The Iron Justice

Meeting The Caped Crusader

I spent a week. A full week getting yelled at by my parents about me going out in a suit of armor and recklessly fighting crime. That was mostly my mom yelling at me than my dad. While he was angry, he was fascinated by my designs. You know how they figured it out? Because they suddenly woke up an hour after I left the mansion and decided to check up on me. Two of the smartest people in the world, who work 25 hour work days, decided to wake up after an hour of sleeping to check up on me. Their son. My mom even bypassed the lock I had in the basement, which was intricately made by the way, to make sure.

I don't know if I should be annoyed or glad that they are the type of people willing to sacrifice their sleep to check on me. Didn't expect that to happen and now they know my secret. You have no idea how hard it was to explain my reasonings to becoming Iron Man. Dear Lord, it took several weeks to even get my mom to listen to my arguments.

Eventually, they did listen and they appreciated that I helped people that night. So they, with great reluctance, allowed me to keep being Iron Man but they made me promise that I always come home safely. I know it's not a promise I should make but I don't want to hurt them. So I've been going out on patrol with little worry since and building new suits. Word was already out that a new hero has emerged in Gotham. Seems I'm getting mixed reviews, as expected. I also learned from Friday that I was able to get all of the information I wanted from the Batcomputer.

It's only a matter of time before Batman realized his computer was hacked. If not already. I've noticed that Batman has been keeping tabs on me whenever I went out. He has probably been doing that ever since he met me. At some point or another, he will reach out to me. But let's put that aside as I am currently in recess at school and I'm reading a book while everyone else is playing around.

I'm really irritated that I'm not skipping ahead in classes. I could be in high school right now instead of fourth grade but Friday and my parents insisted that I enjoy childhood. Guess they are not wrong but I don't really have any friends here. I'm friendly with everyone and they reciprocate but I don't consider them friends. I'm used to being alone. Then I hear a commotion in the corner of my eye. Some bullies are harassing an African American boy that they pushed to the ground. I hate bullies and so I was about to intervene until...

"Leave him alone" a girl with short black hair said to the bullies

They laughed at her.

"Look who it is, it's the military freak" bully one said

"Why don't you just get lost" bully two added

"Or else we'll pummel you too" bully three finished

My God, this is so cliché it's not even funny.

"Stop being mean or else I'll tell" the girl said with conviction.

This made them laugh again

"You think anyone would care? My dad is a big donor to this school and I can get away with anything. Like this" bully one boasted as he was about to punch her

The girl closed her eyes in preparation for the hit but after maybe ten seconds, the punch never came. The girl opened her eyes and saw that someone blocked the punch. That person was me.

"It's not nice to pick on people and it's never a good idea to punch a girl" I said as I slightly twisted his wrist which made bully one cry out in pain.