Only You
"Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
can thrill me like you do
and fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you..."
Batman broke down as he stopped the last missed call he received from Joker.
It all happened so quickly. Why did he have to make things so difficult for himself all the time?
"If he just calmed down and let me help him for once, then he might still be here.."
Bruce trailed off, staring blankly at his hands, the image of the limp body of the pale faced man was still in his mind. How he just lied there in his arms. Dead. How could he feel this way, towards someone who has only intended not only pain to him, but to others? To Gotham.
The Clown Prince of Crime, The Arch nemesis of The Dark Knight, was dead, and all he could do was sob over the badly sang song Joker sent him.
"Master Bruce?" Alfred called, gently tapping on the wooden door. His calm voice always comforted Bruce. He has always seen him as a fatherly figure since his parents died.
"Yes Alfred." Bruce replied weakly, his eyes red and sore, his nose blocked from the constant weeping. He tried to hide his deteriorating state, as the only source of light came from a small crack in the window.
"Are you OK sir? You seem to spend most of your time here in this shambles of a room." Alfred said in a concerned manner.
There was no reply. He continued.
"I know it seems strange, but ever since that deranged clown died, you have been out of sorts lately. Sir I only wish the best for you, and if you don't talk, I cant help you-."
"Look Alfred," Bruce interrupted suddenly "I know you care, but there are just some things that should just be left alone.." He trailed off going back into his numb state of depression, blankly looking at his hands.
Alfred was no fool, he knew when something was up and when he put two and two together, everything made sense, no matter how ridiculously strange and impossible it was.
"I understand, but I think there is something more to this than just 'having a bad day'. You may think no one understands what your going through, and sir, I've know you ever since you were a little boy and from where I'm standing, I have a good idea of whats going on."
"What?" Bruce looked up, surprised at his remark.
There was a slight pause in Alfred's breath but he gradually began to talk again, trying to find the right words to say.
"Your.. in love sir. A very confused emotion I know."
The room grew quiet, as what Alfred has said, started to sink in. All you could hear was the heavy breathing of Bruce.
"Love.." He murmured, trying to get used to the fact, that this is what he felt for that Crazed clown all along.
Alfred saw that this had an effect on him, which he hoped was a good thing, and left the room to leave Bruce in his dark room, deep in thought, to figure out what he was going to do next.
