Play Dead (Chapter Nine)
- "Aaah!! My ears!" Toyman cried, clapping his hands over them to
block out the sound, but it was no use.
It seemed to be coming from the piano. It was a childish tune, one
Batman barely recognized from his halcyon days before the murders of
his parents; but magnified so loud that even momentary exposure
would shatter the eardrums. His own were protected within his lined
cowl, but even that would not hold up indefinitely.
Batman snapped a mini-bomb from his utility belt and hurled it at
the piano. The beautifully-crafted instrument was demolished in a
small explosion, and the deafening sound died away.
Toyman, panting for breath, slowly removed his hands from his
ears. "That--I--she nearly--!" The villain stammered, unused to
being on this end of a cleverly-constructed death trap.
"What was that song?" Batman asked.
"Huh?" Toyman said. "The song? `The Teddy Bears' Picnic'. Why?"
"Just curious." Batman continued walking across the room to the
other door. When he got within ten steps of it, the voice came on
"Congratulations, Mr. Schott," it said. "You have made it past the
first of my little traps. As you have no doubt guessed, the house is
full of them. You see, I'm giving you a better chance than my poor
Andrew had. I don't intend to murder you in your sleep, as you did
him. We'll see if you're as adept at surviving traps as you are at
making them!" And the door slid open.
"So this is what this feels like," Toyman muttered. Batman scowled,
but did not favor Toyman with his wrath.
Single file, Batman leading, the unlikely duo walked slowly into the
next room. This was a library, ever wall lined floor to ceiling with
shelves stacked with books. Batman noticed there were no chairs, no
tables, no place to sit and read. Obviously another trap; nothing to
hide behind. The floor was black and white marble tile.
"Wait," he said to Toyman. The villain nodded, pressing the back of
his fist against his mouth to stifle another cough. Batman unclipped
a small capsule from his belt, and rolled it across the floor.
"Perhaps weight-sensitive triggers," Batman said, more to himself
than to Toyman. "Nothing for it but to try." Slowly, Batman walked
into the room. "Stay behind me, and step only on the tiles I step
on," Batman said. "No point in you setting off any traps that I--"
"What's that?" Toyman screeched, pointing. As Batman stepped on a
tile, a book fell off a shelf of its own volition. It landed on its
spine, flipped open, and a cardboard figure of Robin Hood popped up,
"A pop-up book," Toyman began. "In a library like this? I--"
His words were cut short as the cardboard figure launched its arrow.
Batman easily deflected it with his cape. "Some kind of poisoned
dart, I'd guess," he said.
"Batman!" Toyman cried out, as dozens more books dropped from their
- Has there ever been a team up you haven't liked?
--- In Earth1AftertheCrisis@yahoogroups.com, Drivtaan <drivtaan@...>
> Batman and Toyman are starting to make a pretty good team.
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