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Ebenezer Batson scowled, as he saw the dust covered box marked “Marilyn” sitting in a far corner of his large attic. However as he rummaged through the box and saw a letter marked to “Bruce Wayne” his greedy eyes lit up in excitement. He quickly scanned through the letter making sure its what he thinks it is.
“Just like my slut sister” he thought to himself. “Cheats on her husband, has a kid, goes and gets herself killed and I have to look after the kid, good thing I dealt with that”.
He grabbed a piece of paper and hurriedly scrawled a note.
“Dear Mr Wayne, this is a letter from my dearly departed sister, I have only just discovered its existence and immediately though you ought to know its contents. You have a son Mr Wayne, I have been looking after the boy parents tragically left us, but knowing your reputation I assume you would like to keep the boy. I will however like some financial compensation. After all I have feed him and clothed him for years out of my own pocket. Please contact me.”
“That will do” he thought, slipping both letters in to an envelope and swiftly delivering them to the post office.
“Now I just need to find that horrible little boy”
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Billy Batson was having a bad day.
First someone had broken into his apartment, if you could call it that, it was a tiny room walls coved with damp and cracks in a derelict building that the city planners has deemed unsafe but were too lazy to tear down.
The burglars had stolen his only blanket, all his food and the small amount of money he had managed to save by doing odd jobs.
He was thankful he had left his stuffed tiger, Tawky Tawny, at the House of Mystery after his lesson the day before.
As it was still early he decided to try to finds some work, to make up the money he lost.
After a full day of rejections he finally found an old man who was willing to pay him for his help loading and unloading his car.
After he has finished, when he was returning home from helping to unload Mr Davidsons groceries and making 10 dollars, He was mugged.
“Shit” He thought when he saw the boys communing towards him, cornering him in an ally. He knew he couldn’t uses his powers in front this this many people, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight.
He through a punch, and got one back.
“Ahh” he cried flying backwards from the force.
“Look kids we just want your money, give it us and you don’t get hurt more, got it?”
“Come and get it” replied Billy determination filling him as he launched him self at one of the boys.
“FUCK, he just bit me” cried the boy.
Another punch and billy was out like a light.
When he got up he had a black eye, bruised ribs and no money.
“Maybe I should go to Constantine’s” He though gingerly touching his eye one arm around his ribs.
“No, I don’t want to be a bother to him or Mr Chas, they already do so much for me”.
He walked home alone, sun setting in the distance.
As soon as he arrived he collapsed onto his make shift bed and immediately fell asleep.
He woke up sometime later, yawning, noting a slight tugging feeling at the back of his head, as if he was forgetting something.
It was only as he checked his watch he realised he was TWO HOURS LATE FOR MONITER DUTY.
Suddenly awake, he sprinted towards the window, jumped out and in mid-air shouted out “SHAZAM” suddenly transforming from the scrawny 12 year-old to the immortal, champion of magic Captain Marvel. Rocketing towards the nearest Zeta tube he knew he was so dead.
He finally managed to get home after a five hour extended monitor duty and a 42 minute lecture from Superman about “Responsibilities” all while Diana watched in disappointment, Barry and Hal amusement and Victor in sympathy.
When he collapsed into his bed for the second time that day, he thought:
“Tomorrow will be different, I know it.”
Little did he known how right he was