My SpaceHey Kitten: A Riddlebat Story

Chapter 9: xXDark_Knight_Emo_Lord_69Xx Spelt Backwards is LIAR

I couldn't avoid it any longer. As much as it tore me apart, it was time to come to terms with a recent discovery.

The computer screen glowed as I waited for xXDark_Knight_Emo_Lord_69Xx to respond. 5 minutes turned into 10. Distant sirens and a certain symbol in the sky confirmed my worst fear.

My new recruit was Batman. I had been suspicious of him ever since we first talked, but some part of me wanted to ignore it. He had so much potential, giving me advice for my streams... but all he wanted was to take me out- I MEAN DOWN.

Of course, he was going to turn me into the police. My movement would be over, and Gotham would continue to be the rotting, corrupt city it was. I would be... insignificant. In his eyes, the eyes of a vigilante, I was some murderous psychopath that needed to be locked up. He couldn't actually believe that, right? I don't know why I cared about what he thought of me.

I wanted to scream, cry even, but I couldn't move. I just sat and stared at the empty screen; my clammy fists clenched. He must have hated me; he had taunted me with his chocolate milk the other day. I was fortunate to have my Guardian Dairy Relief Fast Acting Lactase, 360 Caplets, 9000 FCC Maximum Strength, Lactose Intolerance Pills, Lactase Enzyme Supplement (360 CT) on me, but I could've died if I hadn't. He had to have known that. So, he thought he had the upper hand: he knew my face, my weaknesses (definitely not buff arms, which he didn't have) ... but I knew something too.

The Batman was Bruce Wayne. It had taken me quite some time, but I was nearly sure now. I had spent hours analyzing his symmetrical, chiseled face and newspaper reports until I was almost certain.

I could easily plant a bomb at the Wayne estate and get rid of my problem... but I couldn't for some reason. Carrying out my plans for Gotham would be so much simpler without him. I had easily blown up a person and killed others, so why couldn't I kill him?

I don't want to hurt him.

A fleeting, foreign jumble of words in my conscience. I dismissed it immediately. It was like someone had whispered in my ear; it couldn't have been one of my thoughts. I was supposed to hate him. Part of me didn't want to let go of the part of Bruce I did know: xXDark_Knight_Emo_Lord_69Xx. I had never opened up more to someone than I did with him. Despite my suspicions, he listened to me and made me feel seen.

Before I could even register what was happening, my fingers were typing away on the keyboard as if my body was betraying my mind. Finally, the screen loaded...

Gay Test- Am I Gay, Straight, or Bisexual? Take this quiz to find out now!

My face plummeted. Surely I was joking. I had to be. I scoffed at the idea, glancing at my worn manifestation journal on my desk, a memory from my choir boy days. My cursor lingered over the start button before I pressed it. If I was so confident about my heterosexuality, then I'd easily pass.

The quiz started off easy; with questions like, "Why did you decide to take this test?" (I, of course, chose "To make sure that I'm straight!"). I was starting to feel silly for even THINKING I was gay (which I wasn't).

"Have you ever had non platonic thoughts about someone of the same gender?"

I froze. An image of Batman cradling me in his big, muscular arms appeared in my head. That counted as platonic, I was sure of it. Even if it didn't, I was so sure of my other answers that one MAYBE wouldn't affect the outcome.

The quiz became increasingly specific, but as a straight sigma male I managed through. I held my breath after completing the last question. The result screen began to load...

I saw a stripe of red, then orange, then yellow.... NO NO NO NO!!! NO!!!!! I began to panic as the word "Gay" stared back at me. Surely, I misclicked... No, I took my time. How many times did I click "maybe"?? A tear escaped from my eye. I had never felt so defeated.

So maybe I did have a crush on Bruce Wayne. God, it sounded horrible. He represented everything I despised: rich, privileged, fake orphan... yet he still found a way to my heart while he was pretending to be interested in my movement. He did have a great physique though. And it wasn't like I was OBSESSED with him or anything. I just made him the focus of my plan, studying him for days on end.

It didn't even occur to me to think of how he felt about me. There was a large possibility that he didn't love me back.

Those words echoed in my head. No... he had to. It dawned on me that I was nothing without him. No one would remember me. He HAD to love me back because I didn't know what I would do if he didn't. I just had to... test him, that's all.

I would make another letter addressed to the Batman that confessed my undying love for him. Yes... that was going to work. Maybe I would kill someone for funsies too.

It was time to get to work.