this is my story for a post Batman inc # 8 scene the : symbol means thoughts this is my second story ever so please be nice
:enjoy:
[Goodbye Goodnight and Goodluck}
:Today i lost my son my precious boy my only son:
Bruce's looks at his sons suit in it's case
"Damian" he says to no one in particular he turns his head to look at his sons bike
:There was his bike my beautiful little angel's bike i cradled him in my arms as he died lost his life at the hands of a monster i wonder was he begging for me pleading waiting for his dad to save him:
a tear rolls down Bruce's cheek he walks up the stairs to the clock opening that leads to his batcave
Bruce walks through the halls and looks into his son's room
:Titus is crying looking for his master probably thinking ''where is he? when is he coming back?:
Bruce's walks to his son's bed he runs his hand on the bed
"Ice cold" Bruce says
Bruce walks away from the bed walks out of his son's room and into the living room he looks at a picture of Him and Damian together smiling after playing a game of baseball he was leaning down and around his son's shoulders as they both smile
He takes the picture goes to his room and lays down on the bed a tear slides down his cheek and hits the picture he holds it to his chest as he cries
:I guess for now this is goodbye goodnight and goodluck my son: