Hello fanfiction world! So, just watched 'Batman Begins' and fell in love with it! My fanfiction wheels started turning and I came up with this.
P.S. First scene based off scene in the movie :)
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Chapter One
The rain poured down on Gotham City, smoke rising from the alleys, people scurrying down the streets, arms wrapped around themselves. The rich side of town didn't look so dreary, the lights making every building look like there was a party inside, fancy cars slicing down the streets. Two different types of people: The rich people and the poor people. Most of them stayed on their side of the island, but a certain Bruce Wayne stood right in between - literary.
Bruce stood on the bridge that lead to the poorer side of Gotham. His Batman mask kept most of his face protected from the rain, as did his suit. He looked up at the rich side of Gotham. He longed to be over there, with people that thought Bruce Wayne was the best thing that every happened to them. Where he almost belonged.
But, Batman couldn't be seen over there.
The people of Gotham thought they didn't need Batman anymore, because he was nothing more then a man. The people thought they could take care of themselves and didn't want help from Batman anymore. Even though they thought they didn't need him, Bruce thought differently. Because of his position in Gotham City, Bruce supported Batman as much as he could. Some people still believe in Batman, but most didn't.
Bruce sighed and jumped off the bridge, activating his gloves. He flew above the houses, hearing a few screams and people yelling as he went. There had been rumors of illegal experiments in this part of Gotham. Bruce only knew the experiments had to do with humans. Many people had been reported missing, or found dead. Bruce shook his head; what were people thinking now a days?
He landed in an alleyway, where the person conducting the experiments was suppose to live. He looked up. There was a small porch like thing and a window next to it. Using his grappler, he climbed the stone wall to the window. Bruce extended his neck to see into the small, ratty apartment. It was dark, no movement, nothing. Bruce sighed. An empty apartment, probably. Bruce looked back inside. Bruce heard a door slammed and he quickly looked at the porch. A girl appeared, maybe fifteen or so. She leaned up against the railing, staring out into the alley. Inside her house, there was shouts, children crying. She squeezed her eyes shut, like she was trying not to listen.
Bruce leaned away from the building, to get a better look. The girls turned her head and looked him right in the eyes. A small smiled spread across your face. "You're Batman, aren't you?" Bruce didn't answer; it would be out of character if he did. "A lot people think they don't need you anymore," She continued, "But I'm not one of you. I don't think anyone could help the people of Gotham like you can." Bruce raised and eyebrow under his mask. No Gotham citizen had every said so much to him, unless he was saving them.
The girl sighed. "Not that it really important the you knew that, I just wanted you to know some people of Gotham are still on your side." Inside the house, someone screamed "Selene! Where are you!" The girl turned her head and Bruce quickly dropped back into the alleyway. From the floor of the alleyway, he saw her look back to find Batman had disappeared. She sighed and went into her house.
Bruce took a deep breath before he started his return journey home. To tell the truth, he hadn't done much research on the illegal experiments, but once he thought he had something, he was off. All Bruce really wanted to do was get out of the house. For months, Bruce had stayed locked away in his house. Bruce sighed as his home came into view. Back to being locked away again. He went down to his lair, took off his Batman suit, and went to his room. He sighed and stared at the ceiling. What does a hero do when his people say they don't want him anymore? Does he disappear? Fake his death? Or does he keep trying to get the people to see they do need him? Bruce didn't remember how long he stared at the ceiling thinking, but when he shut his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.
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Bruce woke up as Alfred opened the curtains in his room. Bruce groaned and buried his head in his pillow. Alfred chuckled.
"Up late last night, Master Wayne?" Alfred asked, carrying a breakfast tray to the bedside table.
"How did you guess?" Bruce asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Alfred smiled.
"You also sleep in late when you are out on a assignment," Alfred replied as Bruce dragged himself out of bed. "What was your assignment?"
Bruce rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Nothing much. I was on a hunch and I found nothing." Bruce stood before he fell forward and started doing push-ups, his daily routine.
Alfred shrugged. "You can't always help everyone," Alfred said as he reached for a newspaper, "But, you could have helped with this." Alfred tossed the newspaper next to Bruce, and Bruce froze. On the front page was a picture of a warehouse, fires consuming it. Bruce grabbed the newspaper and read it greedily.
Fire Burns Down Warehouse and Nearly Kills Girl
It was reported last night that a fire consumed a warehouse. After the fireman extinguished the fire, a girl was found in the mist of it. She was not hurt, but had no memory of how she got there. She was taken away to a Gotham Orphanage (Pg. 8).
That was all Bruce needed. He flipped the page 8, where a photo of a girl stepping into a police car was placed. Bruce studied the girl: Dark hair, short, thin and slightly muscular. She looked familiar, very familiar. It took Bruce only a moment to realize who she was:
The girl that had talked to him only the night before.
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Yes, I know, short and slightly boring. But believe me, I am going somewhere with this.
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