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I kept playing around with the lightsaber for another 10 minutes, doing all sorts of dumb stuff with it.
But then I turned it off and stuffed it into my pocket.
"I need to figure out where I am," I said, smiling.
I mean, I literally have a damn lightsaber.
And honestly, my face could be an intro in a BP edit đ
So I guess you could say I've kind of made peace with my situation.
But now I had to get back to the main point.
I remembered the system saying I was in the DC Animated timeline.
That was great news for me because if Althen had dropped me into Injustice,
or into the world where The Batman Who Laughs exists,
then not even the Anakin template would save me.
It would've been better to just kill myself before someone else did it.
I grabbed my jacket and left my apartment... or whatever this place was.
I didn't know what else to call it but my apartment.
I was living there, so it had to be mine.
I started walking down the stairs because, of course, there was no elevator.
I live on the 11th floor đ
After I finally made it out of the building where my place was,
I was hit by some grim, nasty weather outside.
It was drizzling lightly, but nothing I couldn't handle.
There were barely any people on the streets.
Even though it was only around 7 p.m.
I started walking through the gloomy city, trying to figure out where I was.
Also trying hard not to forget where I lived.
My eyes were scanning everywhere, but then
someone popped into the edge of my vision.
A man. Behind me.
I figured I'd ask him what city I was in.
But before I could even turn around,
I saw him pull something out and then all I felt was pain.
I collapsed into a dark alleyway, where it looked like light didn't even reach.
Slowly, I opened my eyesâŠ
only to see three men standing over me.
I scrambled to my feet instantly.
I wanted to run, but before I could
BANG.!!!!!!
The biggest one had a gun,
and he fired a shot just inches from my foot.
Then he looked at me, and his disgusting, arrogant voice spoke:
"Don't even try it, punk, or the next one goes through your leg."
I was sweating like hell.
Swallowed hard.
My heart was racing like it wanted to escape my chest,
and I honestly thought it might explode.
I'm getting assaulted the moment I frickin' go outside đ
I gathered up every last drop of courage I had, and spoke:
"What do you want from me�"
The guy with the gun looked at the other two,
and all of them burst out laughing.
Their laughter made me feel sick.
I don't know why, but I wasn't panicking anymore.
I was just pissed.
My fists clenched.
I really wanted to beat the crap out of these bastards.
But I wasn't that dumb.
What can I do?
Before my mind could come up with a plan,
the one with the gun stopped laughing, that huge smirk still plastered on his face.
"What else would we want from you besides money?"
I responded instinctively:
"I don't have any money.
I'm from another city.
Just got here today."
He gave me a thoughtful look,
then grinned even wider as he pointed the gun at my clothes.
"Then give us your clothes instead."
Was this dude seriously asking for a free strip show or something??
This had to be a bad dream.
I took a breath and spoke:
"I'm not giving you anything, assholes."
The gunman smiled.
"Didn't expect anything else."
Then he glanced at his goons.
"Convince him, boys."
I saw one of them pull out a taser, and the other had a knife.
Their leader just leaned against the wall,
waiting for his goons to finish the job.
The two of them charged me
and I started panicking.
I'm literally screwed.
What can I do??
That question echoed in my head again.
My eyes glanced at the sigil on the back of my right hand
and suddenly, everything clicked.
I knew exactly what I had to do.
I realized what I could do.
When I looked at the two bastards charging at me again,
it was like they were moving in slow motion.
There was no time to think.
I raised both my hands toward them
and shut my eyes.
I tried to feel the Force flowing through me.
I took a breathâŠ
And when I finally opened my eyes,
a wave of pressure burst out from my palms
blasting both of them away.
One of them slammed into their leader,
the other flew across the alley and hit the pavement hard.
I smiled, looking down at my hands.
While I was still admiring them,
the leader shoved the guy off him and stood back up,
firing his gun at me.
"DIE, YOU FREAK!"
BANG.
My head snapped up
and before I even realized what I was doing,
my left hand went up instinctivelyâŠ
The bullet stopped, frozen in the air inches from my palm.
I grinned at him.
"You lost, asshole."
But he wasn't ready to accept that.
He emptied the whole damn clip at me.
Bullet after bullet
each one froze before it could touch me.
When I saw his magazine was empty,
I dropped my hand
and all the bullets clattered to the ground.
I started walking toward him.
He threw the gun at me in a panic,
but I dodged it easily.
Desperate, furious, he screamed:
"JUST DIE, YOU FRICKIN' FREAK!!"
He ran at me, fist drawn
but I caught his arm, grabbed his neck with my other hand,
and slammed him into the wall.
"I told you, you lost, bastard.
I'll let you go this time.
But if I see you again
I'll cut your dick off. Got it?"
He looked at me like he wanted to curse me out.
I tightened my grip on his throat
he started nodding.
Once I was sure he understood,
I asked the one question that got me into this mess in the first place:
"What city is this?"
I loosened my grip a little so he could answer.
"G-GotâŠham⊠c-cit-tyâŠ"
Then it all made sense.
Gloomy weather.
People hiding inside.
And scumbags like him crawling around.
Maybe I'll meet batman sooner than u thought.
I grabbed his ugly bald head
and slammed it against the wall, knocking him out cold.
"That's for trying to get a free strip show, asshole."
(In the background, "The Winner Takes It All" by ABBA plays.)
I looked down at the unconscious bastards.
Then it hit me
they tried to rob me, right?
And I didn't even have moneyâŠ
A huge smile spread across my face.
I searched the leader's body and found his wallet he had $145 in it.
I tossed it back onto his chest, then searched the other two.
By the time I was done, I was $354 richer.
Then I figured I should just head back to my apartment.
When I finally got there,
I jumped straight into bed and knocked out.
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