One of the Men

[Thor]

Thor watched his friend's eyes from behind that red helm. 

"I was trained by Batman. The throwing knives I use are styled after his." Red pulled one out and stared at it for a moment. "They're supposed to be shaped like bats. It's stupid, I know, but its the shape I was first trained with and so it's the one I can throw best."

Thor looked at the strange blade. Now that Red had said it Thor did see that it was vaguely bat shaped. Wait, did he say he was trained by a bat man? "Who are these batmen and from where do they come?"

Red chuckled. "No. There is only one Batman, and he's not an actual bat in any way. He dresses up in this costume that looks vaguely like a bat and 'fights crime'." He placed an emphasis on the last two words that made it seem as though he thought what his old teach did was less than satisfactory.

Thor looked at his friend. "What happened?" he said, surprising not missing the emphasis. 

Red stuck the blade in the table a little to forcefully. "Nothing."'He did nothing!' Red thought angrily. "He left me..." 'to die.' Red thought angrily. 

"At least he left you with the skills to defend yourself." Thor said with a laugh. Red's chair fell to the ground with a loud bang. "Hey, where are you going?" Thor shouted at the back of his friend as he watched Red storm off angrily.

"Bathroom!" Red shouted bitterly over his shoulder. 

Thor watched his friend. He lifted his hammer. He hoped he wouldn't do anything rash. He recognized anger from pride all to well.