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raze_flynDisclaimer: The DC universe belongs to DC comics, Warner Brothers and anyone I forgot to mention. I’m just borrowing things for my own and possibly the enjoyment of others fans.
Notes: This is apart of my Ten Worlds AU. This is a transitional story set after The Return it sets between the Return and the follow up storyline.
Contains: Character death, angst, characters breaking down.
After the Tragedy
Part One of Four
He was just about to head out into the cave with a meal that he knew Bruce wouldn’t touch when he heard the voices so he stopped to listen. “Really, Bruce you called me here for that to ask who killed the Titans you’re the detective figure it out yourself.”
He stepped to the edge and peered around to see a man he recognized from Bruce’s descriptions. “Mr. K you claimed to want to help me save Gotham, avenging a good soldier is part of that.” He could hear the desperation in the man he’d raised voice and felt a chill. This was not right Bruce should not be going to that thing for help.
“No, I want to save Gotham helping you was simply a means to an end and the one who attacked the Titans is not connected to the threat to the city so who they are is beneath my notice.” The man said as he turned back toward Bruce. “I must say when you actually called out my name and asked me to appear I was shocked but now I see why you did it.” The man walked toward the Batman with an easy smile. “You have lost it you are not Batman anymore just pathetic lost little boy wanting mommy, daddy, and little Timmy back.” He was so furious he was routed to the spot unable to move. “You are pathetic become Batman again and maybe I’ll help do whatever it takes to pull yourself out of this pit of self despair and I’ll tell you who killed Timmy or hell become a better Batman and I might even bring him back to life for you.”
“You can bring him back?” Once again Bruce spoke though he sounded all wrong this was not the man he raised and loved like his own son. “You can really bring him back?” He saw the smile on the mans face and knew that what he would say next would destroy his son but he couldn’t force himself to act.
“Well I’m not as good with resurections as my sister but since she’s not able to help you I might be persuaded to do it,” the cruel thing said to him. “Of course looking at you now I don’t think its very likely do you.” He saw Bruce reach for him and then to his shock the man grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. He tried to move to help and found he couldn’t some force was holding him in place. “Listen carefully you sad little man there is nothing you can do to make me help you, not begging, not threatening nothing I have all the power and your just a pathetic little man.” The cruel man laughed as Batman hung there limply. “So if you need a Robin call up the girl, or use the son who’s chomping at the bit to fight side by side with daddy.” The man then paused. “Or go get another lonely orphan who dreams of fighting beside the Batman hell this city is full of them.” He then threw Bruce through Jason’s memorial case and walked toward him. “Just be Batman again or I’ll find someone else who can be and give them my help.” The man was gone then leaving Bruce crying on the floor it was a truly awful sight.
“The death of the boy really broke him such a shame he was so magnificent,” He turned and the man was standing behind him. “A simple warning old man I am not an enemy you want.” He was gone then leaving him alone. He silently began to go back up the stairs he knew that Bruce would never forgive him for intruding on such a personal moment. He was worried for the first time that this would be the death that broke Batman once and for all.
To be continued
REVIEW HERE
Notes: This is apart of my Ten Worlds AU. This is a transitional story set after The Return it sets between the Return and the follow up storyline.
Contains: Character death, angst, characters breaking down.
After the Tragedy
Part One of Four
He was just about to head out into the cave with a meal that he knew Bruce wouldn’t touch when he heard the voices so he stopped to listen. “Really, Bruce you called me here for that to ask who killed the Titans you’re the detective figure it out yourself.”
He stepped to the edge and peered around to see a man he recognized from Bruce’s descriptions. “Mr. K you claimed to want to help me save Gotham, avenging a good soldier is part of that.” He could hear the desperation in the man he’d raised voice and felt a chill. This was not right Bruce should not be going to that thing for help.
“No, I want to save Gotham helping you was simply a means to an end and the one who attacked the Titans is not connected to the threat to the city so who they are is beneath my notice.” The man said as he turned back toward Bruce. “I must say when you actually called out my name and asked me to appear I was shocked but now I see why you did it.” The man walked toward the Batman with an easy smile. “You have lost it you are not Batman anymore just pathetic lost little boy wanting mommy, daddy, and little Timmy back.” He was so furious he was routed to the spot unable to move. “You are pathetic become Batman again and maybe I’ll help do whatever it takes to pull yourself out of this pit of self despair and I’ll tell you who killed Timmy or hell become a better Batman and I might even bring him back to life for you.”
“You can bring him back?” Once again Bruce spoke though he sounded all wrong this was not the man he raised and loved like his own son. “You can really bring him back?” He saw the smile on the mans face and knew that what he would say next would destroy his son but he couldn’t force himself to act.
“Well I’m not as good with resurections as my sister but since she’s not able to help you I might be persuaded to do it,” the cruel thing said to him. “Of course looking at you now I don’t think its very likely do you.” He saw Bruce reach for him and then to his shock the man grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. He tried to move to help and found he couldn’t some force was holding him in place. “Listen carefully you sad little man there is nothing you can do to make me help you, not begging, not threatening nothing I have all the power and your just a pathetic little man.” The cruel man laughed as Batman hung there limply. “So if you need a Robin call up the girl, or use the son who’s chomping at the bit to fight side by side with daddy.” The man then paused. “Or go get another lonely orphan who dreams of fighting beside the Batman hell this city is full of them.” He then threw Bruce through Jason’s memorial case and walked toward him. “Just be Batman again or I’ll find someone else who can be and give them my help.” The man was gone then leaving Bruce crying on the floor it was a truly awful sight.
“The death of the boy really broke him such a shame he was so magnificent,” He turned and the man was standing behind him. “A simple warning old man I am not an enemy you want.” He was gone then leaving him alone. He silently began to go back up the stairs he knew that Bruce would never forgive him for intruding on such a personal moment. He was worried for the first time that this would be the death that broke Batman once and for all.
To be continued
REVIEW HERE
