I woke up, hearing sirens in the distance, and gunshots and screams next door. I woke up with a terrible migraine, and what do I hear in the morning, sounds that worsen it. And as I got out of a bed, my head hurting from all the noise, I pulled myself to the bathroom.
Turning on the sink, I rinsed my face, clearing my eyes before drying it with a towel. I looked at myself in the mirror, my long white hair, disheveled, the dark circles around my crimson red eyes. I looked at myself up and down, my calloused hands, and the bruises from the constant bullying.
I sighed, before brushing my teeth, and putting on my school's uniform before heading out. My eyes lingered at the empty dining/living room, hearing a faint, "see ya later son", and a blurry image of my old man.
In his police uniform, a smile on his tired face, before leaving the door. For a brief moment my migraine stopped, and the entire world was quiet for once, and then everything turned back to normal.
I picked up my hoodie jacket, backpack, and put on my shoes. I headed out of my apartment door, hearing footsteps coming up, officers began running through the hall, some of them I recognize as my Pops drinking buddies.
After leaving my apartment building getting to school was a difficult, with muggers trying to get a quick steal, and people being people.
Getting mugged first thing in the morning wasn't something I wanted to deal with. So, like with every problem I faced, I ran.
I ran as fast as I could, expertly weaving through crowds of people, until I reached my school. When I got there, I looked at the entrance, no assholes there. But to play it safe I went through the back entrance of the school. I made sure to follow the crowd, making sure that I wasn't in anyone's point of view, before I felt I got spotted. I turned to see who it was, but they vanished, I was then shoved to the wall by the assholes I was trying to avoid.
And for your sake, I won't describe the frail egos they have, just that they're rich boys with only their daddy's money to save them from repercussions.
I looked at them, hiding the pain with a smirk, before saying," So the bitch boys are back to pound on little ole me again?" I finished with a sly smile.
All three turned red, but before they could do anything else, a teacher showed up. Breaking us up, and making them run away, while the teacher escorted me to the principal's office. I was in there again for the 5th time already. I got here in the most prestigious school in Gotham thanks to Waynes Enterprises Scholarship, but since I've got here, I was only met with scorn and ridicule.
My migraine from earlier was getting worse, as the hit I took on the wall was making things worse, and as the principal called me in to his office. I stood up, only for me to stumble as my world turned to black, Hearing the worried call of my principal before getting knocked out.
The thing about collapsing in school is you'll be escorted to the nurse's office to get some rest if it was only out of exhaustion.
But when I came to, I could smell the familiar scent of a sterilized hospital room, I opened my eyes slowly. Letting my eyes adjust to the bright room, before sitting up, only to get caught on something.
I looked down to see that I was handcuffed. Why was I handcuffed? Before I could regain my bearings, someone opened the door to my hospital room, and as I looked over, I was shocked to see Batman.
Batman, the vigilante fighting Gotham's underbelly for years, was standing in the same room as me. But why though? And as I racked my brain to come up with the answer, the handcuffs, the migraine I had the whole day. The worried call of my principal, what did I do when I was unconscious to warrant Batman, the batman. To get involved with a high school kid.
He may have saw my bewilderment since he spoke up, saying, "Seeing as you have no idea what you did after collapsing, it must have been the first time this happened to you," I looked more confused as to what he was talking about.
He then pulled out a tablet, showing a paused video, he pushed play. Showing a video of me on a rampage, I was surrounded by darkness, teleporting through shadows. Tears flowed through my eyes as I fought batman, getting in hits before I saw my surrogate uncle and chief of police show up, and then I stopped.
Batman seeing this, looked over to Uncle James, it seemed as if his presence changed something. Uncle James looked shocked, before seeing my tears, and soon yelled out, " Mathew! Is that you kid," It looked as if my name was some kind of trigger. As the darkness was slowly revealed my tear-stricken face.
As I saw myself cry like that, tears came to my eyes, and feeling I hid away came out. I tried to stop the tears, but they kept coming, as Uncle James called out to me.
Saying, " I know that after your pops died you never been the same!" As more of the darkness was peeled back. He continued, "But what would he think of you if he sees his son like this? Consumed by grief and anger, and lashing out at the world," The darkness receded enough to see my shaking body.
He then got close, even when the others told him to stop, he then hugged me. And as if all was right with the world, the world lit up, and the darkness vanished. Leaving an unconscious me in the arms of Uncle James. He then yelled out for a medic, before the video stopped, as I silently cried Batman then patted my shoulder.
He then said, "It looks like you have the power to manipulate both light and darkness, and it depends on the emotions your feeling," I looked up at him with both awe and sadness.
Batman then said, "If it will be okay with you, I'd like to have you live with me to train your powers, so you can enough control to not let your emotions influence your powers," I looked down in thought.
If I could do that much damage with me unconscious and out of control, how much powerful would I'd be with me in control? The thought scared me; I saw the damaged I caused and didn't want that to happen when I'm in control.
Batman must've seen my distress, as he then said, "You may feel that your darkness manipulation would be more dangerous than your light manipulation, right?" I nodded in affirmation.
He continued on saying," But what I saw was physical enhancement, teleportation, and shape manipulation, all harmless if controlled with the intent to protect." He then went onto say, "Your light manipulation however may have more potential for harm even if controlled with the intent to protect" He finished with hand raised out.
I took it, with a smile saying," My name is Mathew Foster, if what you say is true, then I'll take your word for it." And as the day went by, the knowledge that my powers were more like the ying yang symbol. Dark with light inside one half, with the other half being, light with dark inside lifted my spirits about my Dark half.