This is my version of the beginning for Batman. A Sort of Batman Begins. I decided to do this because I wasn't all that pleased with Batman Begins. I had this idea since 2006( When I first saw BM:Begins, yeah yeah I know one year after the release.). But only now did I feel like doing it. Don't get me wrong, the movie was pretty good, but I think it was a bit too… well … old, so here is my version. I will update it whenever I can. It maybe weekly, biweekly, it depends, so If you like this prologue, do check back once in a while. The Chapters of this story will be a bit more Action, oriented and exciting. Also they will be longer. So, .. go ahead enjoy.

Prologue

Wayne Manor stood magnificently amidst the glowing sun, within it, Bruce Wayne groaned as he heard Alfred open the Curtains, letting in the annoying sunlight. After all, he had been up all night, trying his very best to make a presentable Stock Report to the investors in Wayne Tech.

"Alfred... Turn the sun off..." he muttered, subconsciously covering his head with a pillow.

The Butler looked at him with mild amusement.

"Master Bruce, it is already past twelve, and If my memory serves me, I believe that you have to go to the Board Meeting right about now.., I'm quite sure that the Investors are, anxiously awaiting to read you hideo...'very well done' report, which I 'happened' to improve a bit."

"I'll be up... gimme five mo' minutes." groaned Bruce snoring.

Alfred looked up and shook his head, rolling his eyes. This was typical Bruce Wayne behaviour. Alfred went to the Wayne Manor's splendid shiny Kitchen and returned with some Ice. Carefully he slid it into Bruce's wide open mouth. Moments later there was a loud coughing and spluttering sound. The covers flew onto the ground as Bruce Wayne awoke with a start.

"Wha.??Wha's happening?!" he stuttered spitting out the Ice in confusion. A few agonizing seconds later he realized what Alfred had done. But by this time he was already in the Kitchen, adding the final touches to Bruce's 5 star breakfast.

5:30PM

Bruce Wayne smiled as he got into his Blackish Silver Limo. He stretched out spaciously, grabbing a Cola Can from the onboard Refrigerator.

"Where to Mr. Wayne?" asked the driver without turning back.

"Umm... home Cash, home." Today was one of those days he didn't feel like going out to some night club and checking out the chicks. No, today he wanted to be alone, to savor his victory, after all, it's not every day you get the investors to pour in Millions more for an untested project... of course, he hadn't 'told' them that in so many words but... well they gave the cash anyway, and he was about 98 sure the new Nano-Suit Project would be a success.. the Alpha Version was almost finished after all...

He looked out as it started to rain and the luxurious car sped away from the Hill View Seven Star Hotel...

A few minutes later he began to feel unusually sleepy and within ten minutes he was dead to the world. He didn't feel a thing as the limo swerved sideways, straying from it's Course to the manor and banging his head against the door. The driver looked back and smiled. He then flicked a switch on a Remote and opened the back shutters. After a while he closed the shutters and opened the Glass that separated the Drivers compartment from the Passenger.

About a hour later the Limo turned into a wide Alley way and went into a open garage, with the Automatic doors closing behind it.

The driver got out of the Car and dragged the unconscious body of Bruce Wayne through a shabby looking door in the side of the Garage, leading into a small house. In the dimly lit house, four figures awaited in the shadows. They smiled sinisterly when they saw that the driver had gotten their... prey...

The house was populated only by six chairs, one table in the middle and a broken old sofa. A layer of dust covered the whole house.

The man on the right side of the house stepped into the light. He was a middle aged man, maybe in his 30's wearing a striped business suit and holding a black briefcase.

"Thomas?" he said, addressing the driver. " Kindly show out... guest to his quarters."

Thomas nodded dragging Bruce to a room in front of him. Then he proceeded to tie him up to a metal bed and gag him. Nothing was visible in the eerie darkness of the room. It smelled of dead rats, waste and a variety of other foul stenches.

Leaving Bruce to regain consciousness, he went to join the other men.

The man who had spoken before handed over the briefcase to Thomas. He opened it and stared greedily at the money within it. He nodded and exited the house through the garage, leaving behind the Limo.

A Few minutes later, the Men in the room smiled as a deafening explosion ripped through the City, only two blocks away. Only a black piece of charred plastic and a burning piece of a Chauffeurs hat remained.

One of the men took out a mobile and punched in a number.

"Sir, we have the asset. The carrier has been... dispatched."

A gruff voice came over the phone.

"Good. Now, call the 'buyer'. I'm sending you the phone number now. And you are absolutely sure that the 'carrier' didn't suspect about the Timer in the briefcase, and that he was carrying it when it went off...?"

"Yes Sir, absolutely. It went off two blocks from here. Nothing in the vicinity was left."

The phone went dead.

Moments later the Cell Beeped to indicate a SMS.

"Alright boys, let's deliver him. Get ready to move shop."

The other men nodded and fanned out in various directions, planting packages around the house and in the room.

The man with the Cell dialed the number that the 'Boss' sent him.

After a few words in French, he cut the line.

"Get Wayne. The Birchwood Park, one hour. Let's move!"

The men nodded and went into the room where Bruce was still soundly sleeping. Fifteen minutes later the four men watched as the old house burst into flames, throwing debris everywhere.

The Black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows drove on with Bruce tucked away in the trunk.

TO BE CONTiNUED….