After visiting the golf club, confirming he was alive, and sharing a round of golf, Bruce went to Applied Sciences, which was located in a massive warehouse of all places. To say the young man was confused was an understatement. As he entered, he discovered it was filled with crates, odd-shaped equipment hidden under dust covers, and lab equipment. Bruce was soon greeted by an older African American man with graying hair and mustache, Lucius Fox by name, who led him through the stacks to his desk. From there, he seated himself and pulled up data on his computer.
“Environmental applications, defense projects, consumer products…” He read off with a calm, knowledgeable tone. “All prototypes, none in production at any level whatsoever.”
“None?” Bruce asked, surprised.
Lucius paused and turned to him, with an inquiring gleam in his eye.
“What did they tell you this place was?”
“They didn’t tell me anything,” Bruce admitted.
With a deep sigh, Lucius stood up and walked toward a stone pillar. He proceeded to flip several switches, turning on the extensive lights.
“Earle told me exactly what it was when he sent me here…” He explained sourly. “… A dead end where I couldn’t cause any more trouble for the rest of the board.”
“You were on the board?” Bruce inquired, surprised.
“Yes, along with Jonathan Wycliffe and several others,” He confirmed with a nod. “Back when your father ran things.”
Bruce couldn’t help but be impressed as Mr. Fox led the young man through the warehouse.
“You knew my father?”
“Sure,” Lucius responded. “Helped him build his train. Beautiful project – routed right into Wayne Tower, along with the water and power utilities. Made Wayne Tower the unofficial heart of Gotham. ‘Course, Earle’s left it to rot.”
As they continued walking, they stopped next to a black case. Lucious pulled out a box, and opened it, revealing a bronze grappling gun and harness.
“Pneumatic. Magnetic grapple. Monofilament tested to 350 pounds.”
Bruce picked up the gun and tested the weight, surprised by how light and strong it was. He picked up the harness that went with it and examined the shoulder straps with a wide, hi-tech belt. Bruce shoved the back end of the gun into the belt buckle, and it clicked into place.
“Impressive.”
Lucius grinned and led the young man over to a tall crate, checked the paperwork, and opened it revealing an armor bodysuit that was covered with a clear silicone.
“Here it is. The nomex survival suit for advanced infantry. Kevlar bi-weave, reinforced joints.”
Bruce reached out and felt the fabric, letting it run through his fingers.
“Bullet-proof?” He asked.
“Anything but a straight shot,” Lucius confirmed.
“Tear-resistant?” Bruce asked.
Lucius grinned, seeing the young man already getting ideas of how he could use the armor for his own needs. He pulled out a pen and stabbed it against the suit, not even leaving a mark.
“This sucker’ll stop a knife,” He smirked.
‘Perfect,’ Bruce thought. Of course, he couldn’t imagine why something this complex wasn’t used by their country’s troops.
“Why didn’t they put it into production?” Bruce asked, curiously.
“The bean counters figured a soldier’s life wasn’t worth the 300 grand,” Lucius admitted. “What do you want with it, Mr. Wayne?”
“I want to borrow it,” Bruce told him. “For spelunking… you know, cave-diving.”
“You get a lot of gunfire down in those caves?” Lucius asked, skeptical.
To which Bruce smiled sheepishly over the question.
“Listen, I’d rather Mr. Earle didn’t know about me borrowing—”
“Mr. Wayne, the way I see it,” Lucius spoke, gesturing the warehouse’s contents. “All this stuff is yours, anyway.”
This caused Bruce to smile as all different kinds of thoughts began running through his head on what he could all of this equipment for. Now he most certainly had the tools needed to become the very symbol Gotham needed.
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Obtaining what he required from Lucius, Bruce returned to the caves with Alfred and the Equestrians. He was now using his father’s climbing gear to climb a nearby wall, where he pounded a bracket into the rock, securing a line of industrial lamps.
“Okay!” He called down to the older man. “Give it a try.”
Alfred threw a switch on a portable generator, and the lamps flickered on, dimly lighting the length of the wall. He soon peered at the damp, dingy surroundings.
“Oh, charming,” Alfred said sarcastically.
“Dear me!” Rarity gasped. “This is hardly a place of luxury.”
“What’d you expect?” Rainbow questioned. “A five-star suite at a hotel or something?”
“Ah’ve been in mah fair share of caves, and this certainly ain’t the worst ah’ve been in,” Applejack spoke up.
“Tell me about it,” Pinkie nodded in agreement. “What pony can ever forget that one trip down the scariest cave in all Equestria? Even have the pictures to prove it.”
“This cave reminds me of the one we stayed in with our sisters on that one camping trip,” Rainbow recollected.
Alfred then spotted the bats covering the entire ceiling.
“At least you’ll have company,” He added.
Bruce rappelled down the cave floor and glanced up toward the ceiling, where he spotted crumbling brickwork in one corner.
“Must be the lowest foundations of the Southeast wing,” Alfred remarked.
Following his gaze, they made their way toward an old elevator, connected to a rusty chain that climbed up an old shaft toward the darkness above. Bruce grabbed the chain and shook it, pleased to see it was still attached.
“During the civil war your great-grandfather was involved with the underground railroad,” He explained. “Secretly transporting freed slaves to the North. I suspect these caverns came in handy.”
“He sounds like quite the generous man,” Fluttershy spoke with admiration.
“From what I’ve read on your civil war, transporting freed slaves was a crime punishable by death,” Twilight informed. “So to risk his own life just to help make other people’s lives better is a truly wonderful quality. It seems like your family has been trying to make things better in Gotham for the longest time, Bruce.”
Bruce nodded, jumped down and went to put on the armor. He made his way to the small river and followed it until it disappeared under some rocks and stepped over it toward the waterfall, while Alfred pulled on a coat to fight against the cold and kept his distance. The young man reached the waterfall and grinned, calling back to the butler.
“Alfred, come up here!”
Alfred shook his head, staying where he was.
“I can see it very well from here, thank you sir,” He responded.
“I’ll check it out!” Spike called.
The teenage dragon flapped his wings and flew toward where Bruce stood by the waterfall. Looking out through the falls, he could actually see the lights of Gotham shining off in the distance.
“Now that’s a view!” Spike smiled.
“That’s what I was thinking,” Bruce nodded.
Grinning, Bruce turned back toward the waterfall and reached out, letting the water splash along the armor on his arm.
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Later…
Bruce fired up the paint sprayer and used it to spray a pair of bronze gauntlets black, also applying the same color to the armor. Once he was done, he and Alfred went over some plans for the next part of his outfit, which involved some of Alfred’s old contacts from his spy days.
“If we order the main part of this cowl from Singapore-“ Alfred said, pointing to a spot on a diagram.
“Via a shell corporation,” Bruce guessed.
“Indeed,” Alfred confirmed. “Then quite separately, place an order through a Chinese manufacturer for these-“
He pointed toward a different part of the diagram.
“Put it together ourselves,” Bruce concluded.
“Ah can probably help ya out with that,” Applejack suggested. “Ah’m pretty good at patchin’ things up.”
Precisely,” He agreed. “Of course, they’ll have to be large orders to avoid suspicion.”
“How large?” Bruce asked.
“Say, ten thousand,” Alfred shrugged.
“Geez Louise!” Pinkie gasped. “That’s a lot of spare parts. That’s how many cakes and cookies I could eat in the expanse of an hour.”
This caused everyone to face the pink party pony with confusion.
“Seriously?” Spike asked.
Bruce nodded, smiling slightly.
“Least we’ll have spares,” He remarked.
Soon, the Mane Six and Spike looked amongst each other, as the same thought raced through their heads.
“Hey, Bruce,” Twilight called.
The young man and the elder butler turned around to face the little ponies and teenage dragon.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“My friends and I have been talking lately and we’ve come to the same conclusion,” Twilight continued.
“What’s that?”
“If you’re going to fight the corruption in this city… we’re going to help you.”
This caused both Alfred and Bruce to dawn shocked expressions, but also slightly skeptical ones as well.
“Look guys, it’s been nice training and living with you all for the last year,” Bruce spoke honestly. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”
“So you’re saying we can’t handle ourselves?” Rainbow asked offended.
“With all due respect, Miss Dash, Master Bruce has a rather valid point,” Alfred spoke up. “I admit the stories of your previous ventures are remarkable, but none of you have experienced anything like Gotham City before.
“We’ve faced monsters, demons, cultists, and even mind-controlled fish,” Spike argued. “I’m sure we can handle ourselves.”
“I respect that, but I still don’t—” Bruce began.
“Do you know exactly who we are, Bruce?” Twilight asked. “We’re the Elements of Harmony for a reason. We were brought together through an ancient prophecy to restore order wherever we’re needed.”
“We ain’t goin’ nowhere till we find our enemies and stop ‘em from causing havoc,” Applejack added.
“So pardon us darling, but we can either work alongside you or we can do it ourselves,” Rarity finished. “Either way, this city needs ‘all’ the help it requires.”
The Mane Six and Spike stood side by side with one another, all with determined looks on their faces. Bruce and Alfred both faced each other with skepticism but smiles soon formed along their faces. Clearly they could admire the fierce determination the Equestrians showed.
“Well, if you’re going to help, you’ll need some disguises,” Bruce suggested.
“Don’t know exactly how you’re supposed to hide six talking ponies and a dragon,” Spike joked.
It was then an imaginary lightbulb went off in Twilight’s head, struck by an inspiring idea.
“Maybe we don’t have to,” She said. “We’ll use our usual forms when we’re out with Bruce because I doubt anyone will ever believe we actually exist. And when we need to travel into the city casually, we’ll continue to use our human forms.”
“Still, perhaps disguises won’t be such a bad idea,” Fluttershy pointed out.
To which Twilight merely smirked in response before conjuring her magic to envelop herself and her friends. When the magic cleared, each of them transformed into their respective Power Pony uniforms.
Bruce and Alfred both stared at them for the longest moment before Bruce nodded his head approvingly.
“Alright… let’s get to work.”
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That night, Jim Gordon, now in his late forties, wearing glasses, and a sergeant, sat in an unmarked police sedan that was parked outside a small liquor store. He watched as his overweight partner, Flass, bullied the owner until he handed over a wad of cash. Not the first time he’d ever seen something like this, still Gordon wished he could do something about the corruption taking over the police force. But he couldn’t… at least not alone, and especially not when his wife, Barbara, was pregnant with their second child.
Eating a candy bar, Flass squeezed himself into the driver’s seat and offered the cash to the older man.
“Don’t s’pose you want a taste?” He asked, receiving Gordon’s glare. “I keep offering ‘cause who knows? Maybe one day you’ll get wise.”
“Nothing wise in what you do,” Flass,” Gordon grumbled, looking away.
Flass didn’t look convinced as he pocketed the money.
