Just Like Mummy

Chapter one: The Interigation

It came down in tears of red, the blood, dripping down his jaw. He looked no more than fifteen, sitting there hugging his knees.

"What kind of bastard could do something like this to a kid?" I looked over at my partner. His New Yorker accent always came out when he was upset. You could see the seethe in his dark eyes, he always had a soft spot for the kids. I looked back into the one way glass wall, separating us from our latest victim.

"It's late Bill. Go home, I'll take this one's statement."

He looked at me, hands in his pockets "Are you sure? I mean don't you have to watch Johnny tonight?"

Johnny. My pride and joy. My only son.

"No. Barbara's home and he has a friend staying over tonight." He looked at me with those dark eyes, always concerned when he left me at the office alone. "I'll be fine, Bill. I swear. I'll just take this kid's statement and then hand him over to Murphy, okay?" He paused. I could see the hesitation in his eyes.

"Fine, but call me when you get home.You know how the streets can get at this time of night." And with that he shook my hand and he was gone. I turned back to the kid, he was still just sitting there. His hands now playing with his obviously dyed red hair, a messy mane of curls. His tan skin covered with dry blood. I was in complete shock when he refused to be cleaned up. Rape victims usually want to shower as soon as they can. The strangest thing about the boy though was the glasses. He had on a pair of black sunglasses that hid his eyes from the rest world. He looked familiar but from where, I don't know.

I walked over to the interrogation rooms entrance and twisted the door knob slowly, making sure not to frighten him. As I entered the room, the boys attention stayed the same, focused on the floor.

"My name's Joe Wilson. I'm going to be the cop taking your statement." I took the seat across from him, placing the pen and paper I had been holding in my left hand on the table in front of him. And then he started to cry. At first it was just a tear, then another and another until the boy in front of me was sobbing uncontrollably. He reminded me of Johnny, an older Johnny. I saw my kid sitting in front of me and all I wanted to do was comfort him as I would have my own son. So I stood and walked around the table, wrapping my arms around the teenage boy.

That's when I felt the sting on my neck. The point of a needle. I quickly backed away, my hand drawn to the side of my neck. As my hand made contact with the skin I immediately felt a liquid,my blood. Then I heard his sobs turn into sick laughter. The boy who had only seconds ago been sobbing was now laughing. Laughing at me.

I turned and looked at the boy in horror, only to see him holding an empty syringe. I started to reach for my gun when I felt a sharp pain in my head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The boy's voice was chilling. Hypnotizing almost. It was as if when he spoke his voice was all I could hear. All I could focus on.

"What the hell did you inject me with?" Losing my footing I fell to the floor. The pain was getting worse. I felt like my head was going to explode.

"Just a simple poison. I needed to access you brain, your primary motor cortex and left frontal lobe to be exact."

"For what?" I tried standing but the movement only made my head hurt worse.

"To control you speech and movement, of course. You see, your sons social status at school has given me an opportunity I just couldn't pass up. A chance to ruin Bruce Wayne's life."

My head was throbbing . I could only hear the boy's voice, but my head felt as if someone was yelling in my ear. That's when the boy took the glasses off, putting them on the table, revealing the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. He walked over to me and knelt down, looking straight into my eyes.

"The pain you are in will cease to exist when I count to three." Then he stood up and turned his back to me, walking to the sink that was in the back right corner of the room. As he started to wash himself off, he counted. "One...Two....Three."

It stopped. The pain was gone. "How did you do that?" I slowly began to try for my gun a second time.

"I told you. I injected you with a serum that gives me access to your physical and mental control system."

"But...that's not humanly possible." My hand had reached the grip panel when the pains returned, worse than before. "

"Now, now. You really wouldn't want to waste your bullets on me now would you? I think not. Now where was I? Oh yes, the serum. Technically it's not supposed to be humanly possible but thanks to mother's research and my drive to always succeed, I've invented the perfect weapon."

That's when it hit me. It wasn't him I recognized, it was his bloodline. "Your mother was Pamela Isley." I strained to say through the pain. "The famous scientist. Unt-"

"Until Bruce Wayne ruined her life." The boy cut me off. "Now," he said, an upset look on his face, "I think we've had enough small talk, don't you?" He walked back over to me and grabbed my shirt collar, looking directly into my eyes. "You're going to go home and use that gun of yours to kill your family. And I mean everyone, Joe. Your wife, Johnny. And then I want you to give your son's house guest a message. Tell Ethan Wayne to tell his daddy, 'Game on.' And then," he paused, leaving me to dread his next words, "I want you to shoot yourself in the head."

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