Kardashians Vs. The Riddler Part XVI: Pitter Patter

Kendall screamed, as Bruce closed in on her.

She tried to run, but some clay separated from his body and wrapped itself firmly around her.

Bruce knew she would never understand.

And taking her captive wasn't the way to win his daughter over.

So he kissed his child good bye, and let her go.

She rushed out the door.

The shrill of her tires screeched down the block.

Bruce could barely keep his composure.

Literally.

The skin on his face began dripping like hot candle wax.

There was nothing human about him anymore.

He was a thing of clay.

His freakish accident with the magic cream had slowly transformed him into a pile of dough.

His perfect complexion had only lasted a couple of months before he awoke to his current nightmare.

Kris, had learned of his accident, days before her death.


After heavy dreams on Valium she awoke to a pile of Bruce next to her.

She wasn't sure if her drugs were still in effect.

But the lumpy mess next to her was breathing.

His face had sunken into the pillow

She found his eyes resting in her hair.

When Bruce awoke, he somewhat shifted back to his original form.

She handed him pieces of his face.

The secret was out.

So he packed his things.

And left.

He let Kris decide whether the family should know about his tragedy.

But judging by Kendall's reaction.

No one did.

Bruce had jumped planes through Asia.

In search of a cure, for his disease.

Everything was paid in cash, so nothing would be traceable.

He had wanted to disappear completely.

A human potato head, Bruce learned to rearrange his face, taking on many disguises.

And realized the clay was controllable.

It was a temporary relief as he realized his body was deteriorating.

With help from the Internet, and random bribes, Bruce found himself in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

The location of the manufacturing plant that shipped his magical cream.

No surprise, it was located in the worst part of town.

And created many other illegal drugs and beauty products sold within the black market.

Bruce tried to organize a civilized meeting with the plant owner, but was quickly denied.

He struggled mostly because he didn't speak the language.

So he decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.

He channelled his energy and took shape of a homeless Cambodian factory worker.

Bruce slipped into the building, feeling excruciating pain from the transformation.

By staying in this form, he was draining part of his life source.

He could feel his body getting weaker.

Inside the building he witnessed unsavory acts of brute ism.

New products were being tested on captive Cambodians.

The were bound by their feet and hands by chains.

Some test went well.

While others resulted in death.

Bruce found a room where the dead were left.

Some remained conscious, praying for death as they rotted amongst the corpses.

Cambodian guards verbally and physically abused the factory workers to motivate them further.

Bruce slinked through the dark corners, finding his way to the executive office.

Two guards stood watch outside, as a loud Cambodian voice bellowed from behind the office door.

Bruce approached the guards.

Who shouted at him in Khmer.

One readied his rifle, while the other pistol whipped Bruce.

The pain sizzled, as the gun melted into Bruce's face.

Bruce smothered both men with clay before they could scream.

He entered the office.

Inside was a short Cambodian man shouting on the phone.

He wore a suit and was smoking a cigar.

Bruce attacked, smashing the phone, and binding him with clay.

He demanded answers from him, but he spoke no English.

The businessman didn't appear to be shocked at Bruce's appearance.

Which pissed him off further.

Bruce had figured the man had seen something like this before.

And ultimately was responsible for his transformation.

So he drowned him with clay.

Hoping to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Unfortunately, the side effects were not the same.

And Bruce ended his life painfully, rather than transform him.

The guilt over this mans death was small, as Bruce gathered all the information he could muster in a briefcase.

And decided to return to his home.

People were frightened by his invisible man persona.

But he arrived back to Los Angeles.

It was then, that he had noticed the headline of all tabloid magazines.

Revealing his wife had been murdered.

Had he been there, he could have stopped it.

But he was too swept up in his quest for a cure.

His family needed him.

And so did the police.

He realized he had become suspect number one.

And refused to expose himself to the world.

So he went into hiding.

Watching over each family members in secret.

Soon Bruce knew there was nothing more he could do for his family, after Kourtney committed suicide.

So he decided to disappear forever.

Working silently on the case of the Riddlers Puzzle murder.

Abandoning all hope for a cure.

His findings were scarce.

And his instincts led him to the Beverly Hilton.

It was a file on Brody he found within the Hilton dynasty, that brought him back to the family.

With a surpise visit to Brody's condo.

Where Kendall, discovered his dripping carcass.

Where is Brody? Bruce wondered.

As the LAPD arrived to the condo.

Helicopters surrounded the house.