The Dark Knight versus Dr. Hypnosis Issue 1

Bruce Wayne sat at his desk in his massive office inside of Wayne Enterprises. He type quickly on his first class super advance computer. Steam rises off of the motherboard as Bruce studies a few new techniques of fighting. His arsenal of moves grew larger and larger.

A woman beep Bruce through his intercom system. "Mr. Wayne, a man drop off a brown package for you. He said he is a former friend from Korea and old sparring buddy."

Bruce try to recall a guy from his training with the monastery. He remembers the strict monks but no one of note that was in his class. He press the red button to answer his new blonde just outta high school secretary.

"Thank Stacy, send the package to my butler Alfred. He will know what to do with it. Now I need to be left alone for the rest of the day."

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"Oh fuck. It's him." Said a broken teeth crackhead as a black mass flew over the top of his head.

The dealer looks to see the dark knight. "Why is he out here tonight?"

Batman lands in front of the two men. His mask hide his well define jawline as the cape makes him appear larger than life. He stalk closer to the men. Their fears feeds the night air with Batman coldly stepping up to them. They stand in the exact same spot, frozen like one of Mr. Freeze victims.

The words that escape the bat mouth. "Run before I decide to put you in a hospital tonight."

The men didn't understand. The dealer looks confuse as the crackhead fell to the ground with a blow dart spouting through his lower neck. Batman shove the dealer down as another dart stabs into the metal dumpster in the dark alley.

"Listen to me filth. Get away from here. Never come back." The Batman throws two midnight color weapons into the darkness.

Batman see the dealer running like his friend the flash. He could be in Metropolis in a few hours if he kept his pace. Batman learns the motion of the incoming darts. Two knocks directly off of his heavy protect arms. The other three darts Batman avoid with frightening accuracy. He shot his grappling hook into the building where the darts was coming from.

He springs through the air reaching the tall abandoned building. The dark knight prepare a batowang for whomever deem to throw or blow darts at the innocent people of Gotham. He reaches the top of the skyscraper.

No one seem to be up here. Batman knew there has to someone. His built in thermal vision picks up a body when he was down on the crime ridden streets of Gotham. He scan the area finding a dead body near a robotics machine shooting the darts.

Batman near the machine, he disable it quickly. "Alfred, I think my night is over. I need to investigate this machine. See if I can get a dna sample off of this killing device. It could be a red herring for something bigger. Or possible a misdirection for two-face, Joker, or maybe scarecrow. I'm coming home. Send the plane."

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Bruce undoes his scowl. His forensic device scan the dart machine. It tries to eek out the information on whomever built this weird contraption. Bruce sips a from his coffee cup needing the energy for the new day.

"Master Bruce. I'm heading to bed, but here is the package from earlier." He said handing over an 8-track tape.

"Thanks Afred."

He watch as his dear old friend head up to a room inside of Wayne Manner. He study the 8 track tape. He ponders every possible outcome of what could come from listening to the tape.

He open a drawer with many obsolete relics from the sixty's and up. He smile at the Video cassette recorder and the Sony walkman. He place the tape in the old device, clicking play. A low rumble sound echo throughout the track player.

Bruce listen harder. Then a man voice plays on the tape. His deep soothing voice relax Bruce senses.

"Hello Batman. I'm am Dr. Hypnosis. I have travel from our share monastery. Traping people into their personal nightmares, killing many heroes and made some of your old friends personal stars in my home movies." He takes a pregnant pause. "I'm here in Gotham now. To make the dark knight kneel before me and turn you into my very own little femboi slut."

Bruce wonders what a femboy is. He try his best to combine many words to complete a definition of the word. But he couldn't mustard up a guest. He continues the tape.

"If you want to stop me. I left a puzzle at this link. Dot dot dash dash seven one four zero hate lover six eight one kneel dot com. Follow me down the rabbit hole and becomes my pet."