Mirror Image
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fan fiction. The idea came from watching multiple documentaries on Batman where it was repeatedly stated that the biggest difference between Batman and his enemies is his humanity plus The Batman where he lost his memory as Batman. Therefore, well, this came up.
Chapter One:
He wakes up in a long and narrow hallway, doors filled both sides. On each door, there is an empty frame with an empty label underneath.
He can't seem to count how many doors are in this hallway.
It is strange.
Stranger than any... most of the things he has seen.
At the end of the hallway, there is something calling him, he wants to get to there. But he can't move a muscle.
Nothing can explain this, but...
He feels that the only way to get to there, is to go through all the doors according to the sequence of the numbers.
And now, he sees number one.
No one knows that the philanthropist billionaire, Prince of Gotham, has insomnia.
Why?
Whenever he sleeps, a dream haunts him.
A man, to be precise, is a psycho!
And yes, he had just woken up from such a dream.
Slimy sweats combined with heavy breathes made it worse.
When he finally finished showering, he was greeted by the old butler, who even Bruce couldn't remember when he started to work here, Alfred.
"Hey, Alfred."
"Hey, Bruce. Time to wake up."
Bruce's blue eyes are filled with confusion, "I am awake, Alfred."
"Of course you are, Master Bruce. Master Waynes are waiting for you."
"Oh, thanks. What are we having today?"
"The things you've always wanted, Master Bruce."
"Fantastic, egg muffin with bacon and cheese!"
"Just as you wished, Master Bruce."
Alfred's figure slowly faded into the darker shadow. For one moment, Bruce wondered where did all those darkness came from, then he remembered, this is a dark empty castle, with only four tenants: Bruce's father Thomas Wayne, Bruce's mother Martha Wayne, Bruce's butler Alfred, and Bruce.
What a perfect little family.