weren’t sure but that creepy feeling that you were being followed
wouldn’t go away and it was nagging at your very soul. It felt like
having butterflies in your stomach and that anticipation that you are
watching a scary movie and you don’t know when that thing that you know
is going to jump out on the screen will. Yeah that is how you felt. That
gut feeling was never wrong when it came to this. It just wasn’t. So as
you stepped out the front doors of Wayne Industries you glanced behind
you to see a security guard. Something about him looked familiar… You
store this information in the back of your mind and continue on your way
home. By the time that you make it two blocks the feeling comes back to
At this time you need to make a decision either evade or
lead the shadow. Evading would shake him off your trail, but if this guy
had been following you as long as you thought he had then he would just
wait for you at home. So the last option was the best bet.
you continue the way home, but instead of making a right you take a
left. Without back tracking it would now take an extra five minutes
home. As you continue down the sidewalk more and more of the stores turn
to be abandoned. A closed down Barkery. Unbeknownst to the public this
bakery wasn’t closed down or a bakery. This is the place were you lay
It was dark and musty. Though the outside wasn’t what you were really interested in it was what was inside that mattered.
Going around to the back the door was there. Once inside you start looking for Mack.
“Mack?” You yell. “Its Y/N.”
what in tar-nation are ye doing here?” said a man with an Irish accent.
He is short fat man with patches of white hair all around his head.
Wearing a hideous sweater and jeans that are obviously to big for him.
Though the ensemble would not be complete without his climbing harness
and goggles that look like they might have been part of a steampunk
“Hey Mack. I just needed to use your security cameras.”
“Really? Whose after ye?”
“I don’t know Mack, but can I use them.”
“Sure they’re in dah closet.”
“Thanks.” you say as you walk towards the hallway closet.
closet obviously must has been a cleaning supplies closet because it
still smelled of cleaning product. On wall was the computer and on the
other were ten screens. Each one projected a live feed of the inside and
the outside of the bakery. As you scan the screens you notice a figure
on the rooftop on the building across the street.
“Yer think that him?”
scream and before you know it you have your hands wrapped securely
around Macks throat. “God sorry Mack I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”
“Its not yer fault deary. I forgot before you were a techy you were part of the-”
“Don’t say their name out loud!”
Mack raises a bushy white eyebrow and says “If yer say so deary.”
smile at his reassuringly and look out a the screen at the figure on
the roof. You zoom closer to get a better look. Red mask covers his
entire face and it looks like he is wearing a brown jacket.
“Its one of the Bat’s.” Mack exclaims.
“One of the bat’s?” You ask.
Y/N one of Bat’s.” You look at him blankly. “You know Batman? That is
one of his guys. I think he calls himself deh Red Hood.”
“How original.” You say sarcastically.
“Has dis guy been following yer?”
“I think so. I am going to talk to him.”
to him?! Why…” Mack cuts off his own sentence and says instead. “If
yer goin to talk to him you better watch your back. He ain’t like the
others; he kills.”
“Mack you don’t think that he knows about me do you?”
“Nah deary, I wiped your past away. Your new identity is secure.”
You nod as you get out of the chair and leave the Bakery.
was sure that this was not what Bruce ment when he said ”I want you to
become her friend and get her to come onto our side.” by stalking her.
He truly didn’t know how to become her friend, she really isolated
herself from everyone. He had tried to talk to her and find excuses to
see her, but whenever he tried she wouldn’t pay attention.
“Y/N was one of those who stayed in her own world.” Jason thought to himself.
had been hoping to find a way to run into her on her way to work or on
her way home and that is why he had been following her… for a week. So
it had taken him off guard when she changed her route and had stopped
at a closed down bakery.
Still looking through his binoculars he waits for you to come out.
pressure is felt at the back of his jacket. Jason freezes. He has been
made. Your voice confidently whisper next to his ear. “Why are you
I wanted to do an appreciation post from my cats since I love them and adore them.
Here’s Mackey moo the tuxedo grumpy old cat. He’s a black and white tom cat of about 12-13 years old. He’s very cuddly and will sit on anyone’s lap but he does like to claw people - affectionately - as he doesn’t want to get off and stop cuddling you.
Gentle and docile, this old man has been with us since around 2004 or 2005 and we moved house with him. He had a younger brother called Louie who was a tabby but louie unfortunately died soon after we got him, before we moved house.
The story behind Mackeys name is that my sister named him when she was very young and she couldn’t say ‘bl’ as in blueberries she would saw mueberries. So when she saw Mackey she said he’s 'very Mack with a white white belly’. So in theory, he’s meant to be called blackey. But Mackey suits him.
He’s a moody cat that loves to lie around and pretend he’s dead and scare us all. But then he moves and it’s all okay. He’s very quiet and rarely meows but purrs like a motor! He also snores.
Although Mackey is one of my lesser know cats I do adore him and love him as much as the others. He’s been almost 'adopted’ by my brother as my brothers cat since my bros cat ( Teddy ) had to be put down 8 months ago or so. So Mackey moved up from the family Cat to my brothers cat.