Post by Jakazul on Sept 5, 2003 19:43:28 GMT -5
Bruce Wayne, now well rested, shaved and, in comparison to a few days ago, unworried, stepped off the plane and down the ramp. (See Who is Dick Grayson)
His baggage was waiting for him already as Alfred drove up in the limo, secretly the Batmobile, which had also been flown there on a seperate pane in a seperate airline.
You could never be too carefull after all.
He got into the car and Alfred closed the door, getting into the drivers seat.
He started the car and they began to move from the landing strip.
The last of the passengers stepped off behind them in a heavy overcoat, strange for a summer afternoon and pulled something from his pocket.
Bruce watched him in the mirror for a second.
"SPEED UP IT'S A BO...!"
Before the words were out of his mouth the car was sent flying, the tires skidding, trying to turn slower than the car was being forced away from the force of the sudden explosion.
Another blast was hear in the distance as the west wing of the airport was suddenly a flaming crater.
People sreamed behind them, the car now on it's side, rolling to a stop on the roof where the suitcases toppled passed Bruce's face, slamming into his jaw and knocking his head against the seat and the roof.
The man in the overcoat pressed the button again and threw the remote detinator as far as he could, at the same time turning and making a mad dash.
The remote exploded in mid air with a huge impact, scorching the ground and knocking people backwards.
The man leapt and continued, now running across the bottome of the upturned batmobile.
He stopped for a second as his coat snagged against the exhaust pipe.
He struggled for a moment, then tore loose and continued to run, leaving his coat behind.
Bruce slammed the door open and rolled out, standing and running after the man.
The man turned for a second, holding a small cylinder in his hand like a laser pointer.
He pressed it and a cloud of fire shot out, clouding Bruce's vision.
The man was gone.
His baggage was waiting for him already as Alfred drove up in the limo, secretly the Batmobile, which had also been flown there on a seperate pane in a seperate airline.
You could never be too carefull after all.
He got into the car and Alfred closed the door, getting into the drivers seat.
He started the car and they began to move from the landing strip.
The last of the passengers stepped off behind them in a heavy overcoat, strange for a summer afternoon and pulled something from his pocket.
Bruce watched him in the mirror for a second.
"SPEED UP IT'S A BO...!"
Before the words were out of his mouth the car was sent flying, the tires skidding, trying to turn slower than the car was being forced away from the force of the sudden explosion.
Another blast was hear in the distance as the west wing of the airport was suddenly a flaming crater.
People sreamed behind them, the car now on it's side, rolling to a stop on the roof where the suitcases toppled passed Bruce's face, slamming into his jaw and knocking his head against the seat and the roof.
The man in the overcoat pressed the button again and threw the remote detinator as far as he could, at the same time turning and making a mad dash.
The remote exploded in mid air with a huge impact, scorching the ground and knocking people backwards.
The man leapt and continued, now running across the bottome of the upturned batmobile.
He stopped for a second as his coat snagged against the exhaust pipe.
He struggled for a moment, then tore loose and continued to run, leaving his coat behind.
Bruce slammed the door open and rolled out, standing and running after the man.
The man turned for a second, holding a small cylinder in his hand like a laser pointer.
He pressed it and a cloud of fire shot out, clouding Bruce's vision.
The man was gone.
