He asked around to some of his friends that he knew could do computers good to see if they could help him learn to be proficient enough with an art program to make a logo that was better than the shitty one he made in 5 minutes.
Wayne got some training from his buddy Jimmy, who was an artist in every sense of the word. He could draw, he could color, and he also played in a band called "Positive Procedure". Jimmy was kind of a douche and thought that he knew everything about everything, but he was The Manbat's best chance in this case.
After a few weeks of learning a free art program, Wayne was ready to both make a logo, and kill Jimmy. The guy was insufferable. "Fuck it" he thought to himself. He shook Jimmy's hand and headed to the car.
The drive home felt like forever, but Bruzinski kept himself entertained with fantasies about how he would have a new suit and a whole new outlook on crime fighting. He was going to turn this into a motherfucking brand. The thought had even crossed his mind to register for a start up project on the internet so people could give him money to make all his awesome shit. "I will be the CEO of Manbat LLC" he said to himself, "Who knows where this could lead, maybe I'll start my own League of Heroes".
The caped vigilante pulled up to his house and excitedly ran inside. He turned on the computer and started singing while he waited for it to boot up.
"Manbat, Manbat, he's the motherfuckin' Manbat. Manbat, Manbat, bad guys go kersplat".
Finally the computer had loaded to the desktop. Bruzinski fired up his free art program and did all the things that Jimmy had shown him. Here's what he came up with.
That was going to look tits on his new costume. Wayne was getting a quarter chub just thinking about it. He immediately opened up an internet merchandising store and made Manbat mouse pads, coffee mugs, shirts, hats, etc. "They say the Manbat is a motherfuckin' pimp" he said as he proceeded to order one of everything from his own store. Bruzinski spent $174.76 on his own swag.
The next morning he logged in to his online store. There was a message saying "you have money waiting in your account". He clicked on a series of links to navigate to the "accept payment" page. There was an amount of $934.16 waiting for him. "WOW!" he exclaimed as he hit the "bank transfer" button. He was going to spend that money purely on Manbat LLC.
About a month and $7000 dollars later, Bruzinski received a message on his online store. It was a cease and desist order from the popular movie studio that made movies and merchandise for a certain bat superhero. They said that the image he was using was too close to one of their trademarked logos and that he had to take all merchandise down within 24 hours to avoid consequences.
Wayne typed a reply email to them that looked like this;
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Dear (REDACTED),
I am corresponding to your order to cease and desist the sale of my Manbat line of products. It has come to my attention that our logos seem to be similar, but I am sure there is a way that we can work through this.
I will continue to sell my merchandise and you will get over it. If not I will stomp your guts out of your fucking asshole like a tube of toothpaste.
Fuck with me, I dare you.
Eat my shit,
Wayne Beauregard Bruzinski
P.S. I am the bat that rules the night.
P.P.S. I am the bat that fights for what's right.
P.P.S.S. I will fuck you up like a god damned accident.
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2 days later Bruzinski got a call from the lawyers of the company. They were travelling to Dayton to meet with another client and they told him that they would like to meet with him to give him one last chance to pull his product line. Wayne agreed to the meeting but told them they had to meet him on his terms. He gave them an address in Chillicothe and told them to come alone.
The meeting was in 2 days. The Manbat had to set the stage. This was going to be a sweet symphony. A symphony of blood and death.
The night of the meeting was upon him. Wayne was at his training camp, the address for which he gave the lawyers. He had all his fail safes in place. These guys were going to know the full fury of The Caped Vigilante. He started to fantasize about the meeting. "I'm fucking brilliant" he shouted into the rafters. Just then he heard the crunching of gravel under tires.
The Manbat grabbed his supplies and headed for higher ground. He left the door to the "lobby" open for the men. Inside there was a puzzle for them to solve involving the key to the next door. That would keep them occupied long enough for him to complete phase 1. Once he was on the roof, Bruzinski picked up his crossbow and shot the two tires out facing him on the lawyers car. "Phase one complete" he reported to himself, "on to phase two".
The Caped Vigilante entered his secret roof hatch with enough time to grab a bag of peanuts so he could enjoy the show. A couple of moments later the door opened an the first lawyer, a man of average height and build, walked through. "OH MY FUCKING GOD" the other man exclaimed as he watched his partner's head explode off of his shoulders in a mass of bloody gore. Wayne had rigged a pressure plate that caused two logs bound with rope, to release simultaneously. The logs met together in the middle of their swing, crushing the man's head with so much force that it showered over the room. As the logs swung down they activated another trap which slid a large metal plate over the exit door, trapping the remaining man inside the warehouse.
