BRUCE AND TOMMY, PT. 1
"Bruce!" said Bruce's secretary, Selina, entering the room. "You're the C.E.O of Wayne Enterprises, not Ferris Bueller."
"I think I'd know if I were Matthew Broderick." said Bruce.
"Well how come you haven't shown up the last few weeks?" Selina asked.
"I'm busy..." he replied.
"Yeah, you're supposed to be busy being HERE, at your JOB." she said.
"I'm rich, do I need a job?" he asked.
Selina sighed and left the room angrily.
Suddenly, Bruce heard police sirens and gunshots.
"Time for my real job." he said.
Meanwhile, at an unknown location...
"Get to work, we don't pay you to slack off!" said Red Hood. "Mr. H ain't gonna like this! Faster! Faster!"
Red Hood, a lackey of "Mr. H", was in charge of several people working to make a dangerous toxin, that caused who ever inhaled it or had it injected into them to hallucinate, seeing their worst fears.
"NoW, NoW, JaSOn, Yelling doesn't GeT YoU wHat YoU WaNT..." said Mr. H from behind Red Hood.
"Wha--- oh, it's you boss." said Red Hood. "So far we got 12 batches of this stuff."
"TwELve?" asked Mr. H "WhAT HavE YoU BeEn DoIng ThIs WhOlE tImE?"
"Sorry, boss." said Red Hood, fearing what his boss might do to him. "We'll get going! FASTER, YOU GUYS! GOD!"
"LiStEn, jAsOn, i'LL LeT YOu GeT AwAy WiTh It aS lOnG aS YoU SpEeD uP YoUr pRoGrEsS." said Mr. H.
"Okay, w-w-we'll speed it up, boss." said Red Hood.
"gOoD..." said Mr. H, leaving the room.
"Speed it up!" said Red Hood. "Faster! Faster!"
TO BE CONTINUED...