the side horse, then flips again so he lands gracefully on his feet, right in front of a much impressed **** Outstanding. I didn't know you can do that, Bruce looks back at the gym equipment, his hand on the back of his head, almost surprised at what he had just done. Neither did I. It just felt right like muscle memory. **** starts looking through the compartments on his belt. He finds several small black gas balls, rolls them around in his palms like marbles, then drops them back into their compartment. He takes the grappling gun out of its compartment in the belts rear and looks at it lots of cool stuff. He accidentally fires the grappling hook off screen, Bruce snaps his head aside just in time for the grappling hook to narrowly miss him as it whizzes through the shot, careful **** drops the gun as the line snakes back into it. Then he very carefully puts everything back into his utility belt, not certain of what else he might accidentally set off. This is just too much. I don't even know if I want to be Robin. I mean, being a crime fighter is a great fantasy, but the reality is pretty intense. I know exactly how you feel. But if this is our destiny, we can't turn our backs on it, no matter how much we might want to. Gotham City's and Chaos and we have to do something, Bruce sits down at the computer and starts typing. Maybe this computer can tell us what happened to our memories. We look up at the computer screen where we can see the phrase invalid command parameters repeated down the whole length of the screen. **** steps into the shot and looks at the screen. Maybe not getting frustrated, Angry Bruce slams his fist into the chair, blasted, cannot get some answers. Here. The screen goes blank as the computer's voice begins to speak. Please rephrase the question, Bruce and **** look at each other in amazement, then smile. It talks Bruce, leans back in his chair. What happened to our memories insufficient data? **** snaps his fingers and frustration. I knew it was getting too easy list known enemies of Batman and Robin who might have the technology to induce selective amnesia. The computer begins display images of Mad Hatter, the scarecrow rosal ghoul and the Riddler Jarvis touched A. K. A. The Mad Hatter, Professor Jonathan Crane, A. K. A. Scarecrow, Roz al Ghoul, A. K. A. Demon's head. Edward, Nygma A. K. A. The Riddler status of all All save ra's Al ghoul are currently incarcerated in Arkham Asylum. Razzle ghoul is presumed dead. They look at each other frustrated, looks like another dead end. Perhaps this night. Help Sir Alfred walks over and hands Bruce. A large leather bound ledger. According to this ledger, we have all recently received flu shots from a doctor Otto. Sander bo. Alfred is obviously pleased with himself. **** scratches his head. This of course, took place the day before Batman and Robin vanished. Sounder Bar, that name doesn't ring any bells, Bruce stands up from his computer and walks across the room. That's something else we've forgotten, but at least it's a starting place. Come on ****.