Beatle, in chains, is pulled away by Death Leopard as the Slayers walk the valley.
Beatle simply stays silent.
"How fucked are you, Beatle?" Asked Death Leopard. "Not fucked at all! GET it? Cuz you a virgin?"
Beatle stays silent.
"Y'know, our talks are kinda boring, now. Before you'd laugh along with me."
Beatle stays silent, squinting his eyes and avoiding eye contact.
"Y'know, Anne said how yours was... Kinda small, tbh."
"Do not... Use... Her slave name."
"See? There you go again! Pretending that you care!"
"You're right. I shouldn't. But I do, Tyrone."
"You called me by my slave name! Uh-oh! Somebody's mad!"
"For a warrior modeled after Batman, you're kinda chatty," said Beatle.
"Yeah. That's because I hate you. You're pathetic, Beatle. Honestly. Allowing yourself to just wallow in sorrow. She's not obligated to love you, y'know?"
"I already knew that. Trust me, I begged her to leave me."
"Yeah. Because you're fucking toxic! You think everyone has to adjust for you!"
Beatle just stays silent.
"Ooh! Lookie me! I'm autistic! That's not fair, okay? NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR how sad and depressed you are!"
"And hence the silence."
"Seriously? Can't you talk about anything else other than THAT!?!?"
"I do. But no one tends to listen. Wanna talk about Steven Universe? I love that show! Kinda like Transformers!"
"Lame."
Beatle sighs and looks away.
Death Leopard just stares forward. "Tell a joke."
"What?"
"Tell a joke."
"Can't. I have anxiety or some bullshit."
"See? There you go again!!! With that self-deprecative shit! Please build boundaries, dude!"
Beatle sighs. "God, I wanna die."
"Dude. BE positive. I'm trying to boost your morale!"
"Why?"
"Because if Sabbath chose you, you have to change yourself for her as she did for you!"
"Fine. What did the handicapped person tell to the other handicapped person who only has one-...?"
"Jesus Christ. Again with the sad shit! NORMALLY!!!"
"Uhm... What did the fish become after it lost its ish in Messenger?
F's in the chat."
"God, I hate you."
"Please don't worry. I hate me, too."
"God... DO YOU KNOW WHY PEOPLE ALWAYS LEAVE YOU!?!? Because you HATE YOURSELF!!! For ONCE... Can you please have some self-respect and STAND UP FOR YOURSELF FOR ONCE!?!? Why do you think no one ever liked you back in school!?!?"
Beatle bows his head. "My purpose-..."
"Stop it with that fucking mantra! It's as if you don't matter to anyone at all! I get it! You suck at things, but don't rub it in our faces!"
Beatle bows his head, feeling jealous and angry. "Control yourself, Beatle. C'mon..."
"Hey! Remember our bet who'd win in a fight? Looks like Black was right! I won!" Smiled Death Leopard as Beatle takes a swing at Death LEopard only for him to become electrocuted and fall down the snow.
"Fucking handicapped idiot," said Death Leopard.
"Before... I used to be the one trying to... Get a reaction outta you..." Whispered Beatle.
"Yeah. That was your mistake. Mess with the leopard, you get the claws, bitch."
"I apologize... For making everyone feel that way... That I hated myself... That I told everyone I did..."
"Yeah... That isn't normal."
"I just wanna be... Real..."
"Transparency isn't the answer to that, Beatle. Neither is... The lack thereof."
"I wish I understood. Did I do anything wrong?"
"Yeah. You allowed yourself to be born. C'mon."
Death Leopard pulls Beatle away. "Y'know she'll get tired of you again, right? Leave you for me."
Beatle looks down. "I just realized something..."
"What?"
"You're the only person who was genuine and real with me. Thank you," smiled Beatle.
Death Leopard feels incredibly annoyed, laughs, and punches Beatle who falls to the ground. "Stop fucking talking."
Beatle smiles, as he stands right back up. Not with a good heart, however, It seems he had discovered Death Leopard's weakness, but decides not to use it yet. Holding on to that weakness until the time comes.
