Okay, 1st thing i have to say is that, about a week or two ago i turned "Holy Level 10!

Also, on to this weeks news for comics, there was the continuation of the dark knight viral campaign. I dont live in any of the cities, and the closest ones were boston and NYC, both 2-3 hours away, which is problematic when i cant even take driving lessons yet. It turned out to reveal the new trailer. Of course there was a bootleg, now erased, but i was able to watch it before then. Then i found it on a site other than youtube, but its a little grainy... There is also links to the other trailers and a defaced trailer, released today or yesterday.

Trailer 2 (Bootleg)

I think it looks awesome, i cant wait till the high definition release on sunday at whysoserious/happytrails.com. but its also supposed to air in front of an upcoming major movie, which leads to the only possible answer

Iron Man! The movie is coming out on Friday, and looks awesome. Trailers cant be that well made unless the movie is great! ...Too bad im probly gonna be camping on friday

There is also a new website launched about the best of the dcau/dc cartoons. The spotlight of this is 10-20 episodes, including unreleased episodes of Zeta Project and Static Shock, and quite a bit too. This is a stable source for episodes, because, since its official, its gonna stay up their. From the looks of it, they are some of the best ones/considered the best, of the show

Heres the link: DC HeroZone

This week is Spring Break for me, so, ill have some more time on the site.

Also, theres this really cool comic store about an hour away from me, in New london, CT., called Sarge's Comics, i would post a picture but the only one is of some Star Wars event went revenge of the sith came out a couple years ago.

Anyway ive been there before, but this is te 1st time ive spent a significant amount of time there. Well first off its pretty old and is HUGE. There is probly 20 long comic boxes filled up with Batman, Spiderman, Xmen, and Superman comics each, including related characters (Batman= Catwoman, Robin, Nightwing etc.) Spiderman (Only him, but closer to 10 boxes than 20) (Xmen= Wolverine, Exiles, Excalibur, and all those other mutant teams) (Superman= supergirl, superboy, lois, jimmy etc.) Theyre so old they literally had some of Dark knight returns from when it came out in the 80's(They costed a fortune, but still...) This isnt including trades...I got original editions of Death in the Family and BlindJustice trades. Batman: Death in the Family (jason Todds death), costed 4 bucks, but now costs 13 for the new edition. Batman: Blind Justice (50th anniversary of batman) was 7.50, and the new copy is 15.00. The best part was that they were right next to the current editions. I also got batman:Son of the Demon (When Talia and Bruce originally had their baby that wasnt truly unveiled till 20 years later) which was 4 bucks, 5 less than its regular price due to being a little scratched up. I got a few dollar issues, which includes the 4 part Robin: Tragedy and Triumph, story, and there was also a smallbox of star trek books. I got a 500 paged hc for $2, and a smaller book for 79 cents. Theres also dvds, mangas, a bunch of collectible miniature games/ d & d equipment, statues/busts, novels... The list could go on for awhile, as could the description of the store. Me and my brother spent around 30 bucks between the two of us, and now have over 1000 pages of reading material more

First off, I finnally have my 4th chapter of Batman: Year zero (my title for my fanfiction) up, after 4 months! I had it written 2-3 months ago and typed up for a week. I just kept on forgetting to post it.

It is the longest chapter by atleast 2, maybe 3 pages. It also had a very long editing proscess.

Chapter Four

The Birth of A Hero

One Week After the Events of Chapter Two

Bruce was falling. No. Scratch that. Batman was falling. He hadn't felt this alive since years ago, if he was alive for a good chunk of his life before now. He used the high-tech grapple hook he had bought just a week before, to swoop up to a building top higher than the one that he had fell from. He was glad he waited a week to get in some more practice on the skills he had learned years before., for otherwise he might not have pulled of the jump as he had wanted to.

"Ahh! Help, Get away from me help!" Bruce looked below him to a dark alley where two dark figures were running in the night. Fear was in play. All he needed to do was reverse who was scared. As the Batman, the name Bruce had given to himself, his goal was to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, which was exactly what he intended to do.

As the Batman jumped of the building he recognized the small tool in the thugs arm as a gun. A cowards' weapon. What was used to kill his parents. What he would never resort to. This didn't come as a surprise to him. The setting of the whole mugging made it obvious how much of a coward this mugger truly was. The gun didn't make the job any harder. Just a lot easier. Easier to imprint fear into, and easier to capture...

Last time he had done this he had been guised in a ski- mask. It didn't turn out well. This time, however his disguise was better. More Terrifying. It didn't make him look like a criminal, a nemesis, but rather the criminals' nemesis. A symbol of fear for some, and hope for others. Ready to strike, he took out his hook, and swooped down, deep into the darkness.

