A Knock Out Gas!

The Manbat (Wayne Bruzinski) stalked the alleyways of Dayton, looking for crime. He had recently heard reports of public defacing and damaging of public property in the area. Wayne decided it was time for the trash in Dayton to be taken out and he was the just the Manbat for the job. Wayne had spent the better part of the evening and night roaming around the downtown area, ever vigilant in his watch for crime. (This, however, is bullshit. Wayne changed at least a dozen times to purchase soda from stores and eat at Taco Bell.)

Earlier that week Wayne had got an idea from an old Bat Man comic in which a villain had used an ether soaked rag to knock out his victim. After searching on the internet Bruzinski acquired the chemicals he needed and made a rag from an old black handkerchief. In his awesomeness Wayne had airbrushed his Manbat symbol on the cloth so it would match his outfit. He would use his new Batrag to take down this defacer of public property.

A patron in one of the nearby bars was kicked out for being an asshole. The man walked into the alley and began to throw around trash cans and he even punched a no parking sign into a nice taco shape. The Manbat witnessed this from afar, "This it it, the man responsible for all the destruction." Wayne whispered to no one. "It's time for the Manbat to take action." Wayne noticed the man was of considerable build compared to his meager figure. 'Glad I got my nighty-night juice." He thought.

Wayne stole his way through the alley and crept up behind the man, who was now enamored with beating a chair to death. Wayne jumped on the man's back after pouring the "sleep" solution in the Batrag. He landed on the man but dropped the rag as he tried to keep a grip on the man's brawny shoulders. The man elbowed Wayne hard and our hero fell to his back. What followed was one of the worst beatings Wayne ever received. His wrist broken and maybe a rib or two, the Manbat slunk back to his Manbatmobile and drove back to the Mancave.

Back at the Mancave Wayne decided he would needs to figure out a way to make knock out gas. It would be far easier to throw it like a bomb rather than get in someone's face. Bruzinski researched several ideas and found a few home brew recipes for sleep or knock out gas. He finally made a bomb from an old tennis ball jar. The jar was filled with two chemicals that, when mixed, will create a cloud and it has the effect to knock people unconscious. Wayne was proud of himself and got to work right a way making holders for the bombs on his belt. Fully suited up the Manbat admired himself in a mirror.

"I am so bad ass. Next mother fucker that thinks he can throw around the Manbat will be surprised!" Wayne yelled at his mirror holding up his newly made bomb.

It was finally, after healing from his beating, it was time to test his creation, so Wayne went out to the old LTD he called the Manbatmobile and piled inside. He couldn't sit with the bombs on his belt so he stowed the jars in the gym bag he carried his suit in and dropped it in the passenger seat. The car revved up and Wayne pulled out of the driveway headed for the highway. "Here I come Dayton, it's time for crime to take a rest!" He yelled.

Wayne was all hopped up in anticipation of his new toy. He drove onto the highway when his new favorite rap song came on the radio. Wayne started drumming on his steering wheel and dashboard, using his gym bag for the bass hits. He sang along changing the lyrics.

"I am the Manbat. I'll take your head and slam that! If you pull a piece, I break your wrist and take your Gat! I'm be the villain trap, getting all the pussy with this hero crap! When I roll on patrol you never see me pass. Cuase yo' pussy ass be sleepin' from my knock out gas!" Wayne slammed his hand on the gym bag as he said gas, breaking the knock out bomb open. The car began to fill with a thick white cloud.

Wayne put his head back with his eyes closed and screamed, "I am the Manbat..." It was choked off as the gas struck him. Wayne had successfully made CS gas, a strong chemical police and the army used for riot situations. The "bomb" did not make Wayne pass out but his eyes teared up and he choked on his spit. Snout ran from his nose as he vomited down the front of his Manbat costume. He couldn't see through the windshield because of the cloud, but that didn't matter anyway, his eyes stung so bad. He veered the car into oncoming traffic and slammed head on into a semi truck. He was killed instantly.