I’m helping out with a local Easter Egg hunt, when I see one of the kids named Brutus (I know, what were his parents thinking, right?) look to either side, then descend on another kid like a malevolent Batman. A quick scuffle, then Brutus drags the kid into the bushes in a rear naked choke. Shortly after, he emerges with a fuller Easter basket. WTF? I walk up to Brutus and tap him on the shoulder. He spins, drops into a horse stance, and punches me in the nuts. As I fall to the ground, he holds a No. 2 pencil to my carotid artery and hisses, “These eggs are MINE, halfwit. Nod if you understand.” I fumble open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. An adolescent Bruce Wayne bursts from the shrubs. A quick, violent exchange ensues. Brutus lunges forward with a double jab, then a cross, but Bruce counters—block, trap, chop, punch—and Brutus stumbles away, clutching his throat. He draws another Faber No.2 but Bruce is on him in a flash, locking his wrist in a compliance hold. He whispers to Brutus, “I’ve been trained by assassins, champion fighters, and monks from Nanda Parbat. It’s not that you don’t have a chance; it’s that you NEVER had one.” He delivers a chain of knees into Brutus’s groin, and the bully falls to the ground, moaning in agony. Bruce gives me a solid nod, then disappears.
Kids, even the sociopaths, can’t be beaten. That’s when you call for a tiny Batman. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.1 AND Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here: Echo on other platforms