I Do Not Own Batman or King Arthur
This One-Shot was inspired by a picture I recently saw that depicted, Flash, Martian Manhunter, Superman, Aquaman (as King Arthur), Wonder Woman, Batman, and Green Lantern as Knights of the Round table.
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Riding into the hidden cavern beneath the castle, King Arthur Pendragon began removing the black armor he had been wearing, especially the helmet to hide his identity.
There were just some things that needed to be done that he couldn't do as King, not if he wanted to keep the trust of the various nobles he had united, namely policing the nobles and ensuring they weren't terrorizing his subject, his people.
It was why he'd come up with 'The Dark Knight,' or as many referred to him as 'The Black Knight.'
As the Dark Knight, Arthur could police his nobles without them realizing that their King wasn't going to let them get away with the things they did before he united them.
"I trust everything went well?" and old voice asked from behind, and Arthur turned to see Merlin, already holding a potion in hand to heal the bruises he had received earlier.
Arthur's expression was grim as he answered, a vast difference from the happy man the kingdom saw him as. Only Merlin, the man who had practically raised him, knew the mask the King wore to the world. "Yes," he answered. "In fact I believe that this was the Dark Knight's last ride," he said, as he removed the last pieces of armor, with Merlin's help. "The only remaining dissention is being caused by my sister. Sadly I need to be King to deal with her."
Merlin smiled. "This was not the Dark Knight's, last ride," he assured Arthur. "When the people have need of him again, he will return."
Arthur smiled and placed his hand on the older man's shoulder. "Let us hope he will." And without another word, he began ascending the steps that would lead him up to his chambers.
He never noticed Merlin smile and look up to the top of the cavern.
There, hanging amongst the stalactites, was a large bat.
"He will," Merlin said, going slightly misty-eyed. "When a boy must become a King, and the people cry out injustice, The Dark Knight will rise again."
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Many years later, Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered in front of their young son Bruce. Suddenly a boy was to become 'King' of Gotham, of an international company.
And Merlin, in his guise of Alfred Pennyworth, could only watch as history repeated itself.
And a Dark Knight rose again.
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