Kevin's Watch

Mr Fixit wrote:Bruce and Dick’s Vacation

It was supposed to be a vacation; a chance to escape the darkness and depravity of Gotham nights. A chance to get off earth, and relax in an ancient, alien castle. Not that the people of Southerland Castle looked in any way different than Dick or me. In fact, they even spoke English, though theirs was more a derivative of the King’s English.

But, instead of playing blackjack in the Southerland Casino, or sunning ourselves on the sandy shores of the Theremann Sea, Dick and I found ourselves stalking the bowels of Southerland Castle in search of our usual prey, the criminal dregs of society who too often preyed on the weak and innocent, which now included King Daniel’s beautiful daughter, Rhinda. As we followed her trail downward, we passed several curious machines, alien in origin, yet suspiciously familiar in function. Also, there were dozens of small tunnels hewn into the bedrock beneath the castle, all heading outward form the slowly arcing corridor we were traversing. Once again, we came to another downward staircase, and heard voices coming from the bottom, arguing over something, presumable Rhinda. Then footsteps, running up the stairs towards us too lightly to be a man. Dick and I crouched into one of the smaller tunnels as the lovely, yet clearly disheveled Rhinda bounded past us. Dick and I prepared ourselves for battle, but there were no sounds of pursuit; the two men just continued to argue. It was then that the rumbling started, followed by the smell of oil and ozone. My suspicions were correct; and we needed to make a hasty retreat. Forgetting justice for the moment, we ran further down the tunnel, and towards daylight. Finally, we reached the end of the tunnel, and flung ourselves into a trench before the pursuing flames could scorch us. As the dust and ashes settled, we saw in front of us the devastated remnants of what appeared to be an invading army of some sort. We then looked skyward to see Southerland Castle ascending to the heavens. Dick looked at me and said “Holy Launch Button, Bruce; did you know that Southerland Castle was in fact a spaceship?”