Like every good superhero story/movie needs a good origin story but mine... mine isn't good. When I was a kid a would read comics mostly DC or MARVEL. My favourite superhero of all time is... Batman. Why? because of his personality and how Bruce Wayne is batman's mask. When I read one of the comics or watch the latest movie I would fell something, like I was Batman. That was 9 years ago now I'm 19 I live with my mom. My parents divorced when I was twelve. I've dropped out of school my name is Damien Stallen not Damien Wayne. And this is how it all began...

This story starts me in my bedroom with sissors and cloth and a hotglue gun. 2 hours later I had finished my costum I put it on and climbed onto the roof from my window. Then jumped... "gimme your wallet or you die!" a dirty old toothless man pointed a revolver at a tall man with a warm soft black jacket. I watched them from the shadows of darkness. "HEY!" I shouted at him he turned round "HA HA HA HEE HA HO HE HA HA!" the man laughed he pointed his gun at me and slowly pulled the metal tiger and shot me and took the other mans wallet and run out of the street. The puddle I was lying in was turning red with blood and I closed my eyes... 

 I was awake in the hospital. Every thing was a blur. I couldn't speak. I was tierd and just shut my eyes again... "Hello mr Stallen. I'm here to speak with you next week you can leave and go home but to be sure we're leaving you here for a few more days' ok?" the doctor spoke sadly. MONDAY-I was leaving the prison. I got into my moms car. She was angry as the devil himself. "Don't ever do that again you stupid boy!" "Ok mom, I'm sorry" but of course I did do it!