A/N: I put these Lyrics in here because I've seen other people do it and the song fits. I thought it was not creative enough to just put BREAK LINE when I changed scenes.
P.S. I have a wide variety in tastes of music. This song is called 'New Divide' and is by 'Linkin Park'. It's a Rock song. I left the chorus out until the end and used mostly just the bridges.
This story, in my opinion, is not as good as 'Genuine Genius', but I think it's alright. I worked hard on it and can only hope that you guys, and girls, like it. Please read it and tell me what you think.
Chapter 1: Misconception of the Storm
I remembered black skies, the lightning all around me
I remembered each flash, as time began to blur
The thunder roared through Gotham, the lightning split the sky, and the Dark knight watched over the shadowed city. The Dark Night Sky was lit with electricity, and alive with thunder. For Batman, storms meant power, and helped him feel alive. He knew his heart still beat when the thunder vibrated in his chest. He had seen so many powerful people: Superman, Wonder-Woman, and Himself. He even saw powerful evil people: Lex Luther, the Joining, and many others. There were crazy people like Joker, and innocents as his own Robin, but everyone had personality.
But a storm, could burn houses. It could kill. But without the rain, there would be no life, no crops, no lightning to inspire fire and electricity, nothing but rocks and deserts. A storm simply was power, and for that, even the Dark Knight respected it. A storm simply was; it wasn't a whack-job, or an evil, it simply released power. To the world, storms were beautiful or unwanted. To Batman, they were energy that could be felt through the air.
The Batman was out, searching Gotham, and seeking revenge. He had a lead on his parent's killer, a lead that came up suddenly and unexpectedly. Fate was on Bruce's side tonight as he made his way to the dreaded West side. All Batman wanted to do was punch the guy in the face and leave him to rot in jail. Bruce didn't want to kill him, nor was he going to; he just wanted to feel his nose break; see his blood on the sidewalk. No, Batman didn't kill, but he was prepared to beat him down, and oh how he craved it. Unlike the storm, he felt violence.
The killer's name was Joseph Chilton. He had shot Bruce's parents when Bruce was only 10. But Bruce grew up, and now, he was the Batman! Joe was going to wish that he had never been born. All this time, Bruce, Batman, and Alfred had been looking for him. Alfred would scan the city, and Batman would check every city block. Even with his new Protégé, Batman got out and about to search for the murderer.
Gordon had tipped Batman on how there was a sighting of a long-wanted criminal in an abandon apartment building on the West side. Bruce had been waiting for a chance like this. It was sudden, meaning that good old Joe had just come back to Gotham; he must have left after that night he killed a billionaire and his wife. Bruce had waited for this long enough. He would have to thank Gordon someday.
Now, Batman kicked in the door to the apartments, and two men rushed out into the cluttered hallway from doorframes missing doors. Batman immediately knocked one out, slamming his head into a wooden beam that showed through the tears in the wallpaper that half covered the walls. The other man grabbed a metal baseball-bat, but Batman swiftly turned his motions against him, causing the metal to swing up at the man's own face. Batman then pulled the hobo's arm behind his head.
"Where is Joe Chill?!" He asked in his lowest Batman voice, the only voice that Robin would admit scared him.
"Hey, I don't know man, I only saw him a couple hours ago!"
"Then what do you know?" Batman asked, lowering his voice to be even more menacing
"I-I-I have his number in my phone!" He stated, looking like he was about to pee his pants. "That's all I've got though man, I swear!" With another quick movement, the guy was unconscious on the floor. Batman grabbed the cell phone and jumped in the Bat-mobile, disappearing into the night.
Like a startling sign, that fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserve
^Bruce's POV^
I pulled into the Bat-cave as Alfred walked out of the elevator. "Did you find anything sir?" He asked.
"I have a phone number." I connected the phone to the computer, and Alfred nodded and left, knowing that I wanted to do this alone. Now, all I had to do was making a phone call and trace it. The sweet victory was so close I could taste it!
