I wish batman would use actual bats as weapons.

Instead of beating people up, he would just find out where they are and unleash a biblical amount of the flying little beasties in their general area. He wouldent even have to show up. Think about it. You are some sort of underpaid henchman, just unloading brick after brick of columbian out of the van, thinking about how much overtime you are going to have to do with no human resource officer to talk to.

The light coming through the windows gets dimmer and dimmer, until theirs barely any light coming in at all. You're thinking at this point "is there an eclipse I forgot about?" its dark in there. Too dark to see where to drop this 50lb brick of Colombian. You actually appreciate the break, thinking it will be over soon enough.

The minuets tick by, your officer is starting to get uneasy. You hear him shuffling towards the door, whispering curses. He didn't get this job to put up with this. He's doing it so he can keep his daughter in school he keeps telling himself. He didn't even want this promotion.

The shuffling is replaced with the sound of him unlocking the security bolts, and then nothing but screaming. You hear your co-workers screaming too, you join in just from the shock of it all. Just screaming in the darkness. Tiny golden rays of light pour in from the doorway. Shadows of a nearly infinite number of tiny creatures coat the walls like the devils own disco ball. You feel tiny impacts all around your body. Somewhere in the rooms, someone manages to turn on the lights. The screaming gets louder. You cant even tell if you are screaming anymore. You cant see the exit. All you can see is bats. Too numerous to see anything else. More bats than air. Twisting and turning into a flying carpet of horror.

You drop down to the ground in the fetal position. You're crying now. You just want whatever is happening to end. Is this hell? Am I dead? I should have cleaned up after juvy.

After what seems like an eternal darkness, It ends. Almost quickly as it started. You dont bother telling anyone that you are done with the life. They all know. they are too. They all leave as quickly as you do. You're going back to school. This must have been a message from God, or Satan. it doesn't really matter to you.