Lurking in the shadows, while falling all at once, he observed the crimnal chase the girl to a dead-end. "Come on little girly. Why don't you just be a nice lady and give me that purse and that pretty little necklace of yours." The thef- coward, walked towards his prey, jabbing his gun right next to her neck. The women fainted from fear, which the robber initially thought was the gun. "Come on now girly dontcha faint over me. But, then again, while I'm here, it shouldn't hurt me to help myself to a coupla bobbles 'n' such." The criminal, with viciousness in his snarl, bent over the trash heap to remove the necklace and purse from the college-aged girl.

A mysterious shift of wind, however, caused to stop, dead-cold in his tracks. He carefully turned over to notice a gigantic looming shadow of a fearsome creature - a bat- confronting him. A voice appeared which didn't seem to be quite from the shadow, but rather a message from the heavens - or perhaps some place else- appeared. "She didn't faint because of you, "The voice bellowed its words, in an icy chill, which echoed in the cool autumn night. It was because of ME!"

The shadow lurched out, revealing itself from the darkness. "Batman", used his grappling hook to disarm the villain, only to miss, and instead, pull himself to the wall. The paralyzed crook barely managed his shot, which merely nicked the dark cloak he wore. The figure pounced on the fiend, frozen in place, only to be disarmed by a swift kick to his arm. He originally tried to reach for the gun, but only to be thwarted by the shadow stepping on the gun and bending it with his bare hands, tossing it away. The man - if even worthy of that - got up to throw his fist at the shadowy character. Repeated attempts were all failures, stacking up over time. He was eventually clouded by a thrown smoke grenade, unable to see, or punch, anything.

"It's over" was all that the brisk voice said. The blows were well connected and nearly unblockable. It took but a few to finish the thief off. He soon stood, knocked cold, not to recover soon. The women, Batman realized, had woken up and left in the smoky haze. He could see her staggering away then. Once she cleared, the unconscious body was thrown out into the streets, with a net trapping him from escape. As police sirens were heard in the distance, Batman pulled his hook out of the wall, took one last look at the crook, his first "victim", and left to continue his work.

*

"Hey, Gordon. Over Here! I think I just found something here." A cop called to the newest member of the force, Police Captain James W. Gordon. In response, he looked over to an alley, where he saw the third mysteriously apprehended victim that night, all of which appeared to be criminals. It was only his first week in Gotham and was already attached to a big case. Yes, it was a city, which happened to be a major city but nonetheless, he was still adjusting and from the looks of it, his life could be changed from the way everything's been going.

The first of the criminals could easily have any sort of excuse for being like he was; disarmed, unconscious, and destroyed, both mentally and physically. It was not improbable for him to have been on drugs, and was, in fact, highly likely, as substance abuse was common in big city thugs. He could've had an illness, causing him to be in his state, also possible, because he probably couldn't have easily obtained a cure. Those were only some of the possible scenarios.

However two like that, while it could be coincidence, is a little more suspicious, unless one saw the other mumbling, getting him nervous during a period of getting "high", or something to the same effect. However both muttered something about a giant bat, in some sort of state of paranoia. It could be some sort of hallucination, but the two weren't anywhere near each other, which also crossed out his other theory. He had doubts it was affects from some sort of drug, because they had no connection whatsoever.

... Now, though, he had found a third one, who looked to be in the same position as the others. Walking over to the unconscious body, thrown in a heap, his immediate reaction was to check for his heartbeat, to make sure he was still breathing. After confirming that he was, he turned to see he was black. It wasn't uncommon, but he also had long dreadlocks, and the unmistakable moustache that could only fit one criminal.

"What is it Captain" called one of his officers in demand of who it was.

"Skivers" was all he had to say. The name was commonly and widely known. It was a name he had heard all the way in Chicago. The crime family dated back to the Wayne killings, which shadow still bore over Gotham. The family was the first major one to arise after the killings and was only one of many more. The one that lay unconscious at his feet was Jeffrey Skivers, the older of two brothers currently active in Gotham. He ran the largest crime family in the city. He, who also muttered slightly about the bat, could well be a lynchpin between the other two, filling the gaps in between them. He wasn't exactly the leader, or at least that's what some, like Gordon, speculated, but he was widely considered as the head, and was the highest ranked, known member, of Gotham's underworld.

