Bale-inator [ #Wattys2017 ]

Chapter Twelve

He cleared his throat, spreading his arms dramatically and taking on the role of Hamman once more.

"To be, or not to be : that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of a persnonnality disorder
Or to take arms against a rooftop of troubles, And by opposing end them? To Bale: to Wayne;
No more; and by a graceful-Baywatch-leap to say we end
The heart-ache and the inner turmoil
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd that I may be whoever I wish to be." He paused for a dramatic effect. The girls slowly backed away, uncomfortable by their close proximity with the crazy man.

But, I mean, they all were crazy. What difference did it make?

"Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of acceptance
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of society,
And Wayne Enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of fame.–Soft you now!
The fair A. Blackley and A. Everard! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my roles remember'd."

"Um..." Blackley paused. The world was now hushed, moved by his soliloquy that definitely was not his own.

"Did that make any sense to you?" Everard blurted a little too loud. Bale seemed a little irritated, but none of them could deny that his speech was beautiful.

"Nope."

"Okay, good."

"And he knows that he's not Hamlet and he's pretty much plagiarizing Shakespeare, right?"

"I hope so," Everard coughed nervously. "I don't want to get sued.

"I, Christian Bale, believe that I am truly The Batman. I truly am Bruce Wayne. And no one can stop me!" And then, the unthinkable happened.

He chased his dreams... straight off of the rooftop.

The End