Batman/Robin: Doubt St. (Part 3)

Vigilant idealists, crusaders of the modern Windy City, seek to challenge an evil invader, the Hungarian, in a time of inventive chances.

A bright/sharp Batman and Robin (DC Comics) fanfiction for your Thanksgiving-November Saturday's Eve (trilogy). Thanks so much for reading, 

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Batman and Robin had become special chase-crusaders for things of capitalism ethos defense in their Western arena, the Windy City (also known as 'Gotham') and still evaded overground detection as masked vigilantes. No one (still) knew that their capitalism-investor identities for Earthling lives as Mr. Amlan Satan and Mr. Marcus Raki were completely hidden while they tracked the invader 'alien' of their (shared) city of dreams/fortunes in the 21st-Century, an eerie super-terrorist who was known as the Hungarian. Batman and Robin had infiltrated a rather-ugly 'blood-diamond' operation for consumerism/insurance integrity know pre-arrival of the Hungarian who'd caught all their attention for night-vision and extrapolated their special Halloween-time heroics for social media knowledge of traffic-stories (for sanity fiction).

THE HUNGARIAN RA'S: So, you're to race with Batman post-midnight tonight!

SENTINEL: Lord, I assure you the post-12am race will shake-streets while you fight.

THE HUNGARIAN RA'S: Yes, so I'll allow this Batman-ally, Robin, to sword-fight, ok.

SENTINEL: The Batman shall race with me in the streets by car; you fight Robin.

THE HUNGARIAN RA'S: I conceded to this sword-fencing contest with Robin, ok.

SENTINEL: You conceded this late-night game, lord, because Batman's racing me!

THE HUNGARIAN RA'S: Should Batman prove mediocre, I'll parallel with sword-art.

SENTINEL: That's perfect sanity, lord; if Batman's no-racer, you'll down Robin too.

THE HUNGARIAN RA'S: Batman and Robin seek gossip; we'll give them a game.

SENTINEL: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Batman did make the race for auto-gossip in his cool Audi, amped up with speed-boosters, as he promised; and Robin was invited concurrently into the underground lair of the Hungarian (Ra's), where he'd parallel Batman's road-race challenge with a sword-fight recording for cool fencing gossip on social media. The Hungarian had made for Windy City ('Gotham') fortune-jitters stories and had to accept this game-dare posed by the heroic masked vigilantes, Batman and Robin, who wanted to see if the Hungarian invader 'alien' would accept the same dosages of streets-challenges contests of risk he had crafted for 21st-Century terrorism superstitions for know-art (ok!).

BATMAN: How's this Saturday's sweet and sour chicken treating your spirits, Robin?

ROBIN: Nice post-triumph diner-feel for a Windy City reflection of things good, sir.

BATMAN: I found miracle-luck out-speeding that Sentinel on road-curves for jump.

ROBIN: I synchronized your fortune, Batman my friend, with fencing-win, ha.

BATMAN: We're a perfect hospitality-defense duo for shared luck against evil now.

ROBIN: I wonder if I'd have stalemated the Hungarian in fencing had you crashed.

BATMAN: I wonder if I'd have crashed in my Sentinel-race had your sword soured.

ROBIN: Street word's the Hungarian Selfie-exiled for private Euro-investments.

BATMAN: Had his vanity not been quieted, he'd have blown up Gotham Aquarium.

ROBIN: We win this round, against terrorism/evil; post-triumph with diamonds, ok!

BATMAN: Earthling sweet and sour chicken is diner-sun post-wins in arm, Robin.

ROBIN: Cool (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)