MHA; I'm Batman

Chapter 3: The Suit

Rentaro stood in the center of his room, the metallic briefcase resting on his bed. The rain outside had stopped, but the air was still heavy with the scent of damp earth. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the briefcase, his fingers trembling slightly. He had spent the last hour just looking at it, too afraid to open it. The delivery man's words echoed in his mind: *"Your father wanted me to tell you that he's okay."* But the look in the man's eyes had said otherwise.

The briefcase itself was unremarkable at first glance—gray, scuffed, and covered in faint scratches that told the story of its journey. But Rentaro could feel the weight of it, both physical and metaphorical. It was as if the briefcase carried not just objects, but secrets. His father's secrets.

Finally, Rentaro took a deep breath and reached for the briefcase. The metal was cold against his skin, and the latch clicked open with a soft, almost mechanical sound. Inside, he found another case—smaller, black, and sleek, with a surface so smooth it felt like glass. Strange, glowing lines ran along its edges, pulsing faintly with a blue light. In the center of the case was a circular indentation, empty but clearly designed to hold something.

Rentaro frowned. He reached into the larger case, his fingers brushing against something smooth and cool. He pulled it out—a black gemstone, no larger than a coin, but heavy in his hand. Its surface was etched with intricate patterns, concentric circles that seemed to shift and shimmer as he turned it in the light. It felt alive, as if it were watching him.

As he held the gem, the black case suddenly hummed to life. The glowing lines brightened, and a voice—calm, mechanical, and eerily human—spoke.

"DNA authentication required. Please provide a blood sample."

Rentaro's eyes widened. He hesitated for a moment, then pricked his finger with the edge of the gemstone. A single drop of blood fell onto the black case, and the light shifted from blue to green.

"Authentication complete. Welcome, Rentaro."

The case clicked open, revealing its contents. Rentaro's breath caught in his throat. Inside was a suit—black, sleek, and unmistakably inspired by Batman's iconic armor. But this wasn't just a costume. It was something more. The material shimmered faintly, as if alive, and the chest plate bore a small, glowing emblem—a bat, its wings spread wide.

Rentaro reached out, his fingers brushing against the suit. The moment he touched it, the material seemed to ripple, as if responding to his presence. He felt a strange warmth spread through his hand, and before he could react, the suit began to unfold itself, almost like liquid metal flowing upward.

He stumbled back, his heart racing, but the suit followed him. It wrapped around his body, piece by piece, until he was fully encased in the armor. The fit was perfect, as if it had been tailored specifically for him. The chest plate molded to his frame, the gloves tightened around his fingers, and the boots adjusted to his feet. Even the cape—black and flowing—seemed to move with a life of its own.

Rentaro stood there, stunned. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. The gloves were thin but strong, and he could feel every movement as if they were a second skin. He took a step forward, and the boots made no sound against the floor. It was as if he were floating.

But then, he noticed something else. On the inside of the wrist gauntlet, a small screen lit up. It displayed a series of options: *Grappling Hook, Smoke Pellets, Night Vision, Communication.* Rentaro's eyes widened. This wasn't just a suit—it was a weapon. A tool. A *power.*

His heart raced with excitement. He tapped the *Grappling Hook* option, and a small compartment on his wrist opened, revealing a sleek, compact device. He aimed it at the ceiling and pressed a button. A thin, almost invisible wire shot out, embedding itself into the plaster. Before he could think, the wire retracted, yanking him off his feet.

Rentaro let out a yelp as he was pulled upward, his body slamming into the ceiling with a loud *thud.* He hung there for a moment, upside down, before the wire released him, and he fell to the floor in a heap.

"Rentaro?" his mother's voice called from downstairs. "Are you okay?"

Rentaro groaned, his head spinning. "Yeah," he called back, his voice strained. "I'm fine!"

He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. His heart was still racing, but a small smile tugged at his lips. This was it. This was his chance. He wasn't just Rentaro anymore. He was something more.

But as he stood up, brushing himself off, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The suit was incredible, but it was also dangerous. And if his father had sent it to him, it could only mean one thing: the world was about to get a lot more complicated.

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