“Yeah? Well, Jimbo, you don’t take your taste – makes us guys nervous you might decide to roll over—”
“I’m no rat, Flass,” Gordon snapped, irritated.
Realizing he was about to lose his temper, he released a heavy sigh and looked out the window again.
“In a town this bent, who’s there to rat to, anyway?”
Flass laughed, realizing Gordon was right, and then hit the gas, zooming them down the street.
‘I never should have transferred here,’ Gordon thought.
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Elsewhere, crouching on a rooftop not far from the police station, Bruce kept watch over the rooftop. Bruce now wore his armor and pulled a black fabric mask over his head and slowly made his way toward the station’s roof.
Arriving at the police station, Gordon stepped out of the car, slammed the door shut, and watched Flass drive away with a weary expression. Heading inside, Gordon entered his office, pulled off his coat, sat down behind his desk with his back toward the windows, and reached for his phone when suddenly… he noticed an old, worn book which read:
“PHYLUM PERACOPDA: THE TWILIGHT WORLD OF BATS”
“Where did this come from?” He wondered, staring at the book.
As he studied the book with confusion, the lights suddenly went out. He froze, sensing something pressed into his back, right between the shoulder blades.
‘Oh God, I’m being held up in my own office!’
“Don’t turn around,” A raspy voice growled behind him.
Bruce was crouched behind the older man’s chair, pressing a stapler (Which he swiped from the desk earlier) into his back instead of a gun. The whole time, the sergeant could only imagine what was going to happen to him on tonight.
“What do you want?” Gordon asked warily.
“I’ve been watching,” Bruce told him. “You’re a good cop. One of the few. What would it take to get Falcone?”
“Carmine Falcone?” Gordon frowned.
“He brings in shipments of drugs every week, nobody takes him down,” Bruce pointed out. “Why?”
“He’s paid up with the right people,” Gordon sighed. “He’s joined forces with Roman Sionis and they’ve essentially taken control of the criminal underworld.”
“What would it take to bring them down?” Bruce inquired.
“Leverage on Judge Faden,” Gordon answered. “And a D.A. brave enough to prosecute.”
Bruce knew whom they could trust in the D.A.’s office.
“Rachel Dawes,” He growled.
“Who are you?” Gordon asked.
The sergeant’s neck grew sore from not moving it so long. Yet Bruce ignored the question entirely, lowering the stapler as he silent moved back toward the windows.
“Watch for a sign,” Bruce instructed.
“You’re just one man,” Gordon pointed out.
“Now we’re two.”
“We?” Gordon repeated.
He finally turned around only to find himself completely alone. He jumped out of his chair, raced to the window, and looked out. He spotted a shadowy figure climbing the fire escape toward the roof. He ran through the bullpen, pulled out his gun, and headed for the stairwell, prompting two cops to follow him.
Bruce reached the roof, ran across it to the other side and paused at the edge, realizing the gap was too big to jump. He moved away, looking for another way down, when the door burst open and Gordon ran out, his gun raised.
“Freeze!”
Having no choice, and not wanting to be arrested, Bruce ran back and jumped the gap. He fell through the air and missed the top story of the nearby building by a good inch. Grunting to himself, he collided and grabbed the balcony below, only to have it swing loose, causing him to hit two more balconies that broke loose until he hit one that remained in place. Winded, he grunted and pulled himself over the railing, already imagining the bruises he’d have in the morning.
Gordon reached the edge of the roof and peered down, just in time to see the figure melt into the shadows as the two cops finally caught up.
“What the hell was that?” One of them asked.
“Some nut,” Gordon said.
As he pulled his gun away, however, deep down Gordon wasn’t sure what to truly think.
‘He had the drop on me, but he didn’t do anything except talk. Strange.’
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Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Jonathan Wycliff worked late in his office. Partly because he had to approve several new patents from R&D, and partly to avoid his wife, Julia, who was on one of her anger sprees concerning both their daughter and her choice of a husband.
‘You pushed Katherine away,’ He thought, reaching the final page. ‘And you’re going to have to mend that fence yourself someday.’
Approving of what was in the report, he reached for his pen when the lights went out, plunging his office into darkness.
“What the-?”
John froze when he felt something pressed against his back, right between the shoulder blades, and he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. Dread spread across his mind wondering if he was going to be robbed, kidnapped, or worse killed in his own office.
“Who’s there?” He asked.
“A friend,” A raspy feminine voice growled. “What do you know about the drugs Falcone brings in each week?”
John frowned, then realized what the stranger meant.
“They’re mostly cocaine and a few other typical types sold on the streets,” He answered. “Why?”
“Your business runs a program to help teenagers and adults with the detoxing process,” The voice pointed out> “You’ve been fighting for years to have the police crackdown on the drug trade.”
“Yes, I have been,” He nodded in response. “But it is a losing battle. Not even the D.A. can help stop the spreading of the poison out there.
“Sgt. James Gordon and Rachel Dawes,” The voice whispered. “They can help.”
“How?” John asked. “Falcone takes out anyone who tries to stop him, and three people can’t take him on.”
“We are eight,” The voice said.
When the pressure suddenly disappeared, Philip turned from his seat only to meet a shocking surprise. For whoever got the drop on him, which wasn’t easy since he was a former marine serving as a sniper in Vietnam, had already vanished without setting off any alarms.
He rolled his eyes when he saw his stapler on the floor.
“Maybe I should start drinking less tea from now on.”
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Meanwhile…
The Mane Six and Spike sat on the rooftop a few yards away from Wycliffe Industries awaiting news. A flash of a rainbow caught their attention as none other than Rainbow Dash landed on the roof alongside them.
“What did you find out?” Twilight asked.
“He told me about what kinds of drugs are being pushed around here and Gotham,” Rainbow answered. “I’ve already told him who can help him.”
“I hope Mr. Wycliff can continue to make Gotham a better place,” Fluttershy spoke hopefully.
“Me too!” Pinkie nodded in agreement. “This city’s full of mean meanie-pants! What Gotham could really use is a great big party to bring everyone together, make living there better. There’ll be streamers, confetti, cakes—”
*BOOM!!!*
The girls and Spike jumped at the sudden loud bang and the impact of a bullet landing not even a few feet from them. Twilight quickly went over to check what had happened and used her magic to inspect the bullet.
“What they hay happened?!” Rarity yelped in fear.
“A sniper’s somewhere on one of these roofs,” Twilight answered. “Judging by the impact and trajectory, this bullet was fired at a really close range so they couldn’t have missed us. This was just a warning shot.”
“Then ah suggest we take the warning and get the hay outta here,” Applejack suggested nervously.
Twilight quickly used her magic to transport them all off the roof, taking the bullet as well so they could use it to figure out what happened. From a taller rooftop nearby, a smoking sniper rifle was aimed directly at the very spot where they had just been sitting. A man in a white owl mask kept one finger on the trigger, keeping watch in the now silent night.
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The next day, Earle was in his office conversing with two members of the board concerning Bruce Wayne’s return. How it would affect their plans for the company was anyone’s guess.
“Is he taking over?” One of them asked.
“Not yet,” Earle shook his head. “I checked the trust, and Bruce can’t assume control until his thirtieth birthday.”
He then pressed the intercom button.
“Jessica, where’s that coffee? He asked.
The man had made the request only a few minutes ago, and the fact his order ran late disturbed him immensely.
“But that’s in three months,” The other board member pointed out.
“We’ll have to move fast,” Earle shrugged, checking his watch.
“To do what?” The first board member asked.
“An IPO,” Earle explained. “There’s nothing in Bruce’s trust to stop us taking the company public… we’ll have an offering…”
“And Bruce will become just another board member,” The second board member concluded.
“Precisely,” Earle agreed. “We can’t have some clown prince running things.”
Wondering where his assistant was with the coffee, he pressed the intercom button again.
“Jessica?”
But again, no answer came. He stood up and went for the door. The moment he opened it, much to his shock, both his assistant and receptionist were gone.
‘What the hell?’
Determined to find his missing employees, Earle eventually reached the roof, where he found the two ladies with Bruce. The man was working with Jessica on a gold golf club, and his receptionist stood nearby with a driver and watched the lesson.
“Keep your elbows in,” Bruce advised.
Jessica swung and hit the ball, sending it flying toward Gotham river.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” Bruce continued. “Okay, this time—”
“Ladies!”
The women turned toward Earle, who was mildly annoyed at having his staff high-jacked behind his back.
“Sorry, Mr. Earle,” Jessica apologized, flushing. “Mr. Wayne insisted that all junior executives need to know how to play golf.”
“Junior Executive?” Earle repeated, frowning. “Who’s answering the phones?”
“This is Wayne Industries, Mr. Earle,” Bruce smiled confidently. “I’m sure they’ll call back.”
He then unwrapped himself from the woman and approached Earle.
“I thought a few promotions might be good karma for getting my new job,” He added a conspiratorial tone.
Earle gave the younger man a patient smile in response.
“Of course, you’re not actually starting just yet, Bruce,” He pointed out. “Not until your birthday.”
Bruce grinned, fully aware of this fact thanks to his own research.
“Three months’ time – I’m having a huge blowout and I expect everyone to be there.”
“With bells on,” Earle promised. “How are things down at Applied Sciences?”
“Great – there’s some cool stuff down there,” Bruce said cheerfully. “Although that Mr. Fox goes on a bit once you get him talking.”
Earle nodded, recalling the large number of arguments he’d had with the man until getting rid of him.
“Since you’re here, there is a business matter that I wanted to make you aware of.”
“Business, sure,” Bruce agreed.
“We’ve been thinking for some time about offering shares,” Earle explained. “I think the time is right.”
Bruce frowned, not sure if he was hearing this right.
“Offering shares?”
“It’s just a way of raising capital for growth… it’s important to me that the company be in great shape when you take over,” He added. “Consider it my legacy. Well, I guess I’d better go hire a new secretary and receptionist…”
‘Oh, I understand all right,’ Bruce thought, watching him go. ‘And I already have a plan in motion that will surprise you.’
He then turned back to the two ladies.
“Right, whose turn is it?”
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That night at Falcone’s club, Judge Faden left with a pretty girl around his arm.
“Night, Judge Faden,” The bouncer said.
Faden turned, giddy with the drink, and put a finger to his lips.
“Shh!”
The girl giggled, and he guided her into a waiting limo. A street person came over the rear windows of the car and knocked. Scowling, the driver got out.
“Get lost!”
He kicked the person away from the limo. Another homeless man was warming his hands by a fire when he saw the commotion. But this wasn’t just any homeless man. This one happened to wear a familiar coat given to him many years prior.
“Leave him alone!” He shouted. “Let him be!”
The driver ignored him, kicked the person away from the limo, got back in, and drove off. The street person watched it leave and turned away with a smile. Somewhere, Bruce glanced down at a tiny camera he was holding. On the screen, Faden and the girl were on full display.
