My SpaceHey Kitten: A Riddlebat Story

Chapter 27: Les Mis But Better (Not Fr*nch)

There was no God. Only Corruption. Here in this desecrate city, the law protected criminals and punished the innocent, and the wealthy could forget about the struggles of the many. If you had enough money, you could have the whole government in your pocket. This was just like hit historical event the Fr*nch Revolution, except better because we at least weren't Fr*nch.

The guards forcefully pushed me into the interrogation room. I headed to the chair and accepted my fate. I was like Jean Valjean from Victor Hugo's hit Fr*nch historical novel Les Miserables, but instead of stealing a loaf of bread I blew things up in a vine boom sound effect kind of way. I hated the Fr*nch. Would they give me a life sentence with no parole? I figured I would receive capital punishment for my crimes. Was I ready to die? Maybe I was. I knew my followers would continue my mission, with or without me. They knew my plan. But the Batman... he could pose a problem. I couldn't even call him Bruce anymore– he was a stranger to me. As long as I was alive, he would do everything to stop me.

"Stop, we have to put a towel down." the FEMALE agent said. I told you I have talked to plenty of females before. I was not afraid of them at all. You could still be a sigma male even if you were gay.

"What? Is this some form of corruption torture?!?! You corrupted fools, you are the criminals. I know the truth. I know who you are. I HAVE USED YOUR CREDIT CARD INFORMATION!"

"THAT WAS YOU, FUCKER!?!?! You spent 500 goddamn dollars' worth of fucking body pillows. ON MY FUCKING CARD! My wife was so fucking MAD!" The man cursed a lot. He looked like a man only worse because he was old.

"WAHHAHAHAHHA! That was me, you slithering corrupt heathen."

"Just sit in the goddamn chair bastard. We put the fucking towel down because you fucking sweat everywhere. You're a walking goddamn biohazard."

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of corruption today. Did you not get a donut?"

"I just got done fucking interrogating your bitch boyfriend over there. I want you to know you guys are both pains in my ass. Also, my wife fucking divorced me."

The FEMALE continued the interrogation after calming the man down and asked if I wanted a lawyer present since there were like 40 lawyers in the other room. I told them I would represent myself– lawyers were corrupt. They were shysters and swindlers. The agents were confused why I would do that, but they shut me up when I went on my rant about corruption. The male one was so annoying; he was always cursing and had bad vibes.

"Why are your vibes so bad, corrupt man?"

"You two are the most annoying, dimwitted fuckballs I've ever interrogated."

Oh yeah... I forgot they interviewed Bruce. I had completely forgotten about Bruce. I didn't even think about him anymore. He was a corrupt millionaire, and his buff arms didn't intrude my thoughts. It wasn't like I kept wondering if he was okay, like I said, I hated his strong buff arms. I didn't want to be held. I was completely over him and moved on. It was actually all a part of my plan, believe it or not. Yeah, I planned for that hot emo bastard to break up with me. I never liked him or his cute emo smile. I didn't want him at all. I didn't really deep down hope he was okay and that we could be together and be held by his buff arms. Like I said, I forgot all about him.

The female sighed. "What were you doing in the Wayne Manor? What does Bruce Wayne have to do with all of this?"

"Well...well... I- I didn't think of it at the time, but... I- I wanted..." My voice began to break as tears welled up in my eyes. I had been so angry at the world that I wanted to take it out on Bruce.

"Y- you see, it wasn't actually planned, but..." I held back a sob, "I didn't mean for this to happen!" I exclaimed, bursting into tears. I remembered how much I loved him. I didn't want Bruce to get in trouble.