Fic:The Three Ghost of Crime Alley
Author: Makeitrednblack
Word Count: 373
A/N: For the Halloween challenge(I'm on time!)
Prompts: A bunch of them...
Rating: Pg
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Everyone knew that three ghosts lived in Crime Alley. One of Dr. Thomas Wayne, a surgeon, a husband, practically royalty, and a father. One of Mrs. Martha Wayne, a kind woman, a wife, practically royalty, and a mother. The final one being the Wayne's one and only child, Bruce Thomas Wayne, a second-grader, a genius in all accounts, practically royalty, and a fan of Zorro.
Everyone also knew that Bruce Wayne had never moved on, still caught in limbo, confused and mad. They all knew that Bruce Wayne came out at nights screaming for help, crying in pain and loss. Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne, a second-grader, a genius in all accounts, practically royalty, and a fan, was a vengeful child- dealing with injustice that came anywhere near crime alley on the night that the veil between the dead and the living was the thinnest.
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Superman touched down in crime alley a quarter till midnight, his bright red cape clashing with the dancing shadows of crime alley, his neon blue eyes glowed brighter than before. Scanning the alley for the person or people responsible for the racket that he heard a mere second before. His eyes landed on a small boy, about eight, standing there clutching a long trench coat that obviously wasn't his. Barely blinking, Superman knelt to the boy's height.ent )
“Where you the one making all that racket?” The boy nodded.
“Why?” The boy looked up at Superman with serious eyes and said. “It scares the bad-people away”
“Where are your parents” The boy flinched at Superman's question.
“They're dead, I don't know who kill them either. Will you help me? I gotta find the man who killed them! So, he doesn't kill another person again!”
“I'll find him for you,” Clark whispered and the boy gave a blindly bright smile and disappeared.
Word Count: 373
A/N: For the Halloween challenge(I'm on time!)
Prompts: A bunch of them...
Rating: Pg
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Everyone knew that three ghosts lived in Crime Alley. One of Dr. Thomas Wayne, a surgeon, a husband, practically royalty, and a father. One of Mrs. Martha Wayne, a kind woman, a wife, practically royalty, and a mother. The final one being the Wayne's one and only child, Bruce Thomas Wayne, a second-grader, a genius in all accounts, practically royalty, and a fan of Zorro.
Everyone also knew that Bruce Wayne had never moved on, still caught in limbo, confused and mad. They all knew that Bruce Wayne came out at nights screaming for help, crying in pain and loss. Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne, a second-grader, a genius in all accounts, practically royalty, and a fan, was a vengeful child- dealing with injustice that came anywhere near crime alley on the night that the veil between the dead and the living was the thinnest.
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Superman touched down in crime alley a quarter till midnight, his bright red cape clashing with the dancing shadows of crime alley, his neon blue eyes glowed brighter than before. Scanning the alley for the person or people responsible for the racket that he heard a mere second before. His eyes landed on a small boy, about eight, standing there clutching a long trench coat that obviously wasn't his. Barely blinking, Superman knelt to the boy's height.ent )
“Where you the one making all that racket?” The boy nodded.
“Why?” The boy looked up at Superman with serious eyes and said. “It scares the bad-people away”
“Where are your parents” The boy flinched at Superman's question.
“They're dead, I don't know who kill them either. Will you help me? I gotta find the man who killed them! So, he doesn't kill another person again!”
“I'll find him for you,” Clark whispered and the boy gave a blindly bright smile and disappeared.