Batman-Rebirth
*WARNING*
This story is not part of the regular Batman universe, while it takes elements from all Batman
sources, books, films, comics and cartoons it is not part of the regular DC Continuum. If you
take as this I hope you enjoy it. I do not own all the characters and I portray them for
pleasure only not profit. Ohh p.s. this is not Batman of the Future, just a future Batman.
One
Beginings- Part 1
Gotham City
In 30 Years Time
The permanant cloud of smog that sat above the city was moving like a living entity, swirling
and moving above the dark streets of Gotham. The lights of the buildings below sparkled liked
the stars used to above the city. From the vantage point of Wayne Manor, Dick Grayson watched
the city he used to call home.
' Dick.' came a voice behind Grayson.
Dick turned to see a silhouetted figure in the doorway leading back to the house. The figure
seemed to be sat down, but the gentle hum as the figure moved forwards showed that they were
in an electronic wheelchair. A slight smile came to Dick's lips and he turned to greet the
advancing Bruce Wayne.
'How are you, Bruce?' asked Dick, pulling up a seat from the nearby table.
A rye smile came to Bruce Wayne's craggy features. ' Better some days than others, Dick'
Dick Grayson smiled back, looking on his former mentor. The big physical man who toured the
night for many years as Batman was no more. Now there sat a man in his early sixties, his body
bearing the scars of his war on crime. His body may have gone but there was still the passion
burning in his bright blue eyes. Yeah, Dick thought, and you look great don't you Dick.
While still in exremely good shape, Dick Grayson knew he wasn't the man he used to be either.
After the death of his wife Barabara, he had carried on as Nightwing until he became Mayor of
Bludhaven. That was sixteen years ago and Dick hadn't pulled the costume on since. Shaking these
thoughts from his mind Dick refocused his efforts on Bruce.
' So did you go to the graves?' Bruce asked.
Dick nodded. He'd been to the graves at the back of Wayne Manor where some of his, and Bruce's,
past was buried. Next to the graves of Thomas and Martha Wayne there had been four more graves
dug. These contained the bodies of Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Jean Paul Valley and most recent
Tim Drake, the last man to where the Mantle of the Bat.
Bruce seemed to follow Dick's train of thought. ' Yes, it makes you wonder why we're still here.'
he said simply.
Dick nodded. ' Look at us, Bruce. Both of us older me in my fifties, you your sixties. And then Jason
and Tim dying when they were young. How long has it been since Tim died?'
Bruce knew that Dick knew the answer. It was the last time that Dick had visited the Manor, after
Tim had died fighting the madness of the man he lay next to, Jean Paul Valley. Jean Paul had let
the madness of Azrael consume him again and Tim stopped him with his life, and Jean Paul's. That was
eleven years ago. Eleven years Gotham had been without a Batman.
' So why am I here, Bruce?' Dick asked.
Bruce smiled inwardly. Despite all the years he'd known Dick, he still had that impatient streak
in him. Thirty two years hadn't changed him that much. He knew what he was going to ask Dick was
a huge favour but deep down Bruce knew Dick would help him.
' Did you travel through the city?' Bruce asked simply.
Dick nodded, his face becoming grave. ' It's like a war zone in some areas, Bruce. What's happened
out there?'
' S.E.E.D.' answered Bruce.
' What's that?'
' Super Energy Enhancing Drug. It's been on the streets of Gotham for nearly a year now. It's being
manufactured in Gotham, that much I know, but who it is I don't know.'
Dick digested this information before asking another question. ' So what is it. A drug like heroin?'
Bruce shook his head. ' It give's a rush like heroin, but it gives the user greatly enhanced strength
and endurance. Now it's running rife through the streets and the gangs are getting out of control.'
' Can't the police do anything to stop it?'
A snort left Bruce's lips. ' The police are in the pockets of the dealers, Commissioner Bullock is
helpless to control them. Hell, half the force are on it.'
' Harv Bullock's son?' asked Dick, a wide grin on his face.
' Yeah, just like his dad too.' said Bruce. ' But he's about the only honest cop on the force.'
Dick got up from his chair, looking at Gotham again. ' If I were twenty years younger Bruce I'd think
that you'd want me take up the Mantle of the Bat. Tell me it's not that Bruce.'
Bruce shook his head. ' No, Dick. Our days of climbing over rooftops are over. But your right about
this being about the Mantle of the Bat.'
Dick shook his head. ' Don't you ever tire of this, Bruce. Hasn't that damn costume caused you enough
pain over the years. It cost you lives of everyone you loved, it even cost you your legs dammit.
Moving his wheelchair closer to Dick, Bruce put a hand on Dick's arm. ' Dick, I need you. Dick, Gotham
needs you. Dick, Gotham needs Batman.'
