Your Batman (In English)

Chapter 12 : Amost Under Control

As soon as I passed the exit of my university, I heard somebody calling me. I was convinced that Nathan wanted me to spend the afternoon in our recording studio. We had formed a music group two years ago. We weren't very known but famous enough to consider an album very soon. Unfortunately, with my studies, and what Liam and I did in our free time, singing practice wasn't my priority those days. Nevertheless, I slowed down in front of the building.

Nathan: Hey, Rich! What will you up to later? He asked with sparkling eyes at the sunshine that couldn't even heat the low temperature up yet.

Me: Hum...I'm sorry, I'll study for the exams.

It wasn't totally wrong. It was only the end of April but the end of our first year at school was in one month.

- Oh, yeah, I should start doing this too. Do you come to the party tomorrow?

- I'll have a look.

- Cool, see ya' tomorrow, mate! He exclaimed, straightening the strips of his backpack.

I answered him with a smile and he followed suit his classmates. My friend reminded me of a child sometimes. I turned around to cross the street but I stopped by before I ran into somebody. I looked up and realized that I had just bumped into a police man. He wasn't one of the security guards of the university campus.

Him: Hello, Richard Scholes?

I took some time to answer him. I didn't know what he wanted from me and I was even wondering if he was addressing to me, whereas he had called me by my name.

Me: Yes, that's me. Why?

- I need you to come with me. I have some questions to ask you.

I swallowed. I had never been arrested. I took a deep breath when he invited me to get in the service car sitting on the sidewalk, in which his partner was waiting. I searched in my memory, I couldn't remember something that I've done and that could have made me an outlaw. I got in the car and imagined the worst.

POV Liam:

I heard a voice from the walkie talkie, hooked on my belt.

'The man is on a two wheels automobile, a black scooter. The narcotics are in his bag. He is about to turn in an alley, in the corner of the Well street, I repeat, Hackney place.'

Being on the urgency stairs of a building, I couldn't see anything so I walked down the staircases that was going to be the only obstacle between the delinquent and me. He embarked on a separated passage, I stood in his way and took him by surprise. He made his scooter slip. I was on my way to take his bag but he got something out of it. Even if this knife wasn't enough to stop me, I was astonished by how easy it was, to some people, to use violence. I mustn't be the first one he threatened. He raised his hand in the air but it didn't get through my body armour in my costume. I pushed him violently against the wall and he banged his head against it. The man who was about 20 years old was now sounded. Then, I took time to block the entrance to the passageway with the fence previously installed to mark the roadworks; So, the cars would search this dealer anywhere else, it gave me few minutes more to do what I had to do and clear out.

Him: You'll pay for this! He yelled, getting up.

"Who are you?! A disguised maniac ?!"

He rushed after me and it made me lost balance. Indeed, I had a lot of progress to do. He was kicking me, certainly wanted to knock me out and to let me here, but my mask protected me against the most part of his blows. I didn't want to waste time, I used my self-defence spray that had an effect five seconds later. He reproached his hands near his eyes, moaning. I took benefit from it to take him to the fence. Everything was almost under control. I grabbed his wrist to handcuff him and to attach him to the barrier strong enough to retain him. I bent down to talked to him.

Me: I'm the disguised maniac who's about to send you a while in prison.

I got up and threw his bag over the fence to attract the police narcotics squad section and went in another direction. I quickly checked that I hadn't forgotten anything, then I walked fast and determined to get back to my car. I took off my mask, grimacing because of the few scratches in my face. I put my look away, as if it could help me to seem less ridiculous to the old woman who was staring at me. I put the rest of my clothes on and took my phone, getting the adrenaline down. I dialled the number of Rich.

???: Bloomsbury police office, good afternoon.

I checked the number that I had used and reproached again the phone from my ear.

- Hum...Excuse me, I wanted to call a friend.

- Richard Scholes, isn't it?

- Yes, it is.

- Sorry, you should call him later. He is now in an interrogative room.