=The Death Room=<br/><br/>Stein puffed on his cigarette as he worked on a machine which seemed to be whirring and emitting strange light. "Almost theeere..." He smiled creepily as he typed in some commands on his computer.<br/><br/>Lord Death had gathered the Spartoi team members of Black*Star & Tsubaki, Maka and Soul-Eater Evans, and Death the Kid & Liz and Patty.<br/><br/>"I have called you all here because-"<br/><br/>A loud beeping began to sound from Stein's weird machine. "Stein! Could you keep it down?" Lord Death asked.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Spirit asked Death.<br/><br/>"Positive! What could go wrong with peeking into another dimension?" Lord Death asked cheerfully.<br/><br/>Maka sweatdropped, "Why are you wanting us here again?"<br/><br/>"In case anything goes wrong and something bad comes through the portal!" Lord Death said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.<br/><br/>Suddenly a large portal appeared in the room, it showed something...<br/><br/>A young boy with dark hair watching his parents be gunned down by a mugger in an alley.<br/><br/>The boy, now a young man, departing for a journey where he learned every fighting style,  science and deduction method known to man. Black*Star would notice the man was trained by ninjas at one point!<br/><br/>Maka was transfixed, as well as the others.<br/><br/>"I know the rage that drives you, Bruce. That impossible anger strangling the grief." One of the man's masters said sagely.<br/><br/>The man came home and attempted some sort of vigilantism, he failed and lay bleeding in a lounge chair as he talked deliriously to a bust of his dead father:<br/><br/>"Twelve years. And the ache is still fresh. Like a raw angry nerve. But this isn't about healing. I'm not looking for closure."<br/><br/>"I've tried to be patient. I've tried to wait. But I have to know. How, Father? How do I do it? What do I use to make them afraid? If I ring the bell, Alfred will come. Another of your gifts, Father. But I'd rather die than wait another hour. I've already waited 18 years. Eighteen years since all sense left my life."<br/><br/>The scene changed to show the man dressed in a rather frightening costume with bat ears and a cape. He was shown frightening criminals who thought he was some sort of inhuman monster, brutally interrogating thugs for information, and above all fighting entire groups of criminals, no matter if they held a gun or a pipe, and subduing them efficiently and with extremely crazy skill. He used a grappling hook and some sort of throwable bat-shaped weapon to assist him.<br/><br/>He was shown doing things like leaping on top of speeding cars and punching his fist through the window and yanking people out to throw them easily. He also was shown working with a ginger haired and mustached police Commissioner named Jim Gordon under the identity of a vigilante known as 'the Batman'.<br/><br/>"This reminds me of those comic books I've seen you reading, Black*Star." Maka commented.<br/><br/>"Wait, something's going wrong here." Stein said from his chair at the computer linked up to the machine.<br/><br/>"MAKA PAY ATTENTION TO ME!" Spirit shouted as he was seen smashing the side of the large whirring machine.<br/><br/>"YOU IDIOT!" Death gave Spirit a headsplitting Reaper Chop. But it was too late, the damage had been done.<br/><br/>The machine began to smoke and spit out large beams of light that went in all directions before it exploded itself.<br/><br/>Sid burst into the death room and ran towards the explosion, "What the hell's happened!? There's portals flying all through the sky and I hear this explosion-"<br/><br/>As the smoke cleared to reveal everyone was alright, there was ONE difference from before...<br/><br/>A tall muscular figure wearing an outfit with a bat-logo on his chest, and a dark pointed cowl with a long cape and wearing a utility belt stood in their midst.<br/><br/>The vigilante from the window that the machine made.