‘I got what I need,’ Bruce thought. ‘I so don’t want to be Faden if his wife ever sees these.’
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The next day, Lucius was at his desk working when Bruce walked up.
“What’s it today?” He asked the younger man. “More ‘spelunking’?”
“Sper-lunking,” Bruce corrected. “And no, today it’s base-jumping.”
“Base-jumping?” Lucius repeated, eyebrows raised. “What… like parachuting?”
“Kind of,” Bruce answered vaguely. “You have any kind of lightweight fabrics…?”
Lucius thought for a moment, then smiled.
“Oh, yeah.”
In a different part of the department, Lucius opened a box, pulled out a sheet of black fabric, and laid it upon the table.
“Notice anything?” He asked.
Bruce examined it, shrugged, and put a glove on.
“Memory fabric, dual layer polymers with variable alignment molecules,” Lucius explained. “Flexible ordinarily, but put a current through it…”
He triggered some miniature generators within the glove and placed it on top of the fabric, which instantly popped into the rigid shape of a small one-man tent.
“The molecules align and become rigid.”
Bruce pushed on the tent, feeling its strength, fascinated.
‘This could come in handy.’
“What kind of shapes can you make?” He asked.
Lucius shrugged, releasing the tent, which instantly collapsed.
“It could be tailored to any structure based on a rigid skeleton.”
“Too expensive for the army?” Bruce asked, fingering the fabric.
“Guess they never thought about marketing to the billionaire base-jumping, spelunking market,” Lucius said, returning the fabric to the box.
Bruce sighed, not liking to keep secrets from the older man, especially a ‘good’ friend of his late father.
“Look, Mr. Fox, if you’re uncomfortable—” He began.
“Mr. Wayne, if you don’t tell me what you’re really doing,” Lucius spoke seriously. “Then when I get asked… I don’t have to lie. But don’t treat me like an idiot.”
“Fair enough,” Bruce nodded.
He soon noticed some kind of vehicle with large tires, covered by a tarp.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“The Tumbler?” Lucius said, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, you wouldn’t be interested in that.”
And the younger man gave him an amused look.
Oh, wouldn’t he?
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Barely an hour later, the two men were seated inside the Tumbler, which was covered with sandy camouflage paint, stealth-angled paneling, and variable-angle flaps. Bruce drove on a test track, piloting it by using aircraft-like control sticks. Lucius was in the passenger seat, hanging on as the young man applied more speed to the vehicle, which was like a cross between aa Lamborghini Countach and a Humvee.
“She was built as a bridging vehicle!” Lucius shouted over the roar of the engine, pointing to a red button on the control unit.
“You hit that button—”
He yelped when Bruce reached for it.
“No, not now!”
And the young man stopped just like that.
“It boosts her into a ramp less jump! In combat, two of them jump a river towing cables, and then you run a bailey bridge across! Damn bridge never worked – but this baby works fine!”
Bruce inspected the cockpit: a forward-slung ‘gunner’s’ driving position between their legs, video screens, electronic controls, windows with heads-up display, and accelerated the Tumbler, so that it was tearing down the straightaway, and then skidded to a halt. Lucius jolted with the stop, and turned to the young man, looking a little green.
“What do you think?”
Bruce turned to him with a slight smile.
“Does it come in black?”
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Later in the bat cave, Bruce took a pair of cutters to the hi-tech harness and cut off the shoulder straps, leaving behind the belt with sliding attachments. Bruce lifted a gloved hand that had metal contacts on the fingertips and with his other hand, he picked up a fabric glove that had ribbons dangling from each finger. He thrust the gloved hand into the fabric glove and the ribbons shot out into rigid finger extensions like the skeleton of a bat’s wing, and he fanned the projections, testing it.
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Two days later, their first shipment of black graphite cowls arrived, and when Alfred tested one by hitting it with a baseball bat, it cracked in two; he picked the pieces off the table, frowning with a glance toward Bruce, who was watching.
“Problems with the graphite mixture, apparently,” He guessed. “The next ten thousands will be up to specifications.”
“At least they gave us a discount,” Bruce said thoughtfully.
“Quite,” Alfred agreed. “In the meantime, might I suggest, sir, that you try to avoid landing on your head?”
Bruce nodded with a chuckle and worked on fitting a microphone into the horn-shaped ‘ear’ for the cowl.
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Later, Bruce grinded metal at a lathe when Alfred approached with a thermos full of soup. By now, Bruce finished the grinding, blowing on his handiwork.
“Why the design, Master Wayne?” Alfred asked.
“A man, however strong, however skilled, is just flesh and blood,” Bruce explained, polishing the metal. “I need to be more than a man. I need to be a symbol.”
“And why the bat, Master Wayne?” Alfred inquired.
“Bats frightened me,” He reminded the older man with a slight smile. “And it’s time my enemies shared my dread.”
Bruce then tilted the crude bat-a-rang, which the light danced across the brushed steel, and he threw it whistling into the nearby brick, where it stuck. Inches away, Spike stood frozen stiff, his eyes widened, over how fast the bat-a-rang came. In his bag was a grocery bag, no doubt containing some crucial ‘supplies’ he meant to present before handing them to his friends.
“I’ll… come back later,” Spike declared, walking away.
I have to admit that Wayne Enterprises has very impressive tech.
In a city filled with an assortment of crime and corruption, a group of good citizens will not be enough to turn the city around even with all their skill. It's going to take a symbol, something that everyone will recognize, and they will see that it is indeed a representation of the help they need. Our heroes are currently at work gathering everything they need before they can make their superhero debut in a city with no heroes, even giving audiences a chance to have the Power Ponies (And Humdrum) back into play. They are definitely putting some of the city's notable figures on notice that's for certain. Although I'll bet someone's bound to bring up the elephant in the room:
'Is the rasping really all that necessary?'. Just wait... just wait...
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And slowly he gathers his arsenal. And then one night in any night, the Knight shall rise.
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Earle calling Bruce a "clown prince..." He's got the wrong guy.
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Postwar: Ah, good old Fox.
Cal Kestis: You know him?
Sunset Shimmer: We sure do. He makes all of Batman's gadgets, and he's the best there is, and is a friend of Bruce's family, as well as the only one who knows about his secret identity.
Postwar: (Whispers) He's also one of my contacts.
Everyone stared at him surprised.
Ahsoka Tano: He's one of your contacts?
Postwar: Who do you think built my tech, gadgets and utility belt. (Everyone stares at him surprised)
Galen Marek: Heh, I know that look. He's going to be willing to help them out.
Cal Kestis: Wish we had more people like that to help us out back in the day.
Ahsoka Tano: Tell me about it.
Byph: Wow, Earle's more corrupted that we thought. (Gungi voices in agreement)
Petro: Corporate businesses are the same, they'll do anything to make sure that their pockets are full.
Postwar: There's also an old saying from an enemy a while back.
Zatt: What's that?
Postwar: "Whilst the Governments scorn me, their corporations adore me."
Ganodi: Wow, people will do anything to make a business.
Ben Solo: Wow, that looks amazing. Why don't the Jedi have something like that.
Postwar: They did once upon a time.
Ben Solo: They did?
Postwar: That's right. During the time of Darth Malgus, long before Darth Bane was born, Jedi and Sith wore armor in the battle, hoping that it would give them an edge over their enemies. But both sides were evenly matched. And by the time Malgus died, the Jedi stopped wearing them.
Ahsoka Tano: I'm impressed. You know your Jedi history very well.
Postwar: I get by, plus I've been doing a lot of traveling and studying some of the worlds and universe's histories in order to know them.
Katochi: 300 what now?
Postwar: In other words, 300 000 Credits.
Petro: It costs that much?!
Huyang: Indeed Petro. For not all materials are easy to find, hence why they are very expensive when it comes to finding the right materials in order to build them.
Ahsoka Tano: Wow, you were right about him.
Cal Kestis: Now I really wish we really did have someone like him.
Sunset Shimmer: And so the cave construction begins.
Postwar: And a face that made you look like you just recently had an allergic reaction to something bad.
Sunset Shimmer: She did?
Postwar takes out a picture and shows them, to which all of them gasped and yelped in shock.
Sunset Shimmer: Wow, and I thought My Rainbow had it worse when she once had the bad case of the poison ivy.
Ahsoka Tano: He really helped the slaves? Makes me wish we had someone like that years ago.
Postwar: Amen to that sister.
Katochi: Definitely a nice view.
Zatt: On that, we agree.
Galen Marek: She really does say a bunch of random stuff, doesn't she?
Sunset Shimmer: She does, but that's why we like her. She always likes to bring people's spirits up.
Postwar: That she does.
Postwar: It's always good to have backup.
Ahsoka Tano: Wish my master thought about that. You have no idea how many times he keeps breaking his.
Postwar: (smirking) Speaking from experience? (Ahsoka pouts by that comment)
Ganodi: You gotta admire their spirit.
Petro: Now if only everyone else would think that way.
Sunset Shimmer: (smiles fondly) Ah, memories.
Postwar: And to be fair, you girls looked good in those costumes.
Sunset Shimmer: Despite me looking like a villain?
Postwar: Well, it's the thought that counts.
Ganodi: Wow, that guy has it rough.
Postwar: Good law enforcement always have trouble in situations like this.
Ahsoka Tano: Ain't that the truth.
Postwar: (Imitates Batman) Someone like you, someone who will stand up for the people of Gotham, who have been opressed by the corrupt, and to show them that they are not immune from the hammers of Justice.
Petro: Wow, pretty good impersonation there.
Ahsoka Tano: You've got quite the talent.
Postwar: Only when it's to show the talent you have and not let society judge you for the choices you make.
Postwar: That right there, is called gut instinct. (Looks at the others) When you're faced in the Corner, and not even the Force can help you, sometimes you have to rely on your oldest instincts like trusting your gut and good old fashion inginuity.
Cal Kestis: How is it, you were never born in our world? You'd make a great Jedi Master.
Postwar: I only wish to pass on knowledge. For Knowledge doesn't just need to come from the Jedi, they also need to hear it from those who see life differently from others. Once you do, you have full understanding of society.
Postwar: (Impressed whistle), I'm impressed. I'm surprised she didn't become an actor.
Sunset Shimmer: If she did, she'd probably mess up the set before she had a chance to perform.
The two of them looked at one another, snickered, and laughed their butts off.
Postwar: Sometimes all we can do is hope.
Ben Solo: Then what would happen if that hope is lost?
Postwar: Then you keep carrying on with the willpower you have. Once you do, you'll overcome even the greatest of obstacles.
Ganodi: Whoa, is that...?
Sunset Shimmer: The court of owls.
Postwar picked up the phone and called Phantom.
Postwar: Hey, it's me. Listen, the Court of Owls are on the move. They've got their sights on the Mane 6 and Spike. Thought I'd let you know.
