Doggone Cape(rs)

Meanwhile at the Mancave, AKA, a shitty studio apartment...

Wayne had been following a lead on a rash of break-ins at local junkyards and had a payoff one night when he realized the burglars were moving from east to west hitting all locations on the way. The Manbat grabbed his keys from the Batmug and bolted out to his LTD to drive to his nearby junkyard.

After three nights of watching the yard his patience proved fruitful. He witnessed three men in ski masks scale the fence and move to the small building that housed the managers office and garage. "Time to take out the junk." Wayne whispered as he tip-toed to the fence.

Looking up he noticed the eight foot high fence was crowned by barbed wire. He figured it wouldn't be a problem after seeing three men pass over with little difficulty. Wayne slapped his cape behind him and started to ascend the chain links. He slipped a few times and decided to take off his combat boots to gain better traction.  He climbed to the top and carefully planted his feet between the barbs. He miss placed his foothold and he felt a sharp pain in his ankle.

"AAH FUCK" he yelled as he fell off the fence into the junk yard. Before he hit he the ground, he stopped as his PVC cape tightened around his throat. Looking up The Manbat saw his cape had become hopelessly entangled in the barbed wire, leaving the Manbat hanging two feet from the ground. The boots he took off slipped from his shoulder and landed on a trash can stirring up quite the racket in the yard. Suddenly from nowhere he heard  terrifying growling and could only uselessly flail his arms as three large Bull Mastiffs came hauling balls from deep within the piles of defunct automobiles.

The dogs were on Wayne fast and started biting his feet and tearing the vinyl from his legs. The Manbat, in a matter of moments was reduced from would-be hero to puppy chow. His screams alerted the burglars and they managed to slip away as the dogs feasted on the bat flavored pinata.

When Wayne Bruzinski's body was fond his legs were missing from the knees down. The authorities blamed the junkyard thefts on Bruzinski and felt he got what was coming to him. All the dogs were deemed heroes and their owner was damn proud of it.