|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Gotham High 1Morning, the sun was just starting to shine on Wayne manor, it's rays barely lighting up a messy room filled with crumpled papers of schematics and calculations, clothes thrown all over the place including the bed where a young man with dark hair was sleeping. The door opened and an elderly man dressed in a neat suit walked in with a tray. He took one look at the room and frowned then walked over to the table and placed the tray on an empty corner then went to the window and threw the curtains open, waking up the teenager in an instant who groaned and turned his back on the sun.
"Rise and shine, young master," the old man said going back to get the tray.
"The sun is rising and shining enough for the both of us," the boy moaned.
"Come, come now, Master Bruce. You can't be late for your first day of high school now can you?"
"Oh right that was today " Bruce said sitting up.
"Yes, it was indeed today the day we discussed you would return to public school," the man said placing
Gotham High 44
That night, after a few more hours of work, Bruce finally spread out the completed version of what he was turning the memory cloth into. He looked at it with a proud smile, the familiar shape would soon help him to...
"Master Bruce?" he heard Alfred as he walked up the steps to the attic so he scrambled to hide the cloth. "Are you in here?"
"Uh, yeah, Alfred. What is it?"
"Honestly, Master Bruce, it is one o'clock. Don't you think it's about time you went to bed?"
"What were you doing this late?"
"Um... school project. It's due in a few days."
"If I can assist you in any way..." Alfred said walking to the table Bruce had been working at.
"No! It's... sensitive stuff and boring, you know, high school stuff."
"I see. Well, off to bed now."
The next morning, Bruce was just as tired as the day before and could barely keep his eyes open in class. Thankfully, whenever she saw him close his eyes for too long, Barbara would poke him in the ribs with a pencil to wake him up. By lunch time, he
Gotham High 55
Walking carefully in a dark alley behind an old factory, Jay kept looking around to make sure there was no one else around. "Brucey!" he hissed. "You here?"
Steps were heard coming his way only they came from more than one person and the two school bullies stepped into the light. The former quarterback in front of him, the wrestling captain coming up from behind.
"Brucey's not in right now but you like, please leave a message after the ass whoopin'!" Wayde said making his knuckles snap.
"Brucey never sent that note to meet'm here, did he?" Jay said trying to keep a smile on his face.
"See Ed? I told you he didn't have a balloon animal for a brain."
"Indeed, he does seem smarter than your average prankster."
"Heh, and here I thought you guys didn't have a sense of humour..."
"Trust me, you'll die laughing when we're done with you," Wayde said as the two boys started closing in on him.
"I'd love to exchange a few jokes with you guys but all you care about are the punch-lines," Jay said
Gotham High 77
In an underground laboratory, Wayde was lying on a bed, his wrists and ankles were shackled with large metal restraints and there was a large metal arm with a myriad of equipment attached to it, among them a few syringes connected to thin tubes that went up the arm and through the wall. On his left was a large window leading to another room in which an old man in a lab coat was looking over several indicators. Next to him stood Eduard who looked pleased for some reason.
"Hey Ed... remind me why I'm doin this..." Wayde said nervously.
"To get back at the Batman, you dim-witted oaf. Now stop behaving like a spineless gecko and calm down."
"I just... I don't like needles!"
"Then perhaps it would comfort you, Mr Jones, to know that when I'm done with you, no needle will ever hurt you again," the man in the lab coat said checking his vitals.
"I swear it on my medical licence," the other replied and pushed a few buttons that lowered the mechanical arm towards Wayde.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More