Petro: Told you, they still plan behind their backs.
Postwar: Don't worry, I'm sure that they will have an ace up on their sleeve.
Postwar: That's Batman for you...
Sunset Shimmer: Always plenty of moves ahead of everyone.
Postwar: When in doubt, wanting to scare a corrupt political official, use good old fashion blackmailing.
Ben Solo: But isn't that bad?
Postwar: It's only as a last resort. When you realize that you've run out of options, sometimes you need to think outside of the box in order to achieve your goal without any bloodshed.
Cal Kestis: I have to give it a hand to them, they're really creative when it comes to inventions like that.
Galen Marek: Tell me about it. Maybe we can learn from something here after all.
Ben Solo: Nice vehicles. Although...why does it have rubber wheels? Rubber's been discontinued for fifty centuries.
Postwar: Really? Huh...I'll have to look into that.
Galen Marek: Pff, give me a Speeder anyday.
Postwar: Now Galen, don't dismiss something like that. Inventions like that can come a long way in the long run.
Sunset Shimmer: He's not wrong there. There were many soldiers who dismissed things like this, but if it meant saving lives, sometimes you use what you can get.
Postwar: He's got the mind, he's got the skills, he's got the tools. Now all that he'll need. Is the proper execution.
Petro: Uh, what now?
Sunset Shimmer: In other words, a way for them to reveal themselves to the public.
To face the worst of the criminal world, you have to be equipped with the best. Unlike the ponies and Spike, Bruce is a "flesh and blood" man, with no special powers. Luckily, he has the advantage of belonging to a wealthy and influential family, and boy does he know how to make good use of those resources. They are ready to become a symbol of hope for good people and fear for criminals (Princess Luna would be proud of them). We all know Bruce isn't much of a team player and prefers to do things himself (albeit for understandable reasons), but even he knows that when you're up against powerful people, the more the merrier.
If they want to save Gotham, they must take down the source of evil in this city: Carmine Falcone. Still, part of their job involves staying under the radar, and they can't break the law to crack down on crime (okay, kind of, but you get the point), so they turn to three honest people, Gordon, Rachel and Jonathan Wycliff. within a corrupt system, to be its allies. However, our heroes are also in someone's crosshairs.
I wonder if Pinkie will make a joke of her own when she sees that Gordon is Gary Goldman and Lucius Fox is Morgan Freeman. And that "We can't have a clown prince running things" comment; is a dark indication of what they will face in the future.
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Only the very best will do when it comes to fighting crime. They need the right tools, and all the personal help they can get. There's still so much left to tell as far as making preparations not just in this little war against crime, but the corruption taking advantage of all the chaos. If someone doesn't step up to do it, no one else will. They'll all be hiding in their homes waiting for action to commence and nothing ever gets done.
Bruce is already to put together his costume, vehicle and weaponry. And the girls and Spike are already doing there part to help.
Very enjoyable
While we had Alfred and Lucius accounted for, it's nice to see this version of Bruce with a full-on Bat-Family. It's been awhile since I've watched FIM, so I might have forgotten what those camping trips were referring to when they first got into the cave. I'm assuming when Dashie referred to a sister she means Scootie?
We interrupt this program to give you a short and concise explanation of a term that pops up, but you may not understand. (Imagine Twilight saying this)
What is an "IPO?" An IPO, or initial public offering, is the first shares of stock in a company that is, well, offered to the public to buy and sell as they see fit. It's when a company is first listed on a public stock exchange (most often either the New York Stock Exchange or NASDAQ) to have these shares traded, as a privately owned company is "taken public."
It's also a convenient way for a company to raise financing. For example, when Amazon had its IPO in May 1997, it raised $450 million. That money comes from the "underwriters", or the group of investment banks helping take the company public, and from the institutional investors (hedge funds, index funds, pension funds and the like) buying IPO allocations before public trading beings. That process comes from a whirlwind tour of major financial centers and conferences across the country (or possibly even worldwide) lasting up to two weeks, called a "roadshow." It's where the company's executives go to wow these investors and say "Put money in us, we're a great investment!"
Of course the downsides are evident. A company going public has to file paperwork with the Securities and Exchange Commission and start reporting every quarter and every fiscal year how it's doing. You can't hide things from the government. Also, there's the real good chance the company's stock price will fall below the original IPO price. That is especially hard, because company employees and executives are subject to a "lockup" period, where they are forbidden from selling their shares immediately to take advantage of a highly successful IPO. But institutional investors are often free to sell, or "flip", their shares immediately and rake in a windfall.
In summation, Wayne Enterprises is being poised for an IPO to remove ownership of the company from the Wayne family (or rather Bruce) and put ownership effectively into public hands, or at least into certain board members. That's because a company can choose how many shares to "float", or put on the market. You can put as little as 5 percent on the market, or put as much as 80 percent up for sale. If a company has a "thin float", that means the stock price is more liable to rise quickly, but also fall just as quickly.
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.
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Even if they know how dangerous this is going to be, they did manage to survive against an insane group of assassins. Hopefully they'll have all the necessary resources to help them against whatever terrible force in the city waits for them.
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Scootaloo being an 'honorary' sister. And if you must know, it was that one episode where they were telling stories about some of the most legendary ponies in the history of Equestria.
It was the episode entitled "Campfire Tales" highlighting the legends of Rockhoof (How he magically grew from a scrawny earth pony stallion to a big and strong figure who dug a trench to save his village from a volcanic eruption); Mistmane (How this unicorn sorceress sacrified her own beauty to lift the curse of ugliness on her embittered friend); and Flash Magnus (How this Pegasus soldier bravely fought terrifying dragons with a fireproof shield to rescue his comrades).
classic.
While waiting for the next chapter, I received this:
The poor have it
the rich hate it
but if you eat it
you die.
What am I?
Any idea what it means?
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But who has sent me this… riddle?
OOOOooooooo, Mr. Drama and Lord Enigma.....im so excited, cant wait for more action XD
tse3.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.ABUI5pH-4nQzIImy_ISwtQHaHZ&pid=Api&P=0
thats me on the left hehe
Future G5
Discord Memorial Cinema
Me: (excitable) YES!! MORGAN FREEMAN AT LAST, HAHAHAHA!!
Zipp: (rubbing her ear) Someone’s excited.
Sunny: Who’s Morgan Freeman?
Me: One of the most recognizable actors of all time, partly from his distinct voice. Like Liam Neeson. (to myself) Oh, my god! Liam Neeson and Morgan Freeman in the same movie, how cool is that?!
Sunny: He knew Thomas?
Me: I loved that train too, Lucius.
Zipp: (likewise) I like it already.
Me: And to think, he used to physically scale buildings like he was rope-climbing. It’s thanks to Burton’s Batman that it’s now standard.
Izzy: (patting my shoulder) You’re talking to yourself again.
Me: (crunching popcorn) I’m just saying.
Zipp: (unsure) Hmm, something doesn’t add up…
Me: (holding out a wad of cash) Shut up and take my money!
Sprout: (whining) But I want it too~! It’s so cool~!
Others: (to Sprout) No-pony asked you!
Phyllis: Sugarcube, it’s much too expensive.
Sprout:…fine.
Zipp: I was wondering the same thing.
Pipp: Ew~…!
Me: Don’t worry. It gets better.
Sunny: So…what happens now?
Me: Now? (chuckles, then grins like a mad scientist) (in a German accent) Let’s go put it all togezah!
Izzy: Oooohhh…!
Me: Oh, yeah, I remember that episode. Much smaller than what I was expecting. More slice of life.
Hitch: Why hasn’t this building been condemned yet? It’s much too unsafe.
Me: Noone’s officially lived in it for years. Bruce’s been vacant for sometime, remember?
Hitch: Oh, yeah.
Sunny: That actually happened?
Me: (somber) Oh, yes it did. One of the darkest moments in human history.
Zipp: What happened?
Me: From 1776 until 1865, the United States engaged in the enslavement of Africans brought over across the Atlantic. They were barely paid minimum wage, if at all, tortured, brutalized, and considered lower than a housepet. I’ve heard of a slave who had his eyes burned out because he was trying to read.
Sunny: (shocked) That’s horrible!
Zipp: You mean to tell me they had no basic rights?!
Me: Then in 1860, the southern States seceded to form the Confederacy. A five-year long Civil War was fought, killings thousands on all sides. The Confederacy was defeated, and the Emancipation Proclamation was passed in Congress, making slavery Unconstitutional ever since. Of course, afterwards, blacks fought for over a century to regain their basic human rights against discrimination, racism and what have you.
Izzy: Could that be why the tribes separated?
Me: In a sense, it wouldn’t surprise me.
Haven: Are humans really so abhorrent?
Me: It depends on the individual.
Pipp: Oh, my hoofness, I love waterfalls!
Me: They’re certainly beautiful, that’s for sure.
Me: Alright. Time to get busy.
Zipp: Seriously?
Me: It’s a guarantee that this sort of endeavor will require spares. Plus, it would be very conspicuous if they simply made it through Wayne Enterprises.
Izzy: Why’s that?
Me: The higher ups always keep tabs on the records.
Sunny: Oh, yeah, that makes sense.
Zipp: Is he serious?
Me: He’s…relatively just met them.
Zipp: “Relatively?”
Me: Meaning he never had the opportunity to see them in full-blown action, and before you ask, he was more concerned--in the moment--about saving his own life back in Bhutan.
Me: I get that you’re a very stubborn man, Bruce, but this city’s much too large for one man.
Red: (thoughts) You don't need to be alone to save others. Why must he think so?
Bruce and Alfred both stared at them for the longest moment before Bruce nodded his head approvingly.
“Alright…let’s get to work.”Me: Yeah…I should’ve seen that one coming.
Izzy: Wow!
Zipp: Now, that’s cool.
Pipp: They’re so stylish!
Hitch: So, now they’re superheroes? That’s awesome!
Sunny: So, who are they? As superheroes, I mean.
Me: Let’s see if I remember this right: Pinkie is Fili-Second, speed-based though impatient, Rarity is Radiance, she constructs energy into anything she chooses and is just as concerned about her appearance, Rainbow is Zapp, weather-based and there’s something about a backstory of being a princess from a distant kingdom…I don’t know, I’ve never read the comics, Fluttershy is Saddle Ranger, get her angry and she turns into a giant rampaging…you get the idea, Applejack is Mistress Mare-velous, super strong and has a trusty lasso, Twilight is Masked Matter-horn, the de facto leader and is the most skilled at magic, and Spike is Humdrum, the trust sidekick who is without powers but you can always depend upon.
Zipp: I think I like Rainbow’s superhero the best.
Izzy: Especially since she’s a princess in disguise.
Zipp: (embarrassed) Not funny, Izz.
Sparky: Humdrum!
