Jizzman (batman x jesus)

🍰🎂Chapter 4: A Shadow's Burden⭐️🎀

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After weeks of patrolling the city, I'd started to settle into a rhythm. Each night, I'd slip out of the house after dark, pulling my hoodie over my head and becoming Batt Man. The streets were beginning to feel like home in a strange way, a maze of alleys and shadows where I knew every hidden corner, every sound, every flicker of light.

But tonight, there was an odd feeling in the air, a quiet tension that I couldn't shake. The shadows seemed deeper, darker, and every sound felt amplified. I walked with caution, every step echoing in the empty streets, my senses on high alert.

I had learned early on that being Batt Man was about more than just helping people. It was about understanding the city—its rhythms, its secrets, its pain. And tonight, the city felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for something.

As I turned a corner, I spotted a flicker of movement in an alleyway up ahead. I froze, narrowing my eyes. There were two figures, hunched over and whispering. One of them had a small flashlight, casting an eerie glow over their faces.

I stepped closer, keeping to the shadows, listening. Their voices were low and hurried, and I could just make out fragments of their conversation.

"...need to move fast. He'll be here any minute," one of them whispered.

"Are you sure? What if he brings backup?" the other replied, his voice tinged with fear.

I took a deep breath, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. They were clearly up to something, but I couldn't tell what. I decided to get a little closer, hoping to overhear more.

But as I shifted my weight, my foot brushed against a loose piece of gravel, and it skittered across the ground with a loud clatter. Both figures froze, their heads snapping in my direction.

"Who's there?" one of them demanded, his voice sharp.

I took a step back, my heart pounding. I could feel their eyes on me, but I knew I couldn't run. Batt Man didn't run. I took a deep breath and stepped into the faint light from their flashlight.

"It's just me," I said, my voice calm but steady. "What are you two doing out here?"

The two figures exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of surprise and suspicion. One of them, a tall, wiry guy with a scar across his cheek, narrowed his eyes at me.

"Who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with hostility.

I raised my chin, trying to look confident. "I'm Batt Man. I'm here to make sure no one gets hurt."

The two of them stared at me for a moment, then burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty alley. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but I held my ground, refusing to let them see my discomfort.

"Batt Man, huh?" the scarred guy sneered. "What are you, some kind of superhero?"

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding. "I'm just trying to help. That's all."

The other guy, shorter and stockier, shook his head, still chuckling. "Kid, you're in way over your head. This isn't a game."

I swallowed, feeling a surge of frustration. They were right, of course. I was just a kid, pretending to be something more. But I couldn't back down now. I had to stand my ground, to prove to myself that I could do this.

"Maybe I am," I admitted, my voice steady. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to walk away."

The two men exchanged another glance, their amusement fading. The scarred guy stepped forward, his eyes cold and hard. "Listen, Batt Man, or whatever you call yourself. If you don't get lost right now, you're gonna regret it."