What happened next was not exactly what Wayne had foreseen. The remaining man walked about 10 steps into the warehouse and collapsed. Laying on the floor he pulled out his wallet. He flipped through some papers and produced a picture of his family. The man curled up into the fetal position and cried his wife and daughter's names over and over.
Then Wayne was standing over him.
"GET UP" he yelled at the lawyer. All the man could do is shiver and cry incoherently. The Manbat helped him to his feet by grabbing his hair and yanking him up. "What's your name asshole" he shouted at the lawyer. "Chad" he sniveled. "Well Chad, welcome to my world" Wayne said as he grasped his cape with both hands and flourished it.
Bruzinski marched Chad into an area that had a single barber's chair. He tied him to the seat with some black nylon rope. When the man was finally secure, Wayne started to think about what to say to him. For a long time he just stared at him. Finally The Manbat approached him. He grabbed the man by the collar, pressing his face in close and screaming with a guttural voice "WHY YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?". Chad instantly shat himself, but said nothing. Wayne repeated himself two more times in the same tone of voice. With resignation, Chad said "I'm not trying to kill you", but he could barely get the words to come out.
The Manbat whirled around and stormed off. He got about 4 paces away when he turned on the man, rushing back in on him and grabbing him up. Wayne held him there for 2 seconds and yelled in the same guttural voice "WHERE IS HE" over and over again until the lawyer was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. Somehow he managed to say "Who?". Bruzinski had heard enough. He spun a full 360 and backfisted the man right in the jaw. Chad spat a broken molar to the ground and sobbed.
Wayne kept Chad in the warehouse the entire weekend, torturing him at random. Finally, on Sunday afternoon, he let him out of his bindings. "Choose, choose and perish" he said to him. "I don't understand" Chad replied. "There are 3 exit doors, two are booby trapped and one isn't" Wayne lied. All 3 were trapped. "I see" said the weary man. "So if I pick the right door I can go free?" he asked. Bruzinski nodded. The man examined all three doors, scrutinizing each of them fully before choosing.
"I choose the middle door" he said to Wayne. The Manbat started to cackle maniacally. "You chose.......... poorly" he said in his best old English accent. "Very well, walk through the door" Bruzinski chided. Chad started for the door, but stumbled and fell over before he got there. "Get up" The Caped Vigilante screamed. "I need help up" Chad said weakly, "I haven't eaten in a few days". "Fine" Wayne replied as he walked over and helped the man up. "I've got it from here" Chad said and walked to the door, glancing over his shoulder at The Manbat as he went. When he reached the door, he grasped the handle and pulled the door open.
Chad walked through the door, but the trap was already set into motion. However, instead of falling through the window, the steel beam Wayne had balanced in place fell backwards. This particular door could open both ways, in or out. If Chad had swung it out, the beam would have crashed through the window and crushed him to the dirt. But since he swung the door inward, the beam fell to the inside of the building, and it fell towards the Manbat. Bruzinski tried to dive out of the way but the I beam fell on his right leg, shattering it to pieces. Wayne lay there in agonizing pain and cried for Chad to help him.
Day was just starting to break as Chad contemplated what he should do about the situation. He walked back into the warehouse and approached the man in the bat suit. "Please help me" Bruzinski begged. So Chad lifted the I beam off of his crushed leg. Then the beam "accidently slipped" out of his hands and landed back on The Manbat's crushed leg. Chad had never heard a human being scream like that in his life. He actually started to feel bad for the man dressed as a bat.
Then he remembered all the torture.
Chad suddenly snapped and his eyes went dark. He picked up the beam and discarded it to the side. He yanked Bruzinski's mask off and then pulled him off the ground by his hair. The lawyer dragged Wayne over to the barber's chair, securing him in with the same black rope he had been bound with just a half hour earlier. Wayne started to speak but Chad cut him off, screaming in a guttural voice "WHY DID YOU TRY TO KILL ME?". The Manbat broke down crying.
Chad took the tool belt off of Bruzinski. He rifled through the pouches until he found a retractable baton. Extending it, he stared an unblinking stare at his adversary. After many minutes passed, Wayne started to speak again. As soon as the first syllable escaped his lips, Chad pounced on him. He beat Bruzinski with the baton until all strength had fled his body. The Manbat had been dead for 20 minutes before the beating stopped. Chad collapsed to the floor and slept for 9 hours.
He awoke later that day and saw the corpse of Wayne Bruzinski still sitting in the chair. Wild eyed the lawyer searched the man and found a set of keys, a brass knuckle, and a survival knife. He walked out of the building, only to find that his car had two flat tires. He looked at the keys in his hand. They said "Ford" on them. Chad walked over to the LTD and tried the key in the ignition. The Manbatmobile roared to life and carried him to safety. The lawyer drove immediately to the police department and reported the occurrence. He was cleared of all charges after the police did a thorough investigation.
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