Hitch: Sparky likes Spike’s. My personal favorite is Mare-velous.
Sunny: Princess Twilight looks so cool as a superhero!
Izzy: I like Fili-Second! She’s so speedy!
Pipp: (sing-song) Radiance for me~! She’s so pretty~!
Me: (singing) Oh, so pretty~! I feel pretty and witty and bright~! And I pity any girl who isn’t me tonight~! (speaking) Heheheh, that was great.
Hitch: Wait…if you’ve never read the comics, then how do you know their names?
Me: I saw the episode, I didn’t like it. Anyway, something…is up.
Izzy: Where?
Me: In the movie, of course.
Zipp: Hey, Hitch? Would Sprout do that very same thing when he was deputy?
Hitch: Of course not!
Zipp: Even when you weren’t around?
Hitch: Well…uh…
Zipp: (patting his shoulder) Take it easy, big guy.
Me: It’s gonna get better, Jim. Trust me.
Alphabittle: Why are we with this guy?
Me: Jim Gordon is one of Batman’s most important allies, aside from Alfred and Lucius. He may not look it, but this is just the beginning for him as well.
Zipp: Look at that…
Pipp: He’s so gorgeous~…!
At the sound of the voice, Izzy and I burst into laughter.
Me: (laughing) Oh, my God! How can anyone talk like that in a straight voice?!
Izzy: (likewise) He sounds exactly like my grandpa!
Zipp: He’s only doing that to disguise his voice.
Me: I know that, but he could do so without sounding so…over-the-top! (continues laughing) Okay…I’m done. Izzy, you can stop laughing now.
Izzy: Okay!
Sprout: Is he gonna kill him?
Me: With a stapler against a cop? (smh) And besides, why would he kill Gordon?
Sunny: Rachel?
Izzy: Of course…! Call on an old friend! That’ll fix anything!
Sprout: Is he gonna kill him, now?
Me: Against a man armed with bullet-proof armor?
Sprout: (defeated) Oh, fine.
Zipp: (wincing) That’s gonna hurt in the morning.
Pipp: Brucie, are you alright?!
Me: (dismissing) He’ll be fine.
Hitch: (irate) This is vigilantism at its finest! Come on, Bruce!
Me: Then why would he bother going to Gordon in the first place?
Mares: Ooooh…
Zipp: (smirking) He’s got you there, sheriff.
Hitch: Now what?
Pipp: Hey, wait a minute, that’s not Brucie!
Me: C’mon, Twilight! Not you too!
Sunny: That’s Princess Twilight?!
Hitch: Now she’s engaging in—?!
Me: (interrupting) A-dididi, I don’t wanna hear it.
Me: It’s a work in progress. It’s gonna get better, trust me.
Me: My mistake. Rainbow makes perfect sense to have a dark and throat-hurting voice.
Just about all of us jumped at the sudden sound.
Haven: Goodness gracious!
Sunny: What was that?!
Pipp: My ears just popped!
Zipp: Mine too!
Me: (calmly) I did not expect that.
Me: You’ve gotta me *censored* kidding me.
Zipp: There! You did it again!
Me: You mean to say you want a censorblock too?
Zipp: No!
Me: That’s what I thought.
Sunny: Someone tried to kill them! What for?!
Me: I don’t know, but we’ll find out eventually.
Izzy: I don’t know what eventually means, but it sounds very, very long.
Zipp: (to Izzy) That’s because it is.
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Interesting that the League of Shadows and the Court of Owls are both at work here. One made Gotham a corrupt hellhole, and the other wants to burn it down because it's a corrupt hellhole. It's always interesting when villains with opposite goals come into conflict.
I'm also interested to see which organization has connections with the Dark Order. Or if the Chrysalis and the Dazzling are even supposed to interact with them, or just scoop up the future supervillains.
In the real world
Just about ready to sleep, when I saw this new chapter spawn.
*Metal Slug Rebel Soldier Screaming*
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Rainbow:(smirks) Heh, I know that look from anywhere
Arctic: Indeed, his gonna help out
Sci-Twi: The more help the better.
Applejack:(had a glare on her face)
Juniper: That man really is corrupted
Rarity: Is there, nothing that he won’t do that will ruin things?
Arctic: Unfortunately, no. The corrupt will do anything if it means getting more money in their pockets
Sci-Twi: Fascinating (she said impressed)
Juniper: that’s quite the impressive suit
Arctic: it is. And, it has came in handy for him to in tough situations
Rainbow: THAT MUCH?! (She said)
Rarity: My word! That’s a lot of money
Arctic: (he nods and looks at them) it’s because of the material. May cost a lot but, it will be worth it if it keeps you safe
Fluttershy: (she smiled a little) I’m happy Bruce has someone like him (she said as her friends nod in agreement with their shy friend)
Pinkie: Ooo~! Maybe we should go camping together! (She said happily)
Rainbow: (wince a bit) Yeah, maybe I’ll past on that Pinkie
Arctic: You ok? (He ask looking over)
Rainbow: Yeah ok Ace, just..my last trip when I camp, didn’t end up so well
The Equestrian Girls and Juniper, smiled hearing this. Knowing Bruce family been doing their part to make Gotham better
Rarity: I think, I speak for all of us and say we also agree it’s lovely (she said as he friends nod in agreement)
Arctic: (chuckles a bit) Classic Pinkie and her randomness
Applejack: But that, what makes her special and we wouldn’t change her a bit (she said as the other’s smile and nod)
Pinkie: Aww~ you all are the brightest friends I could ask for! (She said happily)
Sci-Twi: It’s always nice to back up.
Juniper: Yeah, the more people the better. Especially, for what’s to come
Arctic: True though, he did had a small point.
Fluttershy: What do you mean? (She ask with a small hint of worried)
Arctic: While, they have face the Dark Order on past adventures. But, Gotham has its own fair share of enemies that could be trouble. (He said and turns to look at them) You all, seen what Poison Ivy can do and, let’s not forget that Zoe girl.
Applejack: I, guess I can see what you mean. Plus, we haven’t seen or heard from that Chrysalis in awhile
Arctic: (he nods his head) That to, we don’t know how her she’s holding up when we last saw her. Now, I do have faith her Princess Twilight and her friend. However, like i mentioned before they need to be careful still
Pinkie: (gasps) They’re the Power Ponies!
Rainbow: Aw yeah! Now that’s awesome! (She said with a grin)
Sci-Twi: I wonder, will they have the same powers like them?
Arctic: Maybe, even if they don’t they can still kick some serious butt
Applejack: Poor fella has it rough
Fluttershy: Wish I can give him a hug. Maybe, that will lift his mood a bit (she said a bit hopefully)
Pinkie: Yeah! Maybe even a nice little party to cheer him up a bit to
Arctic: Gotta love when your instincts kick in. Even when tough situations
Sci-Twi: Ever been in something like that Ace? (She ask looking over to him)
Arctic: (he nods) Occasionally, I have. Sometimes, some might question my choices or call me stupid. But, one shouldn’t doubt another choices unless they know what they’re doing. Yeah, it could be dangerous but, it could work out
Applejack: Wow, that’s one mighty good speech there partner
Arctic: Thanks Applejack (he said with a small smile as he turn over a bit) Though, part of my Instincts is to trust in a certain Blue siren to make the right choice one day. I hope, Phantom words got to her. And, perhaps will encounter each other someday (he said softly to himself)
Rarity: My word, quite the actor will got here.
Applejack: Have to agree with you Rares, that was a great job
Pinkie: Yeah! Don’t forget party games, ice cream, and music! (She exclaimed with a grin)
Fluttershy: S-sounds to good for this place for something like that (the shy girl said)
Arctic: (he nods slightly) We can only hope that one day something like that can happen
Arctic: The court of owls..
Fluttershy: t-that was to close
Rainbow: Yeah Fluttershy. You can say that again (she said with a bit of nervousness in her voice)
Arctic:(laughs a bit and smirks a bit) And this is what I like him. Always steps ahead
Sci-Twi:Now that’s, what I call good planning
Juniper: isn’t, that wrong to blackmail someone
Arctic: Yeah, but it’s one of those last resort things to use if NECESSARY if anything else doesn’t work
Sci-Twi: (had stars in her eyes) So many wonderful Inventions! And, look at that vehicle!
Arctic:(chuckles a bit smirks) Just wait until you see what it can do
Rainbow: So..Awesome! (She said with a small squeal)
Arctic: and now he got his set of wheels (he said)
Juniper: Looks like, he got the tools he needs (she said)
Sci-Twi: So, what happens now?
Arctic: they gotta get out their to make themselves known to everyone. And, I’m sure their enemies will be close behind when they make themselves known
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I think I'm gonna work on the commentary and extra cuts from my part, sometime tomorrow, if that's alright with you, Mr. E.
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Okay. Definitely remember now.
Now that you mention it we haven't really had a story where the Pillars play a role yet have we.
Have to wonder if Luna has a standing order to accompany the group for those movies with a night-themed locations ... or could that happen once this one is reported ?? 🌕
Meanwhile, back at Discord's Theater
Eric Bischoff: “You sure they don’t have any other places that’s roomy for a bunch of nerds?”
Doctor Hooves: (Eric Bischoff) “Excuse me. But I resent that remark!”
Sandbar: “Wow, it’s even messier than Dr. Hooves’s lab, first time we took a field trip in there.” (To Doctor Hooves) “Uh, no offense, Doc.”
The Audiences: “NONE?!”
Random Nun: “Did somebody call for a nun?”
Ocellus: “How awful!”
Silverstream: “How heartbreaking.”
Sandbar: “What a crook!”
Gallus: “What a greedy dirtbag. And I know greedy. I’m a griffon.”
Smolder: (To Gallus, while staying hidden) “You think you’re complaining? I’m being hunted down 24/7 by every other dragons, griffons, and ponies who wanted a piece of my Championship Belt! AND ONE OF THEM’S MY BROTHER!!!”
Norberta: “Mama?” (Smiles and flaps her wings excitedly to see her adoptive mom) “Mommy?”
Smolder: (To Norberta) “SHHHHH! Norberta! No! Go away!”
Garble: “THERE SHE IIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!”
Smolder: “Welp. Yipe again.” (Runs for her life with every dragons and griffons chasing her)
Garble: “ME PRECIOUS!!!”
Ember: (Pulls Garble on the tail) “My precious!”
Smolder jumped across rows of seats, and landed on Tempest Shadow’s head, pushing the unicorn’s face into a bowl of tomato soup she was eating.
Grubber: (Points at Tempest Shadow, laughs out loud) “HA HA HA HA HA HA—OOFFF!!” (Got his head shoved into his sponge cake)
Eric Bischoff: “Everyone! Stay in your seats!”
But Eric’s words fell on deaf ears. At one point, Captain Celaeno and her crew were enjoying mugs of butter beers, when Smolder came, with the greedy mobs, disturbing the peace.
