Four Fools Press: batman

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Brought to you by Four Fools Press: “Crazy Good Stories”

“Watch this witch watch which watches
which witch watching
the path with tick tock clocking.
Further back, further ahead.

Wondering wonders as
we wandering men wonder
which witch watch
will leave the bat dead?”

- Joker

The blinding blue-white light faded, leaving its all-to-familiar effects behind: nausea, wildly flying spots before his eyes, vertigo, and so on. He grimaced and shrugged them off--barely. Even in his peak physical and mental condition, Bruce could barely keep himself moving; these time jumps were like a kick in the head from a war horse! He had to wonder if these effects were merely a result of the time travel or a sinister side effect of Joker's little gadget. Regardless, the effects of the temporal distortion faded quickly.

“Now,” he stated aloud to no one, “WHEN am I?”

A quick look around told him what he needed to know.

Not Gotham!

Bruce sighed. He was getting tired of chasing the Joker through time. Not that he had much of a choice. The first jump had caught him by surprise and snatched him up, along for the ride back to the age of dinosaurs. When he came to, the Joker was running around stomping on bugs and pulling wings off butterflies. Bruce rolled his eyes. He couldn't allow the Joker to alter history, but in the process he also couldn't rid himself of the irritant or allow him to get killed in his mad cap dance across time. If he died, Bruce would be stuck in whatever time they were in.

“Where’s Kent when ya need him?” Bruce scoffed as he followed a path of bent grass that led to the top of a nearby hill. “This non-violent adventure crap is much more his style.” From the top of the rise, Bruce paused as he looked around. “Well, that answers that,” he stated flatly.

At the base of the hill lay a sprawling village that nestled up against a tall, towering castle. He could see a number of wagons and carts massing in the fields outside the village. It appeared to be the start of some sort of festival. A big one at that. Bruce looked down at his attire. Oddly enough, his Batman outfit felt almost right at home here.

“Please tell me this is not Camelot,” he growled to himself as he started toward the village. The worn path in the tall grass told him someone had come through here recently. A wingless butterfly told him who.

Bruce stepped out onto the open cobble stone path. A few villagers took brief notice of the black armored knight but returned back to what they were doing quick enough.

“Damn!” he mumbled under his breath as he turned up the road leading toward the festivities. The Dark Knight stepped aside as a wagon spilling over with people rumbled by. “There are times I really hate my life.”

The rickety-wheeled transport full of loudly dressed court jesters passed under a garish sign that was stretched high in the air across the road:

“WELCOME TO THE FEAST OF FOOLS”

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12-4-14 Writing Warm-up

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12-4-14 Writing Warm-up

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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

11-26-14 Writing Warm-up

Brought to you by Four Fools Press: “Crazy Good Stories”

Once upon a time, there were two brothers. One brother, named Juggernaut, was far larger, and stronger than the other, and he had a penchant for getting terribly angry. The younger brother, named Batman, was far faster, and smarter than the other, and he had a penchant for getting terribly even.

As it happens, one day these two fellows fell into a dispute about who should clean their cave...er...room. Juggernaut, who was rarely in the cave...er...room, thought that Batman should clean it.

"After all, it's him who's most often in it!" he bellowed. "It's him it's named after!" he cried.

Batman simply stood and scowled, saying nothing. However, Batman felt that it should be Juggernaut that cleaned the cave, as it was Juggernaut that made the most messes. Everyone knew that Juggernaut was slovenly and careless and loved wrecking things. It was simply logical that Juggernaut should clean up his own fowl, accursed mess.

Besides, Batman felt that he had more important things to do--like avenging parents that Juggernaut completely ignored.

So, a fight occurred. It was a titanic struggle, with the stronger and the larger Juggernaut pitting his titanic might against the smaller, the quicker, and the smarter Batman. Titanic though it was, it ended fairly quickly...

...And Juggernaut had to clean the CAVE.

However, Batman took them both to see The Avengers at the Drive-Thru in his new, convertible Batmobile, so in the end, it wound up being about even.

And they both lived happily ever after.

...

..

.

Well, except for Batman. He wasn't exactly happy...

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