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[gothamself-ship]

BatFam 2- Justice League

A few months passed before Seph was finally released from the hospital. After a lot of physical therapy he regained the strength had lost from his injuries. He did not really know what to do with the information he had. He could not rat out the dark knight for two reasons. He believed that the identity was kept for a reason and Batman is probably scarier than anything he could think of.

He walked from the hospital to the hall of justice the moment he was released.  With the superheroes help the area was nearly fully reconstructed. It was as if the battle had never happened and maybe facing off against the Joker was just a nightmare. He chuckled knowing that it was a ridiculous thought, but it was nice to think maybe he had helped.

He walked through the front door of the Hall of justice letting his eyes roam and hopefully not show how anxious he was to be there.  He walked to the front desk taking a deep breath to calm himself. “ I need to speak to Batman please” He said. The lady sitting behind the desk looked up at him “you and every other fan boy…what is it pertaining to?” She answered.

“ummm…I… Well you see… give me one moment” he said turning away rubbing his temples. What was he thinking just walking in and demanding to see Batman? He can’t just blurt out that he knows their secret identities. He stood there thinking for a moment ‘what would Batman do?”

He turned back over with a smile and leaned onto the desk making sure to be nice and clear. “Tell him I have some information on Robin’s car accident 8 months ago” He said  with a grin on his face confident that it would work. Before the front desk woman could answer a buzz came from her phone. She picked up and stood up looking at Seph whose cocky smile was now harder to keep. What if the justice league was the type to make you disappear if you learn their secrets?

“Right this way young man” She said leading him through a pair of double doors. They sat him down in a room with an obvious one way mirror. He could not believe he was going to meet Batman face to face or maybe that was the last face he would ever see.

The door opened and his entire body went ridged. They had barely given him any time to make himself comfortable. He could hear someone had walked him, but to his slight disappointment it was robin who sat across from him. “Have we met?” Robin started with.

Seph could not think straight even if it was robin it was a hero acknowledging his existence and he was nervous. He could not help but shake a bit and stayed quiet not able to speak. This was suddenly harder than walking out against a room full of thugs. If robin was here then who was watching behind the window.

Robin stood up leaning forward confused at how the young man was acting. He poked at Seph who jumped before suddenly letting it all out “ You are Dick Grayson, Batman is Bruce Wayne and I suspect Superman is the reporter Clark Kent”

Robin was frozen in place with his jaw hanging down. He had not expected all of that. Seph was frozen in place pointing a finger at him with a face that one could clearly tell he was internally screaming. “How?” Robin asked.

Seph finally took a deep breath calming him enough to speak “When the Hall of Justice was attacked I was the one you recued from those thugs. I had passed out, but when you came to Joker had unmasked you. When the news ran the story that you had a car accident I recognized you from the picture and from there connected the dots. Bruce Wayne is your adopted father and he is the right height and build to be Batman.”

“What about Superman?” Robin asked curiously

“Clark is often seen around Bruce Wayne and once you really look past the glasses it is kind of obvious that he is Superman and it would make sense to become a reporter since it lets you get the news first and you can save people much faster” He answered.

The door opened before Robin could get another word in. Batman and Superman walked in with Martian Manhunter. “please don’t kill me” Seph blurted again internally screaming. The three looked at each other “So what do we do?” Superman asked with a worried look on his face.

Batman turned to the Martian “we could wipe his memory” he said bluntly, but Superman raised his hand in disapproval. Seph once again took a deep breath feeling a bit daring. What could he possibly lose at this point “You could always offer me a job?” He said giving the three men and Robin a thumbs up while screaming internally.

[gothamself-ship]

BatFam 1- Close Encounter of the Joker Kind

Incident 1

Seph was never a regular boy growing up. He lived in an era of heroes and villains. Every time the news came on at his home it was either Superman had saved a city or a mysterious man in Gotham was stringing up criminals and leaving them for the police. His heroes had showed him a way of life that he could not deny. He knew inaction was just as evil as murder.

As time passed the world of superheroes became more accessible with the justice league being formed and the Hall of Justice being built near his hometown. He would often travel and stare the halls watching the heroes as they would fly by. He often wondered about a life of crime fighting, but in the end he was just human with no exceptional skills other than what little martial arts he learned in the movies and a workout routine that kept his cholesterol down. He was often spotted by the heroes who had grown accustomed to seeing him there wearing a black shier with a red superman s on it, His black military boots which had his black jeans tucked in, and his signature white open vest with the hoodie.