After having their drinks spilled and cups landing atop of their heads, an angry Celaeno proceeded to express her irritated, by hopping up and down, one fist outstretched in front of her while swinging the other fist around, and quacks in some unintelligible gibberish curses.
Then, the pirate parrots proceeded to chase after the greedy mobs chasing after Smolder, holding onto her 24/7 Championship Belt.
Crazy Steve: (Tries to calm the mobs down) “STAY IN YOUR SEATS! STAY IN YOUR—“ (Stepped on something) “I STEPPED ON MY TACO!!”
Eric Bischoff: (Pinches his temples) “I can’t with these…” (To Stone Cold Steven Austin) “Wrangle these nimrods back in their seats. Would ya?”
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*Worrying for both Carrie and Phantom, I attempt to give Phantom a call*
Me: *waiting as the line tracks Phantom on his phone* Come on, come on...
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Zipp: I hope so, if only to see you fired!
Izzy: Hey, what’s an IPO?
Me: Some corporate stuff that I don’t have the time for.
Phyllis: An IPO, Izzy, is a—
Me: LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!!!!! I AIN’T HEARIN’ NOTIN’~!!!
Phyllis: Rude.
Me: Hah.
Zipp: What was that?
Me: Me subconsciously remembering the meaning of foreshadowing over the course of movies rather than the movie itself.
Hitch: Now what?
Zipp: What was that all about?
Me: That was our boy Bruce developing his billionaire playboy persona.
Posey: What?!
Haven: Excuse me?!
Me: Calm down, parents and Karens. This film’s rated PG-13 so nothing explicit will be shown; besides, it’s not even the focus of the movie.
Me: See what I mean?
Izzy: OOohh! A party?! I wanna go!
Me: Sorry, Izzy. It’s a rich folks party and they are always so dull.
Izzy: (groaning) Aww…
Me: That means Bruce is to become an executive of the company.
“Right, whose turn is it?”
Me: Golf is such a rich man’s sport, but it’s still quite calming all the same.
Haven: I have never played golf myself.
Alphabittle: I’ve been thinking about setting up a golf course near the Tea House.
Haven: Really?
Alphabittle: (shrugging) Why not? Perfect venture to attract more customers.
Haven: (agreeing) Yes, quite.
Sunny: Isn’t he the judge that sentenced Joe Chill?
Me: I believe so.
Hitch: What’s he doing out at Falcone’s club?
Me: Why not? He’s got money after all, and Falcone is a guaranteed venture to get rich.
Hitch: (scowls) Depraving.
Izzy: Hey, I just realized something! That’s the same homeless man Bruce gave his coat to all those years ago.
Sunny: Really?
Me: Heh heh heh heh…
Izzy: (gasps) New friend for Bruce!
Red: (thoughts) I guess giving that man his coat had left a long-lasting impression on him.
Zipp: We got‘im, everypony.
Sparky: We gottim!
Hitch: (to Zipp, gruffly) Don’t encourage him.
Zipp: (sarcasm) Yes, dragon dad.
Hitch: Say what now?
Zipp: (awed) That is so tricked out.
Pipp: (gasps) You’d look so amazing in a suit like that, Zipp!
Zipp: You really think so?
Pipp: Mm-hmm~. It’s black on white, everypony would love it!
Sunny: I like how he’s trying to help Bruce despite knowing that he’s keeping secrets.
Izzy: He’s so dedicated to their friendship, I love it so much!
Me: Lucius was an old friend of Thomas, after all.
Me: Aw, yeah baby! My sweet ride!
Pipp: That thing? You can’t be serious. It’s so ugly looking!
Me: Well, to be fair it was most likely purposed for military use. Still, it’s one of the most famous iterations of the Batmobile.
Izzy: (sparkling) Batmobile?!
Sprout: (grumbling) He gets his own all-purpose machine?!
Me: Last I checked, you “Sprouty Smogger” didn’t pass basic safety inspection.
Hitch: Wait, seriously?
Me: Oh, yeah, it was in the papers and everything. The investigation’s still pending at this point. But anyway, yeah, Bruce is going to get his very own set of wheels.
Me: Are you sure about that?
Zipp: (smirking) He totally would.
Pipp: (gasps in fright).
Me: Yikes, Bruce, hit the breaks!
Me: (releived) Whew, that was close.
Me: (grinning like a child) Damn straight.
Haven: Of all colors, why must it be black?
Me: Why, to better hide in the shadows while striking fear in the hearts of criminals of coure.
Phyllis: (impressed) Practical and stylish at the same time.
Me: Hot damn.
Zipp: I’m loving this more and more.
Zipp: What’s he making now?
Me: The finishing touches of the costume.
Zipp: Yeah…you should probably wait until he’s finished testing out the stuff.
Izzy: So…this is it?
Sunny: Is this where Batman begins?
Izzy: Hey! You just name dropped.
Me: (chuckling) Yeah, that was quite funny, but to answer your question: yes. (darkly) Brace yourself, Gotham City, because the Batman…is coming. (shrugging) And the Power Ponies, I suppose.
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Back at Discord’s Theater
After being lassoed and hogtied by Stone Cold Steven Austin, Smolder and the greedy mobs who had been chasing her were forced to remain in their seats.
Smolder: (To Steven Austin) “You can’t do this to me! I have rights! And…I’ll see you in court for this!”
Garble: (Eyes glued to the 24/7 Championship Belt) “So close…yet so far…me precious…GOLD!!!” *Hiccup*
Stone Cold Steven Austin: (Slaps Garble’s face) “Not another episode of your gold fever. You understand?! If you disrupt the movie theater for all our other guests, one more time…” (Screams in a demonic tone) ”I WILL HAVE. YOUR. HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-DUH!!!”
Every dragons, griffons, and ponies who wanted the gold so badly, reluctantly complied.
The gold fevers: “Yes sir.”
Random Pony: (Whistles) “I could use one of those!”
Derpy: (To Random Pony) “Yeah! Me too, MDW!”
Gallus: “Say what now?”
Dr. Hooves: (To Gallus) “I believe he means it’s some kind of new protective bodysuit that’s durable and flexible.”
Ocellus: “Which is good.” (Turns to Dr. Hooves) “Right?”
Dr. Hooves: “Oh, I’d say so. But it could use some more development to fully live up to its potentials.”
Sassy Saddles: “Buttons and bobbins!” (Makes some notes with Coco Pommel, and Parfait) “We must make a new line of fabric for something as protective as that!”
Shining Armor: “HEY! My soldiers and I have given our lives 24/7 to defend our homes! If our lives aren’t worth a bit, or gold, or dime, or any currency, then we don’t have to fight your battles!”
Sandbar: (To Shining Armor) “Yeah! For the firemen!”
Bulk Biceps: ”YEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”
Gallus: (Sarcasm) “…Yeah. And I’ve been getting way too many paper cuts from doing homeworks, so I’d like to buy one of those…”
Random Pony: “He’s pondering what I’m pondering.”
Derpy: (To Random Pony) “But random pony! If he becomes the Muffin Man, then why is this Cinematic Adventure called Batman?"
Ember: “Looks like home to me and every other dragons.”
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Granny Smith: “If my heart isn’t as strong as a bull, I’d die of heart attack.”
Apple Bloom: (Season 4’s Pinkie Apple Pie flashback) “I never wanna relive that experience again!”
Big Mac: (Agreement) “Nope.”
Scootaloo: “Uh…the time when Rainbow Dash told us that scary stories and became my big sister? Or that time when we were attacked by Fly-ders?”
Sweetie Belle: (disgusted) “Ick! I hope she means the former. I still get the rash, just thinking about those bugs…”
Gilda: “Oh really? What have that away?”
Moon Dancer: (Writing down notes) "Fascinating!"
Princess Luna: "An impressive and admirable family lineage, if I do say so myself. I can confidently say that without a doubt in my mind, I feel a sort of kinship, already in the making with the Wayne family!"
The Audience: (Admiring the view) "WOW!"
Princess Luna: (Sighs) "Oh my children. I wish you could see this."
Phantom's Extra Cut
Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham, me and Carrie had just walked out of a costume store, with Carrie dressed in a...well, see for yourself.
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Carrie White: "Mr. Phantom! Are you sure I couldn't just wear something else? I look ridiculous!"
Me: "Nonsense. You look badass! Or should I say 'Kick-Ass?'" (I laughed at my own joke)
Carrie: "Are you seriously making jokes right now? Because forgive me for not getting the punchline!"
Me: "Oh, stop your worrying. This disguise will fool, even your own mom! And that says a lot from me, because..." (Experienced a slight PTSD flashback) "Like I said, even your mom won't recognize you."
Carrie: (Rolls her eyes) "Whatever...let's just hurry and get back with the others, or find Fluttershy, before something bad happens."
Carrie and I were on our way when...
Me: "Hey. I hear something!"
It was the sound of singing. It was coming from an alley. I took the first lead, with Carrie following me close behind. We both looked around the corner of a wall, surprised to see...a tea party.
Hosting the tea party is a little short man, wearing a very large oversized hat, holding a tea cup. The little man was singing a song, with an anthropomorphic rabbit. And not just any rabbit.
Me: (Whispered to myself) "Bugs Bunny?!"
From the looks of things, Bugs Bunny was singing a "Very Merry Unbirthday Song" with the little man, which goes like this.
A Very Merry Unbirthday – Disney's Alice in Wonderland
All: A very merry unbirthday to us, to us
A very merry unbirthday to us, to us
"March Hare": If there are no objections, let it be unanimous
Mad Hatter: Oh, a very merry unbirthday
"March Hare": A very merry unbirthday
All: A very merry unbirthday to us!
"March Hare": A very merry unbirthday to me!
Mad Hatter: To who?
"March Hare": To me!
Mad Hatter: Oh you!
"March Hare": A very merry unbirthday to you!
Mad Hatter: Who me?
"March Hare": Yes, you!
Mad Hatter: Oh, me!
"March Hare": Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea!
A very merry unbirthday to-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- you!
Suddenly, at a rotten timing, my communicator went off.
Me: (Looking down to see Hunter trying to call me) "No, no! NOT NOW!"
Unfortunately, this alerted both the Mad Hatter and Bugs Bunny the "March Hare."
The Mad Hatter and Bugs Bunny: (Running at us) "No, no! No! No room! No room! NO ROOM!"
Me: "Uh, sorry to bother you. We'll be on our way then."
The Mad Hatter soon took notice of Carrie, still in her Hit-Girl disguise, and quickly smiled.
The Mad Hatter: "Oh, Alice! You have come for tea, at last!" (To Bugs Bunny) "Calm down, now March Hare. We have a guests."
"March Hare": "Oh?" (Takes out a carrot and chews) "Eh, what's up, Doc?"
