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is Tom Warburton's. Batman
A dark, mysterious, earnest voice cut through the darkness of the giant carpeted room.
"Benedict Wigglestein, I am here to turn you over to the police for intent to damage property, destruction of private and public property, kidnapping, child abuse, and attempted murder. You will be evaluated by a criminal psychologist to determine whether you will be institutionalized in Blackgate Prison or Arkham Asylum."
Benedict slurped his ice cream.
"What a shame. And here I was gonna party down at the discotheque after reading my Delightful Child
ren a bedtime story..their reward for ALMOST destroying the KIDS NEXT DOOR!! I'm learning the BENEFITS of positive REINFORCEMENT. Tryin' something new for a change."
"...I'll call it in advance. Arkham Asylum," responded the dark voice.
"Asylum's for crazy people, right?? I DON'T think I'm CRAZY..HEY! Let me finish my ICE CREAM, and I'll go with you."
The dark voice was confused.
"Wait..you're just giving up? You don't want to fight..." He didn't know the criminal well--or even at all, but knowing a criminal's name was important. It gave him leverage. So he used it. "Benedict?"
"What I WANT is to finish my ICE CREAM. Sheesh!!" Benedict's eyes narrowed. "And that's FATHER to you."
"....You're not my father, Benedict."
"Isn't it some kinda RULE that you call a supervillain by their SUPERvillain name?" Father started to sound a little annoyed. "I don't like to repeat myself. EVERYONE, rotten brats and supervillains, calls me FATHER."
"...I am sorry. I can't call you by that, Wigglestein." The dark voice responded, and took on a stern tone. "Arrogance. That's what drives you to take that name."
"Arrogance is unEARNED pride, my fellow adult." No more slurping. The dark voice had hit some kind of nerve. Good. If I can get him angry
, the dark voice thought, the more mistakes he's bound to make.
"And you've earned that pride how exactly?" asked the dark voice dryly.
Suddenly all the candles in the room lit at once, revealing the dark voice as the one and only Batman.
"Ooh, what a scary costume!!" Father laughed. "You going out Trick-or-Treating or somethin'?"
Batman realized now he was getting taunted, so he kept his cool, and formulated a dry retort.
"Actually, the costume is for intimidation. But it's not the costume as much as what it symbolizes."
"And what does it symbolize?" Father continued to laugh.
"Justice. Now you'd better finish your ice cream quickly, Benedict."
"What, are we on a time limit? You have a pre-K dance to get to?"
"I am kind of busy." Batman cracked his knuckles. "It's obvious you're intentionally delaying finishing the ice cream as a diversionary tactic, Benedict. I don't have any choice but to end your snack break." Batman with his huge muscles and lantern jaw started running at Father. Father put down his ice cream, and then set himself, and all the entrances/exits in the room on fire. Batman was surprised.
"A metahuman..." Batman observed as he dodged the flying flames. He hadn't planned for having to fight a metahuman and hadn't brought his fire-retardant cape. This time, he had only brought some Batarangs and his Utility Belt, but no fire extinguisher.
"Did you think I'd let an overgrown Trick-or-TREATer take me ANYWHERE, let alone to adult jail? I see that the adult world's too BIG for YOU, Bat-Kid...I think you'll find a PLAYPEN
a little less daunting!!" He formed several streams of fire and placed them around Batman in a cage of fire. Batman was stunned. Batman realized that he had, for the time, been bested. He didn't realize the meta-human was playing mind-games. He just didn't seem to be the type. The psychological profile of "Father" was of a mastermind and one who had a quick temper, but his childish behavior threw him off. He was no Joker or even Riddler--but Batman didn't expect that level of unpredictability from the so-called Father. He flared up and cooled down seemingly at random. And the fire...he had had many metahumans for opponents, but none so erratic as this one. Still, that never stopped him before, and Batman's keen mind started working methodically to figure a way out of the cage of fire.