This could, of course, be the doing of Skivers brother, Edward, seeing as how, with him gone, he could assume command. However that would be taking a risk that it wouldn't start a gang war, something bad for both Gordon, and Eddie. On the other hand, both had a long history of taking big risks like that, so it was still possible. The other two criminals could just be a smokescreen to take suspicions off of him. Or maybe Gordon was just over thinking the situation, and it really was a giant bat running around Gotham.

Get a grip of yourself Gordon, sleep is just beginning to overcome you, the idea of a giant human-bat is preposterous, let-alone in Gotham City. Just cause this place is gruesome and evil doesn't necessarily mean this is something out of a horror movie from the 40's. Does it?

*

"Well Commissioner, it certainly is an interesting development." Minutes after Skivers was found, Jim finally got to calling Commissioner Lloyd and was on his walkie-talkie-phone, with him at that second, telling him of the latest events of the night.

"While it is..." The commissioner began. "I refuse to believe some half human- half bat thing, is running around this city. Lloyds' voice boomed through the machine, and Gordon could almost feel the spit on his face. "Anyway, whatever happened, it's just gonna make things worse. I'm sure you're aware of the possibility of a major gang war breakout, isn't that correct Gordon."

Gordon really couldn't argue with that train of thought, for he was already on it, so, he instead, attempted for a slight change in subject. "I'm no detective, Lloyd, but there wasn't any evidence left out at the scene, like a criminal would have, and no known hallucination drug would work like this. I just got a civilian sighting of some sort of creature, like that as well, by someone who was attacked by the first criminal."

"... And what, exactly, Gordon, are you trying to imply here"

"Well maybe, just maybe, whatever happened tonight is for the better. Did that ever occur to you?"...Yep, I'm definitely not on the best start with the commissioner, Gordon thought.

*

His thoughts nagged on Gordon, all the way back from his first busy night and with him to bed. Laying next to his wife, Barbara, he was having a hard time thinking. He knew that Lloyd was in some sort of conflict with him now, not something that will make his job any easier than it already is. Much of the police force, was, at least, mildly corrupted, and Gordon felt Lloyd wasn't an exception, by any stretch of the imagination. Sure, he was worse off, when he was first a cop, but that was awhile now. At this point in his career, however, he was already on his way to being a commissioner, as it was one of the next steps.

Also, what he had said to Lloyd was really starting to become a possibility to Gordon. While it was true, he didn't really think that there was a man-bat of some sort, in Gotham, a vigilante, of the sorts, was a possibility, even though he would be more likely to dress up a scarecrow or something like that. Sure, it sounded more like a criminal get-up, but so did a gigantic bat. He really wasn't sure what to think, at this point. He snuggled up next to Barbara, hoping he would get everything straightened out soon, but knowing he wouldn't.

*

So, Master Bruce, how was your first night (er, what should I call it), ah, yes, on your "Midnight Patrol", may I ask. Bruce just returned from his first night as Batman, and was being interrogated by Alfred, at the moment.

"I caught three petty thugs, one was Jeffrey Skivers." Bruce wore a grim face.

"Yes, I imagine your, disappointment, that you were not that successful, seeing as how you probably only saved countless lives. Anyway, did you get in well."

"Actually, no, we need something better than a plain car and a behind the room entrance-way, I noticed I could've been seen coming in. I had to hide in the bush to get changed also. How is that cave going?"

"Well, I have finished the computer and the route should be done by the end of next week, your lucky it was already an opened area, with a paved routeway in, or else it would take months, especially considering how it's only me working on it."

"Sorry Alfred, I would help more, but between running a major corporation and now this, I have a bit of a time management issue."

Yes, I can see where that would be possible." Alfred said, with only a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Anyway, all connections between Bruce Wayne and that old car you've been driving have been eliminated"

"Good Alfred. I really appreciate all you've been doing for me." After all, Bruce knew he was the only other person that could work on this, besides himself, partially because he was the only one he trusted enough to keep his secret. For now, he was the only one who even knew about Batman's existence. For now he would remain nothing but a myth. An urban legend, of sorts.

"Yes, I'm sure you do. Anyway, am I to assume that you are to wear your other suit tomorrow night, after you get a good...er, days rest?"

"Wha... Oh yeah, Harvey Dents campaign speech. Harvey, yeah, you assumed correct. Speaking of that clean this suit. It's a little dirty, and I expect I will also wear it tomorrow night, Alfred, thanks again" Bruce was feeling groggy but even through that he knew he believed enough in Harvey Dent to support his campaign to save Gotham as assistant D.A. Now, he knew that it was time to meet him, in person.