Me: (To Bugs Bunny) "Uh...Bugs Bunny. What are you doing in Gotham?"
"March Hare": "Bugs Bunny? Who is this, Bugs Bunny? I am the March Hare!"
Carrie White: (To me) "Uh..Mr. Phantom? What's going on?"
Me: (To Carrie) "I think they think you're Alice from Alice in Wonderland, and...apparently, we're invited for tea..."
Carrie: (To me) "What should we do?"
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Nothing good comes from that Mad Hatter! You're better off with the American McGee version!
Really good chapter! And great job to everyone doing the commentary as well!
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They are doing their part in their own way. A majority of which have proven to be rather enjoyable. Enough to give folks a good read while Mr. Enigma and I spend the next few days putting together the new chapter.
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Minuette: "Ooh! Alfred was a spy?" (To Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie Drops) "Hey, kinda like you, huh Sweetie Drops?"
Crazy Steve: "WHAAAAAAT?!!!" (His pants falls down)
The Audience: "TEN THOUSAND?!"
Eric Bischoff: (Looks at Crazy Steve's fallen pants, then back at the man, with a deadpan expression) "Look down."
Crazy Steve hastily picks up his pants.
Cheese Sandwich: "'Ey, it's no joke. My wife can really bake a bakery, and eat it all." (Sighs lovingly) "And I love her."
Starlight Glimmer: "Uh...excuse me, waiter?" (Calls for a Beta Commentator) "Can I get a glass of water?" (Receives her drink) "Thank you." (To Tempest Shadow) "Hey, Tempest? Heads up."
Tempest Shadow: (Knowing the same running gag she's been subjected to since Phantom-Dragon took over, Tempest puts on an umbrella hat) "Fire away..."
Starlight Glimmer: "Great." (Drinks her water, then does a spit-take on Tempest Shadow) "SAY WHAT, TWILIGHT?!!!"
Moon Dancer: (To Twilight) "Have you been hit on the head, too many times, Twilight?!"
Trixie: "As the new guidance counselor at Starlight's Friendship School, the Great and Powerful Trixie confirms...that's crazy talk."
Mudbriar: "Plus a brainwashed, corrupted, friend-turned-Sith, technically speaking."
The Audience: (To Mudbriar) "MUDBRIAR!!!"
Stellar Flare: "Oh, why, Sunset? Why daughter? Why have you forsaken us?"
Sunburst: (To Mudbriar) "Now look what you've done. You got my mom worked up again!"
Rain Shine: "And hopefully find my husband, before he gets into more trouble..."
Autumn Blaze: (To Rain Shine) "I'll say. And I thought he was a handful, after the Pet Detective Cinematic Adventure. We don't need him to be twice as looney than he was."
Big Mac: "Eeyup."
Thorax: "Well...you have been walking around in broad daylights in your human forms, so...you could still stick with that."
Thorax: "Exactly!"
Random pony: "Hmmm. I'm getting some really good ideas I've been wanting to try out."
Derpy Hooves: (To random pony) "Watcha thinking, MDW?"
Rumble: "I've got two words. Diet and exercise!"
Featherweight: (To Rumble) "Uh...not to be nitpicky, but isn't that three words?"
Rumble: (To Featherweight) "Shut up!"
Big Mac: "Nope!"
Phantom's Extra Cut
Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham City, formulating a way to escape, I, Phantom-Dragon, and Carrie White continued to have a tea party, with the Mad Hatter and the "March Hare" a.k.a. a mind-controlled Bugs Bunny.
Mad Hatter: (To Carrie White) "And now, my dear, Alice. Would you care for a spot of tea? You simply must have a spot of tea."
Carrie White: (To the Mad Hatter) "I'm...I'm not 'Alice.' But...thank you..." (Was about to drink her tea, when I stopped her)
Me: (Takes away Carrie's cup and spilled it) "Clean cup, clean cup! Move down, move down!"
"March Hare": (Singing) "Move down, move down, move doooown."
Carrie White: (Whispering to me) "What's going on?"
Me: (Whispering to Carrie) "Just trust me. The last thing you want is to take anything from this guy."
Mad Hatter: (To me) "You know, my good sir. It's rude to refuse a spot of tea when it's so generously offered to you."
"March Hare": "Eh, yes! A cup of tea! You must have a cup of tea!" (Pours a whole cup of tea from a tea pot)
Me: (To the Mad Hatter) "Uh...I don't drink tea...at least, not this time of...night."
Mad Hatter: (To me) "Your headwear...it's very...striking. Could you be so kind as to take it off? I wish to have a closer look."
Me: (To the Mad Hatter) "Uh...no thank you. I'd like to keep it on. In fact, me and Carrie need to get going now."
We tried to leave, but the Mad Hatter stopped us, with some mind-controlled goons, all wearing rabbit masks.
Mad Hatter: (To us, with a derange smile) "Oh, come now, my dears." (Carrie hides behind me, as I held my arms out protectively) "Alice, come out, don't pout, don't make shout, Alice, come out."
Carrie White: (To the Mad Hatter) "I am not Alice. My name is Carrie White! Carrie! White!"
Mad Hatter: (To Carrie) "Aw, poor sweet lost Alice. Oh, don't say you don't know me at all. Just have a nice cup of tea."
Carrie White: (To Mad Hatter) "Thank you for the offer, but..." (I shook my head at Carrie) "But I'm afraid I must decline."
"March Hare": (To us) "If you don't care for tea, then you must at least make polite conversation, Doc." (Sips his cup of tea)
Me: (To Bugs Bunny) "...Bugs Bunny. I'm really sorry, but..." (I held my hand out and blasted Bugs Bunny and several thugs down to the ground) "C'mon, Carrie! LET'S GO!!"
Mad Hatter: (Chases after us) "No, no, NO! Don't go! You simply cannot go without a cup of tea, y'know!"
"March Hare": (Rubs a bump on his head) "Of course you realize, this means war!"
Capper Dapperpaw: (Whistles) "Now that's dressin' n' style!" (His cat friends exchange agreements)
Moon Dancer: "Uh, if he's not interested. Can I borrow that book for a read?"
Shining Armor: "Now that's messed up!"
Capper Dapperpaw: (To Shining Armor) "That's the harsh reality of life for ya, captain. I should know. I worked for a crime lord, back in Klugetown. It was not a pleasant experience. In fact, I highly recommend not doing business with any criminal masterminds."
Capper Dapperpaw: "Yeah, as much as we cats pride on our innate ability to always land on our feet. I...wouldn't take my chances from a drop that high."
Lightning Dust: (To Capper) "What are ya? A scaredy cat?"
Starlight Glimmer: "Wait a minute, no Bruce–DON'T–!"
Audience: *GASPS*
Capper Dapperpaw: (Scared) "AGH!"
Soarin: "Oooh, that's gonna leave a mark. Or two."
Big Mac: "Eeyup..."
Lightning Dust: (Smiles proudly) "But the important thing was...he did it!"
Phantom's Extra Cut
At that very moment, me and Carrie happened to be running for our lives, down on the streets, which Jim Gordon took notice.
Jim Gordon: "What in the world?"
Me: (To Carrie as we run for our lives) "Come on, Carrie! KEEP RUNNING!"
Carrie: (To me) "I'm...running...as...fast as I...can!"
Not too far behind, the Mad Hatter and the "March Hare" continued to chase us.
"March Hare": "We insist! You must join us for a cup of tea!"
One of the officers beside Gordon: (Whistles) "We've got some straight up freaks comin' through this place!"
Ember: "Hmmm. Color me impressed. Silent, yet very intimidating. Nice job there, Twilight...Twinkle?" (To Thorax) "Is that her name?"
Thorax: (To Ember) "You're not even close. Twilight doesn't talk like that!"
Pharynx: (To Ember) "Anyone with an IQ below average can tell that's Rainbow Dash on the spot!"
Ember: (To Pharynx) "HEY, WATCH IT, BUG!" (Exchanged electricity between eyes)
The Audience: "WHOA!"
Granny Smith: (Holds a hoof over her heart) "Oh my kicker!"
Grubber: "What was that?!" (Rings his bell) "Also...can I get a new cup of lemonade, please?"
Night Light: (Outraged) "Someone tried to shoot my daughter? MY DAUGHTER?!!"
Bow Hothoof: (Equally outraged) "AND MY DAUGHTER!!!"
Big Mac: (Equally outraged) "YUP!"
Phantom's Extra Cut
Both me and Carrie were hiding behind a hall to catch our breaths, after we managed to ditch the Mad Hatter and the "March Hare."
Me: "I think we lost them..."
Carrie White: (To me) "Still...who was that?"
Me: (To Carrie) "That's Jervis Tetch a.k.a. the Mad Hatter! He's a gifted neuroscientist-turned-deluded hypnotist maniac. He actually thinks he's the Mad Hatter from the story Alice in Wonderland. And judging from the way he's looking at you, he thinks you're the Alice!"
Carrie White: (To me) "Oh dear Faust. What is he going to do to me?"
Me: (To Carrie) "Later, once we're safe. Right now, we're gonna have to cut your visit with Fluttershy short. We have to get back to the hideout!"
*BOOM*
Me: "AH!"
Carrie White: "MR. PHANTOM!"
A bullet was shot at us. The shooter jumped out from the shadows, revealing themselves to be none other than the imps, and the hellhound, who have been hunting us down since the beginning.
Blitzo: "ALRIGHT, YOU!" (Points his gun at me) "This is has gone long ENOUGH! WHERE IS THE GIRL?!!"
Me: (To Blitzo) "Girl? What...?" (I realized that Blitzo doesn't recognize Carrie, because she's still wearing the Hit-Girl costume I told her to wear. I decided then to play dumbI) "What girl?"
Loona: (To me) "ENOUGH WITH THE CAT AND MOUSE C*@< TALK D!¢ HEAD!" (Proceeds to lift me off the ground, with her claws choking me) "I'm gonna ask this once! Tell us where the girl is AND I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE I EAT YOU!"
Blitzo: (To Loona) "Uh, Looney? Sweetie, uh...don't you mean 'or'?"
Loona: (Grunts in irritation) "Tell us where the girl is OR I'll kill you before I eat you..."
Me: (To Loona) "Uh...which is it? That's a pretty crucial conjunction."
Loona: "OH! THAT'S IT!" (Was about to pound me to a pulp)
Carrie White: "NO!" (Her telekinesis kicks in and pulls me out of Loona's grips) "Leave us alone!"
Loona: (Looks at Carrie) "Wait a minute..." (Sniffs the air and looks to see Carrie beneath her costume)
Moxxie: (To Blitzo) "Uh, sir? Maybe I should try to reason with them and try to make them understand?"
Blitzo: (To Moxxie) "Oh go and F^¢< your wife somewhere, baby weiner haver! And sign a gym membership while you're at it!" (To me) "Tell us where the girl is RIGHT NOW! Or my daughter will make your last seconds slow and painful!"