Beatle sighs and begins whistling the tune of Knuck if You Buck.
"SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!" Yelled Death Leopard.
This time, Beatle begins humming it. He happily skips around like a child. His legs are very jumpy and he looks elated for some reason.
Death Leopard points his blaster at Beatle's face. "Either you shut up or I make you."
"I thought Batman doesn't use guns," smirked Beatle.
"I'm not Batman."
"Yep. You aren't. Because unlike Batman, you were loved by your parents. You HAD parents. I'm more Batman than you'll ever be."
"Stop... Talking..."
"And what's with this obsession with Batman? I'm also obsessed, but not particularly as die-hard as you are," Beatle smiled cockily.
Death Leopard's eyes become serious and cold. "He's my role model growing up. He could do anything. And if I believe that he can, I can, too."
"Batman isn't real. Clearly because you failed bringing him to life."
"Bitch, I'm more Batman then you'll ever be."
"More like... A sad wannabe fanboy. Batmite! Ever heard of him?"
"I'm FUCKING BATMAN!!!"
"Sheesh. Keep it in your pants, blud."
Death Leopard grabs him by the neck. "And what? You're supposed to be Superman!?"
"You had a normal childhood. I had abusive parents. Who knows. Maybe I'M the real Batman." Beatle sang. "NANANANANANANANA!!! BEATLE!!! BEATLE!!! Saint King... NANANANANANANANA-!!!"
"Why... Are you talking like this? Where did you get the balls!?"
"The moment I sensed 'God's', QUOTE-UNQUOTE, weakness."
"You think I have ANYTHING to apologize for!?"
"Maybe. DO YOU think you have anything to apologize for?" Beatle began dancing the Russian kick dance.
"You're just angry that I'm better than you."
"And you're just angry that I was born Messiah and MC. Not. You."
"You're just a side character who thinks the world revolves around him. Just. A side character."
"I revolve around the world-..."
"STOP THAT!!! Stop acting like you're some sorta martyr! NOTHING YOU DID HELPED ANY OF US!!! People are DEAD... BECAUSE OF YOU!!!"
Beatle laughs. "You think blaming me will do anything to my psyche? I've been fighting that mindset my whole life, Death Leopard. I forgot something... I can kill you if I wanted. I choose not to."
"AND WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU!?!?"
"Something you're not. A good person."
Death Leopard is visibly hurt and becomes insecure upon hearing that. His eyes quiver, and he proceeds to beat him. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPOSED TO DEAL AGAINST THE ABSOLUTES!!!"
"I'm tired, Tyrone..." Said Beatle. "I just wanna rest. And you're blocking my view of a peaceful part of my current life. SO move... Aside..."
"Shut up. Shut THE FUCK... UP!!!"
"Dude. You have serious fuckin' issues."
"YOU... HAVE A THOUSANDFOLD MORE!!!"
"Yeah. And I spoke up against you. You. Of all people. How do you feel, Death Leopard? You're jealous of me. ME. I couldn't play basketball. I lacked the locomotor skills. I'm not a chef. Had to experiment to learn. I didn't know the sciences and I sucked ass at math and academics. Not a polymath. Not a perfect public speaker. I didn't become Mayor from scratch. I didn't do the things you did. I can't. But He chose me. And that makes you... Nobody... And you're scared of me, aren't you? You're scared that someone you perceive as lesser and insignificant to be able to outdo you. Because you can do anything but you aren't a professional. Far from it. You wanted to be the best at everything. Meanwhile, I'm good at one thing. Being me... And that scares you."
"You aren't a good person, Beatle," he said, coldly. "You wanted to harm me. You did. You did so not to free yourself or to defeat me, or to save anyone. You just did it because I made you feel petty, just like I used to."
Beatle bows his head, hurt, realizing he hurt someone out of spite rather than service.
"Now, sit the fuck back down, Miggy boy."
Beatle just bowed his head, ashamed for standing up for himself.
"Now. Let's go, prisoner."