One day there was an explosion in the hall of justice, which knocked Seph away. Once he started to regain consciousness chaos was all around him. The Legion of Doom was attacking the justice league and he was now in the middle of the battlefield.

Everywhere he looked all he could see was a hero battling a villain. He dragged himself to his feet taking a deep breath. His body felt heavy and sore from the initial blast. He leaned against a flipped over police cruiser that was empty, but the radio still worked.  Between the static and the white noise there was a report coming in “We have word that some of the staff in the Hallf of Justice Museum is hiding in one of the rooms. They said there were armed men roaming around before the call cut off. Any available units respond your status”

Seph waited, but there was no response.  As he looked around he knew that anyone who heard that message was either  dead or struggling  against the attack.  He took another deep breath taking another look around hoping some other hero was around, but they were all locked in battle. ‘at least if I die it won’t be standing here watching’ He thought to himself pushing through the pain throughout his body.

He picked up a nearby pipe and started to make his way to the museum part of the hall. He had roamed around this place his whole life so he knew the layout well. Some walls had fallen and other rooms were covered in flames. The only place he could think of that  they could be would be the staff room.

He made his way around making sure to peek around corners and it is a good thing he did. As he turned the corner to the main hall near the staff room the thugs had already made it there. There were eight men gathered around the door while the other two were shoulder blocking the door trying to knock it down. The staff calling for helps inside made Seph’s heart race.

The men were all taller than him and seemingly stronger. Only two that he could see had guns on them while the others had bats and one carried a chain with him. They wore black pants and white shirts. These guys were different than the common thugs in the street though, these men wore clown make up.

Seph knew who these men worked for and it terrified him. He leaned his back on the wall and held up the pipe to his forehead closing his eyes. He took a deep breath keeping in mind that he was the only one here. No one else had come and those mean would break through that door before anyone would get here.

He took a peek around the corner again and made his move using  the fallen debris to cover him as he got closer. The only chance he had was to take out the gunmen first. He gripped the pipe tightly before jumping out behind the first man clocking him in the back of the head as hard as his smaller frame could muster.

With the element of surprise on his side he swing again hitting the second gunman on the knee and then one more upward swing to the jaw. Just like that his moment was gone and his heart sank as the rest of the men turned to him. He held his ground trying to calm his shaking knees. If he was to die then it would be standing at least.

He swung at one of the thugs, but another cracked him on the back of his shoulder with a bat. Seph dropped to one knee taking a breath from the pain. One of the other men kicked towards him but was met by the pipe to the knee. He stood up once again blocking another bat swing with the pipe, but again the numbers were too much as another man tackled him down.

“you should pick on someone your own size” Came a voice as  Robin swung in kicking the man that was on top of him. Seph was now flat on his back beaten, but was able to watch as the boy wonder was taking them down. He soon lost consciousness during the fight.

A booming sound woke him once again, but just like before all he could see around him was chaos. He sat up taking a sharp breath and almost crying out as the pain shot from his back and arm. Something was broken or dislocated and he knew it. He heard a nearby maniacal laughter that distracted him from his own pain. He looked up to see the Joker standing over Robin  who had fallen unconscious beaten, bruised and unmasked.

Seph grabbed the pipe and threw it at the joker. The pipe it its make causing blood to flow down the joker’s face who did not seem very pleased.  “that wasn’t funny” He said in a deep tone looking over in the young man’s direction. Seph had stood up again with his left arm hanging down broken and useless. His white hood was pulled over his head as his good hand closed into a fist. “Yeah well the Joke is on you,” he said falling once again.

The Joker seemingly confused turned around only to catch a fist from Batman to the face. Seph had distracted the joker just long enough for the dark knight to come to the rescue of his young ward and himself.

Seph woke up once again, but this time the pain was not so bad and he felt pretty comfy. He was in the hospital connected to an IV and he was covered in bandages. The cast on his arm was itchy and no one had come to visit. His family did not even know that he was involved.

There had been news coverage of the attack, but that was not what caught Seph’s attentions. Another report claiming that Bruce Waynes adopted son Dick Grayson had been involved in a car accident showed a picture that he recognized. Robing beaten and unmasked had the same face as Dick Grayson, which could only mean one thing. ‘Bruce Wayne is Batman…oh shit’ He thought.