Ronnie Arrives: The Dark Knight
This was not what he had expected and yet it fit him perfectly.
The last few weeks had been crazy; he wished for more, better, and now he was standing in front of a mirror looking at himself except that it wasn’t him staring back. Somehow he was no longer little Ronnie from Searchlight, but The Dark Knight, Batman. Armor seemed as if it were painted on his muscled frame. Cape hung from shoulders to the middle of his calves, and the cowl looked fierce. Lights from the venue shimmered in the symbol of the bat emblazoned on his chest and for once in his life Ronnie felt as if he could take on the world and didn’t have to be afraid. He felt taller, sharper.
“Wow,” uttered Batman, voice gravelly. No one would be able to recognize him like this and that was alright. If Noah was here, he didn’t care, because the Dark Knight was about to rise.