Blue Light, The

Gleetings ! Gravesend calling !

The Dark of the Night. Gravesend’s back-streets, where there are Things that shouldn’t be.

“Ho, Batman !” says Red Riding Hoodie Troll. “How goes it, and such like !”
“Hush !” hisses the Scowlie Batman. “I’m being crepuscular, as is my wont.”
“What ?”
“Wont. Wont ! It is how I am. I go about scowling, grimly. Also mysteriously.”

There is an awkward silence.

“What do you want ?” growls the Batman, presently.
“Er..er….I have magic hair. I can make it shine brightly, at any time and in any weather.”
“No, no ! Why are you here !”
“I don’t know ! I’m not an existentialist ! They all disappeared in the 1960s, I thought !”
“Bah !”
There is an awkward silence.

“Hmmm…” mumbles the Batman, presently. “Your hair could come in useful...tell me, Troll – can you do all sorts of improbable martial arts and run up walls ?”
“Of course ! And swing from ropes and jump from moving trains.”
“Excellent. Excellent. You see, you and I could be Crime Busters – a dynamic duo who appear as if by magic where Crime is and beat up the baddies. Then you switch on your hair and we arrest them ! The blue light emanating from you will intimidate and cowe them and they will come quietly and we will be heroes. We’ll be invited to go on that jungle show.”
“Blimey ! It’s a deal ! I’m your sidekick ! But I’m not going on that show.”
“Then we’ll be famous for sticking to our principles. Top Notch !”

“Except…” said Red Riding Hoodie Troll, later “There is no crime in Gravesend.”
“I’d wondered about that…” said the Batman. “Never mind. Just in case…”

Thus are legends born.

Walk Tall !