There was once an incredibly lazy bat, who went by the name of “Lazy-Bat”. He lived in the city of Black Wing and slept twenty-one hours a day.
Every day the citizens of Black Wing City worked and lived their lives from sunrise to sunset by going to the office and then socializing until dark.
While the others went to sleep, Lazy-Bat got out of his bed and reached for something underneath it.
It was a bright red cape made from his curtains.
Putting the cape on made Lazy-Bat change from an ordinary bat to Super-Bat, the Defender of Justice!
Sometime during the night, a shriek unexpectedly echoed through the city. The diabolic Octoman was up to no good again, creating havoc wherever he went with his overwhelming manliness.
“Oh no, I’ve got to do something!” bellowed Super-Bat, “It is time to stop this eight-armed monstrosity.”
Without wasting a minute, the over muscled bat jumped right out of his window.
“Super-Bat, away!” He screamed.
Unfortunately for Super-Bat, he couldn’t actually fly. This was because his muscles were too heavy to support him.
“This isn’t good,” He moaned.
Super-Bat was unable to fly due to his body mass, which made Black Wing City more vulnerable than ever before. The citizens could only wait and hope for a miracle to happen.
The law-breaking criminal took advantage of Super-Bat’s absence, flashing his chiseled physique wherever he went.
As if this act of flashing the public wasn’t unspeakable enough, he also left crumpled paper in the park when the signs told him not to.
Octoman took two dogs into the library while listening to very loud music. And we all know that is against the library’s rules.
Octoman picked cars right off of the streets—and did a couple of bicep curls with them. His muscles looked like they were about to burst whenever he did a curl.
And Octoman tilted paintings—in the National Museum of Art.
Meanwhile, Super-Bat continued to remain stuck, worrying over the chaos that was taking place.
“Super-Bat,” said a young bat pup that had been watching from the street corner, “this isn’t the time to remain stuck. You have to get out and help the city.”
“There’s no way for me to get out of here,” Super-Bat complained.
“I don’t believe that,” said the pup. “You’re going to get out there and defeat that terrible octoman!
“And I’m going to help you, because there’s no way you can handle him by yourself! This is a guy who has eight arms. There’s no way one person can defeat him.”
“Why are you helping me?” asked Super-Bat.
The pup smiled and said, “Because…I want to be your sidekick.”
Three minutes later, Super-Bat had arrived at the center of Black Wing city with his new sidekick: Tiny-Bat!
“All right, Octoman,” shouted Super-Bat, “It’s time that we put an end to you and your machismo!”
Then a stream of dark, sticky ink hit Super-Bat right in the face.
The energetic Tiny-Bat dodged the ink shot at him, kicked Octoman in the chest, and began the fight.
In mere seconds, Super-Bat got the ink off of his face by flexing his facial muscles.
Once he got back into the action, Super-Bat wasted no time and punched octoman as hard as he could in the face.
“This is for vandalizing the preschool with pictures of dandelions,” said Super-Bat. “Dandelions are weeds, not flowers!”
With his face caved in from being punched so hard, Octoman could no longer commit crimes and was soon sent to jail.
News of Super-Bat’s victory quickly spread, and soon all of Black Wing City had heard of the miraculous fight between the evildoer and heroes. In honor of Super-Bat and Tiny Bat’s victory, the citizens celebrated with a loud party that included fireworks.
Yet nobody really knew the true identity of this mysterious hero.
However, they did know that every night when the sun went down…
Super-Bat would return with his sidekick, Tiny-Bat. And together, they would keep the city safe from those who sought to do it harm.
THE END
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