So I'm heading off to class the other day - I was a little late as I'd been kept quite busy sleeping in. But I got up in what should have been just enough time, if I walked a bit faster than normal. Anyway, I've gone up, through the carpark and I was walking thropugh this little corridor thing when I see this group of people crowded around an intersection further up.
Being the nosy bugger that I am, and given that my university has, several times in the past, been visited by sausage selling naked women, I decided to have a bit of a sticky beak at what theywere looking at, despite the fact that I was still a little late. So I diverted and looked over some shoulders as I walked past - it wasn't the prettiest siget in the world - a guy, dark skin, bit shorter than me - was laying on the ground, blood coming out of a long, thin gash in his abdomen. I had a bit of a look, but the guy was being looked after and I was still pretty late, so I just kind of took note and kept walking.
I was kind of worried - the guy looked like he'd been stabbed after all, but I figured people wouldn't have been standing around like that if it wasn't safe, so I wasn't super worried. That was, until I saw the next group - and the next group - and the next group. All in all, five people had had stab wounds of various severity - and all on the way to my lecture theatre.
Now, I was getting a little freaked out here, but the kicker didn't hit me until afetr I'd rounded the final corner. There, standing out the front of my lecture theatre, was a man - a tall man, dressed in tighht black rubber and a cape, which seemed like a silly choice - it was a pretty warm morning.
He turned around and looked at me, but didn't respond. The mask hid his face, but he looked far from happy.
"Batman? What happened?"
Again, no response, but he held up his hand, palm up. One glint of the sun on the metal was all it took.
"You didn't! You weren't..."
"Yes! I admit it! I was... I was... running with scissors!"
"Batman! Why? Didn't your parents ever tell you not to run with scissors?"
"My parents died before they could impart their wisdom to me."
"Oh yeah... point."
"I know that there is nothing I can do to atone for this terrible crime..."
"Actually" I said, "You could turn yourself in to the police - they'll probably be looking for you."
He kept going - Im not sure if he heard me.
"But I swear, I will devote my life to protecting innocents and fighting crime, so that no others must have their lives cut so tragically short!"
"Err... don;t you do that anyway?"
"Well, Kinda I guess."
"You know we do have a pretty decent justice system here - we could put you in gaol or something?"
"Perhaps, but... OH MY GOD! LOOK OVER THERE!"
And then he threw a smoke bomb on the ground. A few seconds later, when the smoke had cleared, he had disappeared. But I'm pretty sure he was just hiding behind a plant.