Batman has upgraded.
He's wearing a real mask.
It's showing off his features.
It looks familiar.
'I bought it from Najib for 100 Ringgit.'
I had showed him a photo of Najib's get up. He makes his own masks.
The one you bought from China looked so amueterish, I said in passing.
The padding around the chest region looks sexy.
Sam is getting sick of me.
He touches my chest.
Not as good as your padding I say.
He's Muslim and a homo to boot.
I muster up some business for him.
I'm even taking a few photos.
Surely you don't want me to pay you, I asked.
Do you have any money in your wallet, he asks.
I do, but none of it going towards your cash in hand enterprise.
He didn't like that.
Hay, I'll make you a star, internationally.
He wasn't convinced.
So I dropped fifty cents in his bag.
That was the biggest insult, I'm sure of it.
The ungrateful bastard.
Back on the other side of the bridge, Najib and his crew are no where around.
He was threatening me to leave, I told a Chinese guy who was hanging out at the waterfront with Jenny, his wife.
So you want me to leave? I asked Batman.
I was crowding his space. Of course he wanted me to leave. He was a few seconds away from screaming Allah Akbar and knocking me out.
So you want me to leave? I asked Batman.
I was crowding his space. Of course he wanted me to leave. He was a few seconds away from screaming Allah Akbar and knocking me out.
'You can always contact the police if you feel he's harrassing you,' said my new Chinese friend who was playing games against himself on three phones he had placed on the ground.
No need. But it was reassuring to know that the police were around to serve me.
I felt safe, even around Batman.
So if you see a figure at the end of the bridge in a hood and tights, you'll know he's only after a grope up and your cash.
