Morbius POV
My eye won't stop twitching... Michael scribbles furiously on a notepad. The ink from the ballpoint pen stains the side of his hand. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong Wrong. He tosses his notepad, giving up for the day. The mountain he's found in his way can be climbed another day. He pushes the swivel chair across the room. He opens his desks minifridge, feeling hungry. The fridge is stockpiled with blood from the local blood bank. I'm saving lives by drinking this, Michael winces at his own thought. Only weeks ago would he have needed blood like this for his disease, but now he steals it from people that same spot. He drinks half and puts the bag into his greasy sweatshirt pocket. He really needs to shower.
He moves to do so. In the bathroom he stares at the mirror and nothing looks back, just and empty hoodie. The mirror reflects him now. Dead girlfriend, dead family and a dead man. Before he can fully ponder his mortality an orange glowing ring spirals behind him. Through it, displays an alleyway, damp from past rain. Michael stares through it, it zooms quickly toward him, progressing the plot (successfully).
He looks all over trying to orient himself. He sees "Gotham City News" airing on a billboard. Weird.
( Pushing the Morbat agenda )
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Fanfictionmorby goob micheal finds an unexpected vigilante trailing him after stepping into a glowing gold circular portal.
