There are other threads similar to this (MisfitH’s I AM THE KNIGHT challenge comes to mind), but here, you only get one sentence to tell your part of the story. Build off the last post as we try to come together as a community to build an epic DC saga!
As night fell upon Gotham City, Bruce Wayne donned his cape and cowl in the heart of the Batcave.
His heart felt leaden, but every molecule of his body felt ready-- at its peak.
Alfred approached him slowly, carrying a tray
As he removed the cloche, the faithful butler offered a sly smile.
The tray contained the Dark Knight’s greatest weakness: cookies-n-cream ice cream.
For little did anyone know, the Wayne family had a long, dark history of lactose intolerance.
It started with James Vaine, great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather to Bruce.
But Bruce, of course, picked off of Alfred’s always well-prepared tray the bat lactose-safe lozenge, and was ready for any and all lactose products that might come his way.
Once he had finished the ice cream, he was ready to don his mask and fight crime.
Oh no! While Bruce dilly dallyed with icecream, condiment king struck
“Aaaah. I’m so scared,” said Gotham’s citizens sarcastically as they feigned terror at the sight of CK’s twin ketchup and mustard guns.
Mertle saw the Condiment King and said “Oh no, I spilled the mustard.”
Franz said “But Mertle, you’re not holding any…oh.”.
Luckily, Batman wasn’t the only hero in town.
Robin dropped out of the night like a brat out of hell, the edge of his Katana glistening hungrily in the streetlights-- and, upon slight of Condiment King-- Robin clutched at his stomach and fell to his knees laughing uncontrollably.
At first, it seemed an innocent laugh. One of amusement at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, but the laugh didn’t stop. It got louder and louder.
Condiment King looked on in utter confusion, his ketchup and mustard guns drooping to his sides.
Huntress dropped from another building’s fire escape-- slamming a single elbow into Condiment King’s face, knocking him out instantly; out of the corner of her eye, she saw Robin rolling around on the ground, laughing-- she waited, expecting to hear Oracle say softly, “Don’t kick him, Helena,” in her ear.
What Robin and the unperturbed citizens did not know, is that the ketchup and mustard… were GENERIC!
The reason they are GENERIC was that it wasn’t ordinary condiments it was a condiment bomb and Generic is cheaper.