I found the only number marked 'Joe' and sent the signal through my earpiece. I watched the computer, typing frantically, setting up for the tracing of the call. All I had to do was wait for him to pick up the…
"Hello? Man Mike, I don't have all night to talk to you, can't you do nothing right?" said a gruff voice.
"If you want Mike, you can check prison. You should see him soon enough."
"Who is this? This better not be one of those prank calls, if it is I isn't afraid to shoot kids" Chill threatened, coughing after finishing his sentence. It was a cold night out, the dead of winter. I was glad to know he was out there freezing to death. He would need one fancy jacket to keep from getting Hypothermia. Well I sure wasn't getting him anything but a nice, warm, padded jail cell.
"You better watch your back. Never be the first one to walk in a room. Stay away from windows, because the Dark Knight is coming after you. No matter what you do, I'll find you." The man on the other end stopped walking, his footsteps seizing. The sound of cars was the only sound left as the echo of footsteps panging on sidewalk seized.
"What do you want Batman?" He sneered out the last word. He was being stubborn, so hopefully he would put up a fight. No matter what though, I knew he wouldn't be hard to take down. Deep in his voice, I could tell Joe was scared. A smile crossed the Dark Knight's face. He should be afraid, very afraid.
"I want you to crawl in a hole and die." I said menacingly. I wanted him to take that seriously, even if it wasn't.
"You don't kill people though. Come on man, what did I do?" I heard doubt Joe's voice though. He knew I was mostly serious. He also knew I was ticked. Now, I had him right where I wanted him.
"You were born! The day you came into my life, it was ruined forever! I want to make you pay, and I'm going to drown you with my own hands! That nice man and that kind woman died because of you," I slammed my fist down on the desk. The tracer was narrowing down to a few city blocks. "The next time I see you; I'll wrap my hands around your throat and strangle you. You're a murderer, so you better start running now. You murdered them, and I have all the proof I need to put you in jail then break you out and kill you! Don't think for a moment that I won't." The phone call was traced, and I slammed the earpiece on the desk and turned angrily to get in the Bat-mobile.
I stopped as I saw a small eight-year-old, his blue eyes wide. He stumbled back as I reached for him, and he tripped up the stairs. Dick had been my ward for several months now, and he usually came down to train with me and go out for patrol around now.
Dick must have thought I was talking to him. My blood ran cold. He must think I hate him! But I didn't have time to talk to him. I couldn't waste time with Dick's feelings. Dick and I already caught his parent's murderer, so now I would finally catch the murderer that killed my family.
I jumped into the Bat-mobile and drove through the winding caves.
There was nothing in sight, but memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide, the ashes fell like snow
*Dick's POV*
I went down to the cave to ask Bruce if he wanted dinner brought to him and what he would like; such is the routine. I walked down the winding staircase that was behind a bookshelf, not bothering to step on every step. I came to the bottom and walked on.
"Hey Bruce, is there anything you want for dinner?"
"I want you to crawl in a hole and die." I stared at Bruce shocked. He was kidding, right? He sounded mad though, and menacing.
"What?! WH-What did I do?!" I stuttered, confusion racking my brain.
"You were born! The day you came into my life, it was ruined forever! I want to make you pay, and I'm going to drown you with my own hands! That nice man and that kind woman died because of you," He slammed his fist on the desk, looking up at the computer screen. "The next time I see you; I'll wrap my hands around your throat and strangle you. You're a murderer, so you better start running now. You murdered them, and I have all the proof I need to put you in jail then break you out and kill you! Don't think for a moment that I won't." He hit the desk again and turned; now facing me.
I saw anger, rage, and… hate. I stared at him, almost expecting him to take it back. His face hardened, and his hand lifted. I flinched away, stumbling back. He was really going to hurt me. I turned and ran up the stairs, falling and scraping my knees all the way up. I burst through the top, looking back to see that he was not following me.