*

"So, you're Gotham's legendary billionare playboy, huh? I would probably insult you, if you didn't contribute so much to my campaign." Harvey Dent let out a bout of hearty laughter, and Bruce joined him.

Yep, I just know what you mean Harv, but it's nice to finally be meeting you, y'know. "

Yep, I know just what you mean Bruce. Sorry, but I'm afraid that I really don't have all that much time to chat right now, and I'm busy for the rest of the night, but, it was nice meeting you, honestly, maybe we can chat some other time." Harvey was about to walk out of the area, drink in hand, to prepare for his speech, before Bruce suddenly stopped him, startling him only a bit.

"Oh, Harvey, one more thing"

"Yeah Bruce, what is it."

Who's that, over there." He said pointing to a large man, with black hair which had large streaks of white in it. He was smoking a pipe, talking with Harvey Dents main rival and a well distinguished doctor, along with a Mexican looking man, big, burly, and with a dark complexion. Something seemed odd about the four.

" Oh, him, he's somewhat new to Gotham, another millionare for the city. His name is Rupert Thorne. Between you and me, I don't like him"

"Yeah, between you and me Harvey, there's something I don't like about him as well."

Bruce was left to think about Thorne all the way through the night, knowing his suspicions were true.

*

While Thorne was indeed on the wrong side of the law, no one could prove it, as of then, Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent included. However Thorne knew that the latter had the best chances of exposing him as what he was: A crimeboss. Not that this worried Thorne all that much. After all, he was practically untouchable, with all the power under his command. However, this didn't change that him in D.A.'s office... even as an assistant... could prove to be... disruptive.

Thorne commanded a criminal empire composed of thieves, assassins, serial killers, arsonists, and robbers, among others. He could kill anyone he wanted, whenever he anted, without any suspicions coming his way. Or at least that's how it would be with Dent out of the way. However, he had his thoughts that Harvey wouldn't fall as easily as everyone else could.

Also, between Skivers being captured, just last night, along with this strange creature that supposedly captured him, Thorne knew his arsenal would need to clean up any potential war which would ruin him. However, he expected that whatever captured Skivers would be a problem on a much grander scale, now that there were two who opposed him. This meant that Thorne would most likely have to find away to do his own dirty work in Dent's case, without actually dirtying his hands and revealing himself. He didn't worry much, considering he had just the right plan.

Thorne turned over to the red-clad, dark-haired secretary of his, whom he had just hired, known only as Candice. "So Candy, I trust you've been updated on my situation with Dent.

"I expect you trust correctly Mr. Thorne. I also expect you need my suggestion.

"No, not exactly." Thorne informed her. "I know what to do now though, and I need your opinion, and help on my plan. Of course someone needs to take the fall, someone who I already need out of my way, someone who knows far too much. I do believe you'll agree that a certain Doctor Karl Hellfern fits the bill.

*

48 Hours Ago

Harvey Dent was working in his tiny, cramped office, with an awful lot to do in the next 48 hours, to prepare for his speech. For some strange reason, times like these made him think back to his youth, which he didn't have many memories of. In other thoughts he was still happy about the donations that billionare Bruce Wayne gave to his campaign, but thought he may have an ulterior motive, for the rich were not people he usually trusted, however, somehow, Bruce seemed different, and he hadn't even met the man.

He was thinking about anything at the time, just so the work didn't seem so stressful; painful. But not even thinking about Grace, the girl whom he just met was helping. However, his mind did seem to be distracted when he heard the wind move. Before he could turn over, he heard a cool, chilling voice. It said but two words. "Harvey Dent."

"Wait! What, huh, who's there!" Harvey exclaimed with surprise in his jumbled words, which barely rolled out his mouth.

"Don't Panick." The voice stared up again. "I'm someone like you. I'm someone who wants to save Gotham City. In 24 hours, I will begin a nightlong journey, for that purpose. I assure you, I support you. We're Gotham's last hopes now." The figure said in his raspy voice.

"...And why should I trust you?"

"I really don't think you have any other options." After a period of silence he said one last thing. "I'll keep in touch." He was gone before Harvey could catch him for one last question.

Okay, 2nd off, my friend who is a few years younger than me, and also a big batman fan is a pretty good artist for his age is working with me too make my fanfiction, along with a few other projects, intoa comic. He drew some promo art, which is really cool, but forgot to leave some at my house. I had the prologue, but lost it when my mom painted my room, so i dont hav a scan. We''l set a website up, of some sort, but itll be up anywhere from next month to September, maybe even this month. We live an hour away, so, we might not see each other until 1 to 3 months. Im guessing May, but April is possible also. Ill Keep everyone updated on it.