My SpaceHey Kitten: A Riddlebat Story

Chapter 23: Reddit National Anthem

Yipee! I felt bad about leaving Brucie like that. He was so worried about me, and I could tell he was just trying to make me feel better. I was having a lot of fun, but I had a much more important thing at hand: my plans to destroy Gotham. Though Brucie might have saved me from that asylum and believed that I would become a better person, he couldn't fix me. He couldn't fix my burning hatred for this awful, corrupt city. As much as it pained me to betray him, he would understand eventually. I could fix HIM. Make him see.

I could feel them...the memories...the memories torturing me. Even in this perfect palace, I could never belong. Hatred followed me wherever I went. I had demons. To them, I would always be that poor orphan boy, who needed to be saved, who needed to be fixed. Even to Brucie, I would always be a charity case. Did he only love me because he wanted to fix me, like his father's Renewal? I was broiled down to the labels society has assigned me, like how society broils thin cuts of meat: typically cuts that are less than 1.5 inches (4 cm) thick, including rib eye, tenderloin, T-bone steak, ground meat patties, meat kabobs, lamb chops, halved boneless chicken, or turkey breasts. I was the lamb to the slaughter. I was pathetic in the eyes of the corrupt society. Society?SocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySocietySociety

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SocietySocietySociety! What was society? A group of individuals involved in persistent social interaction, or a large social group sharing the same spatial or social territory, typically subject to the same political authority and dominant cultural expectations? Pathetic. Society was the thing that ostracized me, told me it cared about me, then left me to rot. Society, my adversary, was the eyes of Thomas Wayne I had looked into when I was a boy, who told me of Renewal and that I would be saved. No one came to save me. I was like Mitski: there was nobody. If you didn't know the song, it went "Nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody". Even here, in this very house, I was disrespected. Damn Marinara. That rich upper class snob. I would show her. I would show all of them.

The pain and emotion rang up inside me. It was coursing through my veins; I was typically blood type A positive, but right now I was positive I had to destroy this wretched city. I turned to the mirror and sang...

"- Opening

Who are we?? REDDIT NATION!! What do we want?? NO MORE TIKTOK AND INSTAGRAM!! When do we want it?? NOW!

- Chorus

Reddit nation yeah we are Together we can go very far Take down TikTok Take down Instagram Take down everything we don't give a damn That's because Reddit nation will rise up Yeah we never will give up

We the Reddit army We hoard the enemy like a skarmy (clash royale sound effect) We can't be taken down Yeah you can't make us frown When TikTok sees our army I'm sure their pants will brown!"

God I should sing that for my followers. I swear that would be the next subgoal fr. Besides Twitch, I should let my followers know that the final stage of our plan was near. I would be God in the story of Noah's Ark, and my followers would be Noah. The sinfulness and corruption would be cleansed from the city, and Gotham could start anew.

I titled the stream "SOAP EATING STREAM!!!!" and hit the live button. My loyal fans immediately flooded in with gifted subs and donations. It was like how I was going to flood Gotham (besides the bombs). I glanced at the hand soap on the counter but ultimately selected the bar soap from the shower (bars always had a satisfying crunch). It was a light purple, quite possibly lavender. I hoped for a hint of lemon– those were especially tart. Since my time in prison, I have taken a liking to soap. A delicacy it was. Such a random idea to put snacks in the bathroom, but they were so amazing. At first, I wasn't a fan of the hardness and heaviness of it, but the filling nature and creaminess of it was amazing. I have never eaten something that formed suds in my mouth— it was pure genius. The chat was on emote only because I had so many loyal fans. Nonetheless, I began laying out the plan for the eventual destruction of Gotham. We would start anew (not renewal though like actually a fresh start).

I walked out of the bathroom. This was it. I couldn't let Brucie suspect anything, so I would spend the night with him and plot secretly. I headed back to his bedroom, wondering what he was doing (probably being emo). Once I opened the door, he looked at me, clearly wanting to tell me something.

I couldn't understand what he was saying. It was all a blur. As I gazed into his face, I saw nothing but hope for a change, a change in me, a change in this corrupt hell of a city. Brucie might have taken on the people of Gotham's burdens because he thought he could fix the city, fix broken people like me, but he didn't understand. No number of criminals arrested would correct the lawlessness of the city. They would be back in the streets in a matter of time with the help of the corrupt justice system. The corruption ran was ingrained into the city, like a stain that couldn't be removed, and deep down Brucie must have known that. I loved him so much, but at this moment, as I looked into his dark orbs, I couldn't bring myself to speak or even look at him because soon it would all be over. I would end this city's corruption– along with our relationship– no matter what. Brucie couldn't stop me even if he tried. There would be no more lies.