Wayne Manor…
He had lived most of his life as a Dark Knight, a caped crusader, a nightmare to those who preyed on the helpless. He preferred to do things behind the scenes, though the media kept getting wind of his work. Then came the day he helped found the Justice League, soon many of his worldly exploits became part of the night time news. The Justice League was always there when the world needed them, but there were times when they became the enemy, all because of a few paranoid high ranking pencil pushers. Yet in the end, the Justice League always came out swinging and fully restored.
Everything had changed so rapidly, Bruce Wayne was now an old frail man, with a son to continue the legacy of the Dark Knight.
Bruce sat in his personal study; he looked out across the nightscape of Gotham. Since he retired from the league, he had made Gotham off limits to all Leaguers. The old man sat and began to brood. He had spent most of his life alone, mainly because of abandonment issues; he never really got over the death of his parents. And the sudden departure of his fiancé pushed him over the edge. His life began to look dark and sad; the only thing that kept him going was nothing. For the most part it was true, until he found love again, but it never worked out. So the Dark Knight began to retreat back to the cave and became bitter and withdrawn.
For the following years it had been the same for Bruce, go out on patrol every night, beat some poor bastard to a pulp and then return home. His playboy persona was soon lost to, which caused a great stirring of rumours and tabloids. Some claimed that Bruce had died; other's said that his horrific past had finally caught up to him, they weren't that far off. He just stopped going to parties, and soon began to turn corporate. Under his reign, Wayne Enterprises had expanded rapidly, which had also stirred up more tabloids. Everybody wondered where the playboy was, and why there was a corporate man in his place.
He really couldn't care less about his public image; he couldn't care less about being the Prince of Gotham. Why? He had found the truth about his lineage, and he was eager to make his father proud, his father was an Assassin. They said that once a person joined the Brotherhood, overtime, they will become content, they will find peace. Ironic considering what the Assassin Brotherhood normally do. Tomorrow, he would finally be able to take up that mantle; tomorrow the Prince of Gotham will be laid to rest. Tomorrow, an Assassin will rise.
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Masyaf…
Grand Master Assassin Desmond Miles sat in the very same chair that Al Mualim and Altair Ibin La Ahad, had sat in many centuries ago. He was at Masyaf, the once great fortress of the Assassins. The outside world did not "know" of the existence of Masyaf, and who would want to? Who would want to traverse through unstable mountain paths through thick blizzards or sweltering heat? The Fortress was well out of way of prying eyes. It would make sense to take up refuge in their once more. The Templar threat had finally come to an end, with the merging of Abstergo Industries to become an Assassin front. Though the world remained unchanged, the public lived their lives not knowing how close they were to becoming mindless slaves.
Many things had changed now. The Assassins had now devoted themselves to unlocking the secrets of Those Who Came Before. Desmond had already rediscovered the formula of Altair's Armour, and great many more discoveries were well underway. But probably the most shocking event after the closing of the Assassin-Templar War was the merging of the Piece of Eden and Desmond. The Artifact had granted Desmond great power, it gave him eternal youth, it gave him the ability to bend reality and it gave him great knowledge. The Apple also came with a message from Minerva.
"One of you still remains, not yet an Assassin he is, but a great warrior he is, yet a life he has not taken. Find him Desmond, and the Order will be whole, find him, and he will find peace."
"Who is he?"
"He is a descendant of Claudia Auditore, he is Bruce Wayne."
Desmond definitely did not see that one coming. The world's greatest and richest playboy was really a fighter; the playboy persona was a cover up. The Prince of Gotham was actually Batman. The two had already contacted each other; they met face to face at a conference with Desmond acting as an Abstergo Board member, a risky move but one that Assassin was willing to take. Desmond found it weird that he would be meeting someone his age, yet who looked old enough to be his great-grandfather. The Assassin could sense in the former Dark Knight much conflict, and much suffering. Bruce Wayne had already suspected of Desmind's arrival, for the Caped Crusader had stumbled upon his father's vault and uncovered two hidden blades and white ceremonial Assassin robes.
Tomorrow will be the induction of Bruce Wayne into the Assassin Order. A new path begins.
The Grand Master took one last glance at the photo on his desk, and smiled. He missed her greatly, but there was no turning back. Desmond donned his coat, straightened his tie before departing for an awaiting plane.
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Watchtower II…
Superman looked at the founding members; it was the anniversary of the founding of the League. Many of them looked much older, though not as old and frail as Bruce, they also had their children with them to continue on their legacy. Clark just had a few greys in his hair and a few wrinkles here and there, the recent death of Lois had hit him hard, but luckily his son was there to keep him sane. The three people who really hadn't changed much were Diana, J'onn and Wally. Ever since Bruce retired and became withdrawn, nothing seemed the same again. Bruce's life was sad and tragic, Clark regretted not being there more to brighten up his friend's day. Now it was too late to change the bitter man.
Diana also felt the same way, in another life maybe, Bruce and her could've had something special, but the chances of that happening were now long gone.
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This is just a teaser; next chapter will be up soon.
It's also to show you that I'm still writing.