[ WP ] Make a short , bad fanfiction . The next commenter will try to point out its faults .

Thomas Wayne looked at the newspaper and circled the black & white picture of Batman jumping off the Golden Gate bridge in pursuit of some criminal. This arthritis made moving his felt tipped pen slow going, but scrapbooking was all he had left to do these days. 
 
 `` Hey Martha!'' he called to the other room, `` Bruce is in the paper again!''. 
 
 At that moment the glass patio door shattered and he heard his wife scream. Thomas dropped his pen and grabbed his smartphone, *theyre here*. 
 
 The SWAT team started yelling, `` WHERE IS HE? HANDS UP!'' 
 
 Thomas Wayne put the phone down and interlaced his fingers behind his head, this took a great deal of effort. 
 
 Just as the door to the kitchen burst open tires squealed outside. The SWAT team members circled Thomas and started zip-tieing his hands together in front of him. `` Just tell us where he is.'' 
 
 `` You boys want some coffee? If you untie my wife I'm sure she'd be happy to-'' 
 
 `` CUT THE SHIT and tell us where he is.'' 
 
 `` Well, right now he's upstairs taking a nap. But I'll bet all this ruckus woke him up.'' 
 
 The SWAT team ran up to the second floor leaving one member behind to guard Thomas and Martha Wayne. He stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. 
 
 A quarter-sized hole appeared in the kitchen window and the SWAT team member started gulping for air until he fell forward onto the tile floor, a red puddle spread out beneath him. 
 
 Thomas looked behind him and nodded at the window, he could see a white face and green hair for a second. 
 
 `` Hi dad.'' He heard the voice behind him. It was Bruce! 
 
 `` Sorry it took me so long, but I did n't want to have to splatter all those guys in front of mom y'know.'' His son's face finally came into full view, pale and thin. Green hair and red lips, Thomas never thought much of the look, but Bruce had always been a little quirky. 
 
 `` It's ok son, thanks for coming by. The rest of those boys went upstairs, why do n't you go play with them?'' 
 
 `` Sure thing, pops.'' Bruce smiled at him and put on two pairs of well-worn brass knuckles.
