5. to shoot the darkness

The lone ranger was patting his unrealistically small pony for his size of a man. For this beast of burden has been with him since his 5th birthday. The grate Zefar himself saved the poor thing from the piretes and gave it to a rambunctious kid who wanted to be a cowboy.

The horce is not an animal easily tamed by people. As it's proud nature will choose a rider or die free.

To the shock of the entire navy the pony took a liking to the kid and protected him like a mother bear. Biting, kicking and dropping piles of poop was just a warm up on anyone else that so much as got 10 feet near her.

Now a man did not hide his massive figure as he was sitting proudly on a tiny muscle filled frame of a war pony.

Its hoves clancked up an down the ship as the grate gunslinger onlgot off his proud steed to sleep or use the restroom.

"Sir there is a strange mountain that appeared on this island that was not there before." A shoked man just anounes as the Lone Ranger gets ready to go.

"Hmmmmm" the Ranger is now unhappy as he likes to have all the facts before a shoot out. He swiftly loads a single bullet and fires it at the reporting sargent.

Bang.

The buzzing in the man's left ear tels him to go check things out. While the gun is holsterrd back with care.

"Yes sir .. start a standard search for this Bat Freak. Now!" The sargent shouts as he knows that the only time that the Lone Ranger will ever talk is when the other person will fall to his gunshots. Under normal circumstances he talks with his gun.

Bang. Babnbang. Bang.

"Don't worry about us sir. We will not engage the target and only provide you with the exact location like usual... He is all yours. " the exited sargent response was quite limited.

Clup ... clup... the pony was moving slower than a child can crawl but he was not in a hurry. For he knew that nothing can stand in the path of his bullets final pursuit. None who his gun has aimed at has lived to tall the tale.

*** *** ***

Inside the Waine mannor.

Batman was watching the pure display of bravado and knew exactly how to use such a perfect pawn.

This time he didn't need to be himself. No for this battle a buisness suit is much more appropriate attire.

"A Cowboy needs his 10 steps." The Batman will now put on his disguise and become a proud and wealthy bigshot.

"Alfred be so kind as to bring a box of bear to the hinting lounge." The tone and voice has already been changed to acomidate the fake persona. For to Batman the real him is the BAT not the man.

"I take it the cookies are not necessary for this time. " Alfred smirks.

"A wood mug." Batman added.

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The sargent was quite surprised to find a lavish villa perfectly maintained and splendid in design looming on the mountain.

With grate care he took up grate currage and knocked on the door. No matter how strange the sight before him. he could not provoke a man in power without reasons.

Time passed slowly as he waited for someone to respond to his knocking. But no response was heard.

So he had to bring the bigg man himself to the door to see if the doors will open to Lone Ranger instead.

Clop... clop...

Before the hooves of the pony had the time to step on the first step of the mannor a man's loud but demanding tone was heard from the open door.

"The stables are to the right." His soft but sturn tone demanding obedience without a hint of pride in it. Shook the pony as she calmly obayd the request.

Mouths dropped in shock as the unusually aggressive steed was happily led to a warm stable full of sweet apples and carrots that were added to the hay.

Bang.

The mam lowered their heads and turned back to the ship like sad puppies. Unhappy with the order to go back.

"This way sir am the master is waiting for you already. " Alfred led the bewildered cowboy up the lawish wood stairs.

For the first time in his life he realized that he was going to have to talk to someone and not be able to get away with just using gunshots for communication.

"Ghhh" the grumble loudly declaring that this gunslinger was listening.

As the door opened a room full of hundreds of animal and bird trophy's that he has never seen met his eyes.Some as large as dinosaur while others just plain spooky.

"Sir the guest has arrived. " the servent anouneses and begins to cut a piece of a steaming pie.

The smell of applies hit the nostrils hard as the back of the noble man was all the Lone Ranger could see for now.

The rich gray jacket silk and thick material did little to hide the figure of deadly strength.

"I hope that you have a really good reason for disturbing my vacation mr?" A kingly response was interrupted by a fork stabbing the delicious pie. As the figure slowly rotated the chair to the left a little to show his regal jawbone to the cowboy.

LONE RANGER was beginning to hyperventilate for some unknown reason.

The amount of absolute dread that leaked out from the man was stronger than Haki and deeper than the ocean.

The cowboy was now at an inpass.

Sweat began to roll down his backas he was quite scared to use his actual voice, because he sounded worce then even Pika.

The baby tone of his voice forced him to hide it under a mean and gruff exterior of a hardy cowboy.

Now he was finally going to talk without using bullets and to make things worse the pony was nowhere in sight to give him emotional support.