One Thing

by DarkKnight1213

Nothing ever seems to truly belong to the billionare play boy, Bruce Wayne. He's haunted by his father and mother every waking hour. This may be true, he learns that there are bigger problem awaitng him in the dark.

One thing

By: DarkKnight1213

Chapter One- Never mine.

On the outskirts of Gotham city lies Wayne Manor. My fathers house. I sit in my Fathers chair, thinking I should have gotten rid of it years ago but never had the guts to go through with it or it might have been that little bird in my ear. Alfred. He always says,"You need to live out your family name." I'm beginning to think that's all I am to people. A name. Just a playboy. Just a billionaire. Looking for some kicks and chicks. Not too intelligent. Just exciting enough for a story. My life belongs to the media and my name. Nothing has ever been mine. Except the monster inside of me but sometimes I can't even control that. The Batman. He is the anger and rage I keep inside. He adventures out every night when I have no recollection of it.

I lift my head up from my right hand, blinking as I look at the picture of my parents above the fire place. I narrow my eyes while images of my Mother flash through my head. Those pearls. Her screaming my Fathers name,"Thomas!!."That gun. Oh, God. That gun. A frown appears across my face. I hear my Father yelling,"Get away from her." I close my eyes then open them again. The images disappear. I look down. Everything I see in this house. My Fathers house. Is his. I feel a hint of anger, clenching my hands into fists while slamming my right hand down onto the arm rest, startling My Father figure and the little bird in my ear behind me. Alfred says in a concerned voice with a very strong British accent,"I made you dinner, Master Bruce." Dinner wasn't really dinner around here. Just soup. I say nothing for long time. He waits patiently. Like he has all the time in the world to listen to my ridiculous requests.

"I'm not hungry, Alfred."I say very bluntly and dead toned. He nods and says while turning around and walks back towards the kitchen,"Very well. I will leave some for later in the refrigerator where you can reach it or perhaps Ace is ready for some nourishment."

I can't help but smile slightly at Alfred's remark. Alfred keeps things bright in the ever growing darkness that is my world. I get up into a standing position, pulling myself up as I unclench my fists. I turn to the right and walk out of the living room and up the long stairs that seem to last forever. I reach the Master Bed Room. My Fathers bed room. My room isn't even mine. I extend my right arm out, placing my right hand around the door knob and turn it while opening it slowly to more darkness as I shut the door behind me. I walk in. Aimlessly. Not really knowing where I was going but I finally fall backwards down onto my King sized bed. My Father's king sized bed. I close my eyes to even more darkness and nightmares. I wouldn't sleep for long. My monster would speak to me. Waking me up. My night isn't even mine.