Me: (To Blitzo) "You can do whatever you want...with...me...Wait a minute? Daughter? You're a family man?"
Blitzo: (To me) "Well, yeah? Surprise? Us imps got loved ones too, y'know."
Loona: (Points at Blitzo) "I don't love him."
Blitzo: (To Loona) "Loona! Not in front of our targets dear! Well, specifically, one of our target's bodyguard!"
Loona: (To Blitzo) "Can we JUST SHOOT THEM so we can go home already?!"
Blitzo: (To Loona) "Don't get too excited, dear. Daddy will take care of this, post haste. Then we can go home and do some quality father and daughter bonding moments."
Loona: (To Blitzo) "AND STOP WITH THE DADDY-DAUGHTER TALK SHIT!"
Me: (To Loona) "You're his daughter? Huh, not much of a family resemblance. No offense."
Loona: (To me) "It's an adopted relationship. AND I WAS ALMOST 18!"
Blitzo: (To Loona) "It still counts!"
Loona: (To me) "IT SHOULDN'T!"
Moxxie: (To Loona and Blitzo) "Uh, guys?"
Blitzo: (To Loona) "Looney. We're not having this talk again. Whether you like it or not, you are legally my daughter! In MY FAMILY BUSINESS! AND YOU WILL DO EXACTLY AS I SAY! END OF STORY!"
Moxxie: (To Loona and Blitzo) "Guys?"
Loona: (To Blitzo) "THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST DISOWN ME ALREADY?!"
Blitzo: (To Loona) "I LOVE YOU! WHY DO YOU HATE ME FOR THAT?!"
Moxxie: (To Loona and Blitzo) "GUYS!!!"
Loona and Blitzo: (To Moxxie) "WHAT?!" (Moxxie simply pointed to show me and Carrie simply walking away)
Unfortunately, we didn't get very far, when Millie stopped us.
Millie: "Leaving so soon?"
Blitzo: "Trying to give us the slip again, eh?" (Clicks his gun) "I'll give you ten seconds to tell us where the girl is! Ten, nine, eight, seven–"
Mad Hatter: "Oh Alice! There you are!"
We all turned to see the Mad Hatter and the "March Hare" approaching us.
Loona: (Annoyed) "Ugh...now what?"
Me: (To myself) "This extra cut just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?"
Blitzo: (Looks at the Mad Hatter) "Who is this mother f-er?"
Carrie White: (To Blitzo) "He's called the Mad Hatter."
Blitzo: (To Carrie, without realizing that it's her) "Ok. And who's the piece of $4!+ in the big hat?"
Carrie: (To Blitzo) "....the Mad Hatter...?"
Blitzo: "Oh...Then I'll just call them Tweedle-D!¢≤ and Tweedle-DUMB@$$!"
Mad Hatter: (To Blitzo) "Who are you so rudely to point your gun at Alice?"
An idea quickly came to me. I wonder if I could take advantage of the Mad Hatter's bizarre obsession.
Me: (To the Mad Hatter) "These guys are the Queen's Guards!" (I.M.P. looked at me with WTF? expressions) "They want to chop our heads off! Save us, Mad Hatter!"
Moxxie: "What? Queen? Guards? We're not–"
Mad Hatter: "Oh dear me! And poor sweet Alice hasn't even gotten her cup of tea! This simply will not do!"
Loona: "Who the f-ing cares about this Alice? We just want to shoot one girl, and then we can all go home. Tex's got a hellhound party going on and I can't miss–" (Loona gets bopped on the head) "OW!"
"March Hare": (Holds a mallet) "SHUT UP, DOGGY!!!"
Blitzo: (To Bugs Bunny) "HEY! NO ONE DOES THAT TO MY DAUGHTER!!!" (Lunges at the March Hare and tussles out with each other, with Loona joining in)
Loona: (To Bugs Bunny) "YOU'RE A DEAD RABBIT, RABBIT!"
Even though he's mind-controlled, Bugs Bunny-turned-March Hare is as slippery and fast as ever. He was dodging Blitzo and Loona's attacks, left and right. But not for long. At one point, Blitzo scored a hit on Bugs Bunny, punching the rabbit on the nose, and kicked him into a wall.
"March Hare": (To Blitzo) "Oh no you didn't!"
Loona lunged at Bugs Bunny, who quickly painted a giant safe box to appear out of thin-air. Loona ended up crashing her face into the box. Bugs Bunny then takes his mallet to wack the safe box away.
*Explosion SFX*
Random Civilian: "MY CAR!"
Blitzo proceeded to shoot his gun at Bugs Bunny, who swung a baseball bat, hitting the bullet like a baseball, and sent it flying somewhere.
In the meantime, me and Carrie were trying to escape, unnoticed, but we were cornered by the Mad Hatter, Moxxie, and Millie.
Me: (Held out my hands) "Stand back! I'm warning you! I have a flamethrower and I will–"
*Superhero fanfare*
Discord: "Never fear! For I, the talented, courageous, suave, magnificent, spectacular, friendly neighbor, and absolutely handsome Master of Chaos, Captain Good Guy, am here to save YOUUUUUU!!!!"
Me: "Ugh...you've got to be kidding me..." (Carrie also shares my deadpan expression as she facepalms herself)
Discord, being the klutzy draconequus superhero wannabe that he is, tries to swing down from the building, like Tarzan, or George.
Discord: "AAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" (Misses the imps and the Mad Hatter entirely) "Yaaaaaaa-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!"
Us (including the Mad Hatter and I.M.P): "WATCH OUT FOR THAT–"
*Cartoon Crash SFX*
Discord: (Falls to the ground) "OH! My Disney! Mr. E, RIGHT in MY little bronies!"
In the meantime, I pressed a button on my communicator, calling for HunterBrony and shadowshion's help.
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Ok. I admit. Today, I was having too much fun with this. The last section will come tomorrow.
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Me: *Answers* Phantom! Where the hell are you?! I've been trying to reach you for an hour!
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Diamond Tiara: “My mom and dad used to say the same thing.” (Looks down sadly) “Too bad it’s never going to happen now.”
Captain Celaeno: “I’m no penguin. But I smell something rotten in Denmark.”
Cheese Sandwich: “Hey, don’t go dissing on clowns like that! I’m the king of comedy! And my son is my clown prince!”
Big Mac: “Eeyup.”
Big Mac: “Yup.”
Big Mac: “Yup.”
Grubber: “ARGH!” (To Big Mac) “Do you have anything else to comment, instead of just ‘yup’?”
Big Mac: (To Garble) “Ee…yup.”
Big Mac: “Nope.”
Princess Luna: “That Earle is up to something. But it appears that Bruce Wayne is already onto his bluffs.” (Turns to General Supernova) “Wouldn’t you agree, General?”
Princess Celestia: “Still…I wonder what that scoundrel is up to?”
Capper Dapperpaw: “For shame, for shame. Cheating on your own wife with another woman? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. It ain’t good form y’know.”
Random Dude: “I’ll say. That’s like saying Gaden Marek dumping Juno Eclipse in favor of Sunset Shimmer, or an owl Goetia prince cheating on his wife with an imp, or Rarity secretly having an affair with Spike behind Eric and Gabby’s back.”
(Eric’s reaction.)
Gabby: (To Random Dude) “Excuse me?!”
Random Dude: “Hypothetically speaking. Hypothetical.”
Other Random Dude: (Drunk) “Yeah. What the hell, Mr. E? Why would you write my favorite Equestria Girl off the story like that? Why? You broke an official couple, and broke my heart! YOU BROKE MY HEART!!!” *Hiccup*
Button Mash: (Also drunk, to the random dudes) “If you got something you want to say to the big man, you should just say it.”
Random Dude: “He sunk our ship, man. It’s a bummer man! I don’t even know why I’m even bothering man! I used to ship Galen Marek with Juno Eclipse hard, man! Next thing I knew, Disney went and sunk the ship. Mr. E took my friend’s favorite Equestria Girl waifu away, and now I’m having an existentialist crisis! What the ffffff-fudge man?!”
Button Mash: (To Random Dude) “Listen, random guy.”
Random Dude: (To Button Mash) “Random Dude.”
Button Mash: (To Random Dude) “Shut up. It’s not fair! Life isn’t fair. Y’know, I used to be a big time Internet star. But noooooo. Hasbro and YouTube had to pull a plug on my career. And I got existential crisis big time man. But that’s why you gotta move on, and adapt to changes.”
Random Dude: (To Button Mash) “Yeah. Thanks man. It’s comforting to know that there’s someone else I can talk to who knows where I’m coming from. I guess it’s the beer talking.”
Button Mash: (To Random Dude) “Yeah. Me too.” (Sips his box of apple juice)
Other Random Dude: (To Button Mash) “Uh…aren’t you drinking apple juice?”
Button Mash: (To Other Random Dude) “YOU. Shut up…” (Falls to the floor and hurts himself, and cries) “Eeeeees-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! MOMMY!!!”
Eric Bischoff: (Sighs) “Why do I always get the nuts?”
Sassy Saddles: “Fascinating!” (Scribbles down on her notepad) “I must refer to this to Rarity when she gets back!”
Coco Pommel: (To Sassy) “I concur!”
Kerfluffle: “My thoughts exactly, don’t cha know?”
(Not too far away, Inky Rose, Lily Lace, and Starstreak were also taking notes on such inspirations, with which they hope to run by with cheerful9.)
Scootaloo: (Flapping her wings) “Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!”
Random pony: “I know what I’m in the market for with that baby!”
Derpy: (To random pony) “What kind of market, MDW?”
Quibble Pants: “Yeah, well easier said than done. Because a superhero’s golden rule is: Never reveal your secret identity.”
Pipsqueak: (To Quibble Pants) “What’s the point of being a hero if you can’t be honest about it?”
Quibble Pants: (To Pipsqueak) “Regular heroes, like police officers, or royal guards, it’s okay. But superheroes, including vigilantes, it’s a different story. Every heroes’ loved ones are the bad guys’d favorite targets.”
Gilda: “I think I’m in love!”
Lightning Dust: “Same!”
Tempest Shadow: “Lucky guy…”
Random Pony: “Aw, where does he get one of those? I WANT ONE OF THOSE!”
Princess Luna: “I don’t suppose he has two more of those, does he?”
(Storm Shield misses his Speeder, back on Tatooine.)
Fleur de Lis: “Ooh la la!”
Random pony: “Where have you been all my life?” (To Derpy) “Don’t answer.”
The Audience: “DAAAAAAAANNNNGG!!!”
Shining Armor: “I should probably order some for the guards!”
Random Pony: “You got that right buddy!”
Pharynx: “Dang man! You almost killed Spike!”
Random pony: “But it worked!”
Big Mac: “Eeyup!”