Michael man POV
Michael grimaces at his predicament, third day sleeping on a park bench. He feels ten times greasier than he was before Gotham. He has drunken the blood of three and does not want to hurt anymore people.
"Why am I doing this" He grumbles aloud to himself. The anti-homeless park bench holes chill his back, it is impossible to sleep like this. I guess that's the point. He is picking at the dried blood under his nails when a shadow casts over him from the distance. Batman. embodiment of vengeance. He's heard the news from the annoying billboards.
"Vengeance," A gruff voice utters behind him, " We must speak. "Michael doesn't bother to face him.
"And why might that be?" the greasette responds sarcastically, he knows exactly why.
"You know exactly why."
"Do I now?" He rolls over and gives batman a passive aggressive smile. He's already died once, he's probably immortal or something. Batman lifts him by the hood of his sweatshirt.
"Tell me what happened to those people." Batman demands, "Why do you not have any records?"
" Whoa, slow down. At least ask me to dinner first."
( You'll never guess what happens next, I'm kidding.)
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Fanfictionmorby goob micheal finds an unexpected vigilante trailing him after stepping into a glowing gold circular portal.
