Batcolt Begins

Gothland City.

My city.

The kick sent me flying through the air. Killer Gummy spoke through his mouth and his lack of teeth made it harder for me to get a good solid hit in to make him waver. "YOU WILL DIE HERE BATCOLT!"

I crashed into the dumpster and blacked out.

Let me start from the beginning. To the night it all started. I was merely just a young colt. My parents Thomas and Martha Mayne were famous in the city. My father was a doctor and donated time and money to the city to help it. My mother was by his side every step of the way. They were my world and life.

Until that day. The day we went to go see Trigger and the Lone Stranger. The movie was the greatest that I have ever seen. I was happy with everything. My father, against my mother's wishes, decided to take a short cut.

That was when the nightmare began.  A unicorn that looked like a mess jumped out of the shadows. His horn was broken, but still worked as it was lit up and ready with magic.

"Wallet, jewels now!" he demanded. Use being earth ponies would never be a match for what was happening.

My father dropped his wallet. To this day I don't know if it was an accident or a tactic to try to get an upper hand, but it cost him and my mother their lives. The attack was quick. Pearls rolled everywhere and my parents lay in front of me.

Dead.

I was alone.

Since that day I honed and trained my body. I learned to use my hooves in combat in ways that Canterlot's royal guard didn't know. I trained my mind to the sharpest, keen ability so I can be a detective.

It took time. As I grew under the wing of Alfred Ponyworth I knew that with my fortune I could be more. I can prevent nights like that happening to anypony.

After years of preparations I finally was able to be ready. I went out on my first patrol.
Two stallions picking on a mare. She looked old with an apple cutie mark. One of the stallions had his wings spread out showing his excitement. It disgusted me.

I ran in from the dark section of the ally way and yelled out.  It started off well. I bucked one and the other backed off a bit.  Preparing to charge they realized it was just one pony against two. The old mare came out fine, but Alfred had to get me.

It was then I realized that I needed a symbol a name. Criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot and I needed to strike fear into their hearts.

That night in the study I consulted some of my books for knowledge. Ancient cultures and cultures from distant lands. Too many were too elaborate or not the right image. As I sat there attempting to fight off a concussion a bat flew through the window.

That was when I knew what I must become. The night. Vengeance. I would be a bat.

It took only a few months of getting everything together. Finally I knew I was ready.

My first patrol as this image was exhilarating. I learned to swing from roof to roof using a grappling hook and rope. It was quiet for the most part so I was able to practice well.

Then the scream. It was a situation much like mine. A criminal mugging a family at horn point. However this pony wasn't alone. I had to act fast.
I landed in the darkness.

"Hand it all over!" he yelled to the family his horn was pulsing with magic. He was going to fire at any moment. "No you can go to the police first!" His eyes were what I wanted
to see.

Fear.

Dread.

Horror.

I left him tied up hanging from the light. He came to as I was ready to leave. "Who…are you?"

"I am Batcolt. Tell the rest of the scum."

At times I asked, partly because of Alfred, why?

Why do I put myself through this pain and torment night after night?

Why don't I stop and just give money to the Gothland police department?

Then I realize… if I don't… who will.

The turbine engine of the batmobile was heard in the distance of the alley Killer Gummy saw the silhouette of the car coming to him "That old trick won't work this time Batcolt!" he lunged up into the air over the batmobile as it sped by.

At the last possible second the canopy flew open and the driver and passenger seats launched out of the vehicle slamming into Killer Gummy throwing off his landed and disorienting him.

Batcolt jumped out of the dumpster holding a colterang. Through his teeth he said "I always have new tricks!"

He threw the colterang and it electrified Killer Gummy knocking him out before he hit the pavement.

Later that night Gothland City PD found their new gift.

On top of the Police station the Batsignal shone high over the city. "You called me Commissioner Fjordon?"

"Just wanted to say that you did a good job handling that Gummy situation."

"I wish I could say it would be that easy. The way things went before and the things that he said. It was almost as if there is something more to him breaking out of the Asylum. Something big is coming, Jim, and I intend to find out."

"Well just make sure you keep me in the lo-," Batcolt was already gone.

"Why does he always do that?"

The long nights will only get longer, but as long as there is a Batcolt… there is hope.