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Tomorrow's knight: prologue
Gotham City, 1997
For over forty years, a single man, a single guardian has ruled the night. A watchful protector has given us peace and safety, the Batman, the dark knight. Every villain, every enemy he's encountered he overcame.
But there is one enemy not a single man can fight nor endure, an predator that lies dormant then strikes it's hardest. Time, for time waits for no one...
"Big news in the financial world today: once again, billionaire Bruce Wayne has averted an attempted takeover of his company by Derek Powers of Powers Technology. Powers vows that he is not through yet and speculation has seen stocks in both men's companies hit all time highs."
"Still no word from kidnappers of Debuetan Bunny Vreeland, following a ransom payment of $5,000,000."
Outside, not a noise is heard as one of the guards was knocked out with a single punch. The figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing to be Batman, only in a different suit due to his old age. He steps back, and launches himself using his rocket boots to the roof.
The kidnappers finished counting the ransom money and began loading their plane. "It's all here, take "care" of her." One of them walked up to the Vreeland girl, cocked his gun, but never fired, due to a batarang slicing his hand.
"Batman, get him!" Batman landed and began fighting the goons taking on all of them at once. He threw one of them over the plane wing and fell on the leader. Batman took a breath, then cringed in pain over his failing heart.
He walked over to the girl and began un-tieing her. "Are you alright?" The only response back was a mumbling before he was hit on the head with a crow bar. He got back up, started to attack the leader but fell over in agony from pain.
The goon laughed and said "Ever since I was a kid, big, bad Batman's been life hard for guys like me." He began beating Batman with the crow bar, and stepped back before delivering the final blow. Batman looked over and saw a gun lying on the ground.
As the goon raised his arms, Batman grabbed the gun and aimed it at the leader, something he has never done before. "No, please don't!" Scared and confused, the goon ran outside the warehouse, only to be surrounded by the cops.
Batman walked out the back door, tired and injured. He pulled off the mask revealing a sixty seven year old Bruce Wayne. Realizing what he had just done, threating someone with a gun, the weapon de despised most, dropped it and walked away in shame and agony.
Wayne Manor, the Bat cave
What once was his second home, Bruce now saw a shadow of a former life, a life that had to be buried once and for all. All around him were once life achievements; a giant penny, a joker card, old villain's costumes, the Bat mobile and the Bat wing, they are now no more than museum artifacts, meaningless.
But what Bruce really saw was a mirror of himself, as he played out in his mind the events of this night over and over again. It started with a gun, and it ended with a gun. He sealed the glass case shut with the Bat suit in it, never again to be used.
Bruce walked up the stairs, looked around him one last time at the cave, then sneered in disgust. "Never again." He turned off several light switches, turning off and locking away what he had once believed in. As the clock door slammed shut, the cave was left in darkness, silence...
A/N-This is the final prologue along with the other three stories I will be publishing. It might take a while depending on the number of chapters and the stories, but I promise it Will be worth the wait.