*WARNING*
This story is not part of the regular Batman universe, while it takes elements from all Batman
sources, books, films, comics and cartoons it is not part of the regular DC Continuum. If you
take as this I hope you enjoy it. I do not own all the characters and I portray them for
pleasure only not profit. Ohh p.s. this is not Batman of the Future, just a future Batman.
One
Beginings- Part 1
Gotham City
In 30 Years Time
The permanant cloud of smog that sat above the city was moving like a living entity, swirling
and moving above the dark streets of Gotham. The lights of the buildings below sparkled liked
the stars used to above the city. From the vantage point of Wayne Manor, Dick Grayson watched
the city he used to call home.
' Dick.' came a voice behind Grayson.
Dick turned to see a silhouetted figure in the doorway leading back to the house. The figure
seemed to be sat down, but the gentle hum as the figure moved forwards showed that they were
in an electronic wheelchair. A slight smile came to Dick's lips and he turned to greet the
advancing Bruce Wayne.
'How are you, Bruce?' asked Dick, pulling up a seat from the nearby table.
A rye smile came to Bruce Wayne's craggy features. ' Better some days than others, Dick'
Dick Grayson smiled back, looking on his former mentor. The big physical man who toured the
night for many years as Batman was no more. Now there sat a man in his early sixties, his body
bearing the scars of his war on crime. His body may have gone but there was still the passion
burning in his bright blue eyes. Yeah, Dick thought, and you look great don't you Dick.
While still in exremely good shape, Dick Grayson knew he wasn't the man he used to be either.
After the death of his wife Barabara, he had carried on as Nightwing until he became Mayor of
Bludhaven. That was sixteen years ago and Dick hadn't pulled the costume on since. Shaking these
thoughts from his mind Dick refocused his efforts on Bruce.
' So did you go to the graves?' Bruce asked.
Dick nodded. He'd been to the graves at the back of Wayne Manor where some of his, and Bruce's,
past was buried. Next to the graves of Thomas and Martha Wayne there had been four more graves
dug. These contained the bodies of Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Jean Paul Valley and most recent
Tim Drake, the last man to where the Mantle of the Bat.
Bruce seemed to follow Dick's train of thought. ' Yes, it makes you wonder why we're still here.'
he said simply.
Dick nodded. ' Look at us, Bruce. Both of us older me in my fifties, you your sixties. And then Jason
and Tim dying when they were young. How long has it been since Tim died?'
Bruce knew that Dick knew the answer. It was the last time that Dick had visited the Manor, after
Tim had died fighting the madness of the man he lay next to, Jean Paul Valley. Jean Paul had let
the madness of Azrael consume him again and Tim stopped him with his life, and Jean Paul's. That was
eleven years ago. Eleven years Gotham had been without a Batman.
' So why am I here, Bruce?' Dick asked.
Bruce smiled inwardly. Despite all the years he'd known Dick, he still had that impatient streak
in him. Thirty two years hadn't changed him that much. He knew what he was going to ask Dick was
a huge favour but deep down Bruce knew Dick would help him.
' Did you travel through the city?' Bruce asked simply.
Dick nodded, his face becoming grave. ' It's like a war zone in some areas, Bruce. What's happened
out there?'
' S.E.E.D.' answered Bruce.
' What's that?'
' Super Energy Enhancing Drug. It's been on the streets of Gotham for nearly a year now. It's being
manufactured in Gotham, that much I know, but who it is I don't know.'
Dick digested this information before asking another question. ' So what is it. A drug like heroin?'
Bruce shook his head. ' It give's a rush like heroin, but it gives the user greatly enhanced strength
and endurance. Now it's running rife through the streets and the gangs are getting out of control.'
' Can't the police do anything to stop it?'
A snort left Bruce's lips. ' The police are in the pockets of the dealers, Commissioner Bullock is
helpless to control them. Hell, half the force are on it.'
' Harv Bullock's son?' asked Dick, a wide grin on his face.
' Yeah, just like his dad too.' said Bruce. ' But he's about the only honest cop on the force.'
Dick got up from his chair, looking at Gotham again. ' If I were twenty years younger Bruce I'd think
that you'd want me take up the Mantle of the Bat. Tell me it's not that Bruce.'
Bruce shook his head. ' No, Dick. Our days of climbing over rooftops are over. But your right about
this being about the Mantle of the Bat.'
Dick shook his head. ' Don't you ever tire of this, Bruce. Hasn't that damn costume caused you enough
pain over the years. It cost you lives of everyone you loved, it even cost you your legs dammit.
Moving his wheelchair closer to Dick, Bruce put a hand on Dick's arm. ' Dick, I need you. Dick, Gotham
needs you. Dick, Gotham needs Batman.'