It wasn't till now that I started crying, and I hugged my arms. I was still inside, in the warmth of the mansion, so it wasn't the cool winter air in the surrounding woods that chilled me. It was a stormy night, yet I was safe and warm inside by the fire. I was safe; or was I? No, it was the sudden fear and loneliness that made my marrow freeze. I was all alone now, and the mansion could no longer keep out the cold. Bruce would no longer keep me safe. This empty home didn't want me, and I may die in if I don't leave. I held my arms tighter, my nails drawing blood. Then I ran. Alfred had just walked in to see me burst past him. I ran to the front door and ran out into the mix of snow, hale, and ice cold rain.
I was all alone now. Bruce hated me, and I was always in his way. I knew I couldn't help him, especially when I couldn't even save myself from the loneliness that helped freeze my heart. I barely felt the cold of winter. I could die out here for all I care. Bruce didn't want me, and after Bruce sent me back, no one would want me. If Bruce didn't even want me, the kind hero of Gotham, than I didn't want myself either. If no one wanted me, if no one cared if I lived or died, than why should I care? A sudden thought hit me like a freight train; now I hated myself.
I wasn't going to another home, or an orphanage, or even the Juvenile Detention center. I was going to Jail. I did cause my parent's death. Bruce had just told me that he found enough evidence to through me in jail for my parent's murder. If Bruce did love me, that evidence surely made the love disperse. No, Bruce never loved me at all. If Bruce had loved me, he wouldn't have been out looking for evidence to put me in jail.
Still, I can't blame Bruce. He was looking for evidence because it was obviously there. If Bruce found the evidence, than I was right all along. It was my fault; my parents died because of me, and I had known it all along. I deserved whatever happened to me now.
I walked out of the trees that surrounded the Manor and into the Urban Jungle. The tears on my cheeks had already frozen, leaving raindrop-shaped icicles on my face. My eyelashes also had icicles dangling from them, and the tears had almost completely frozen my left eye closed already. I continued walking, and it started to rain. Once I was soaked, it hailed. The Ice hit me roughly. Some were like icicles that pierced my skin and drew blood. Others were like golf-balls, leaving bruises and giving me a headache. I would probably have a concussion, but again, I didn't care. I deserve to freeze to death.
I continued walking, my eyes shut, and a mixture of hale, snow, and rain turning me into a frozen, blind, empty kid who would walk until eventually turning into a frozen statue. The cold air froze my lungs, the air stung my skin, and every second was torture. I barely managed to open my eye and walked to a wall. I slid to the floor, allowing the cold to freeze me to the floor and wall. I hugged myself tight, already feeling my heart beat slower. Warmth came over me as my eyes closed, so I knew my blood was freezing in my veins. I saw a bright gold light behind my eyes; it was a glimpse oh the Haven where my parents were; where I would never get to go. I was never going to see anyone I loved ever again, and it hurt how much I deserved it.
I finally passed out; letting death's warmth embrace me, fear dissolving into the inability to think. My mind and soul slipped from my body without hesitation.
And the ground caved in, between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard, that I get what I deserve
BACK AT THE MANSION; TWO HOURS LATER.
Alfred was there waiting as Batman jumped out of the car and pulled his cowl off.
"I was so close, Alfred! I could have caught that lying murderer!" He looked up at Alfred who stared impassively.
"I believe that is the least of your problems right now." Alfred said emotionless, his stare solid.
"The least of my problems? Alfred, I was so close to…" his voice trailed off as Alfred and started walking away.
Alfred stopped and turned. "There is no doubt in my mind that unless Master Richard found shelter or was taken in, he is dead." Bruce stared at Alfred shocked. Bruce felt like his world had just fallen away beneath his feet. He felt his heart stop, and his knees shake. What was he talking about? Where was Dick?!
"Whatever it is you did, Master Bruce, I suggest you find Master Richard and fix it, if there is still time." Alfred stepped into the elevator, turned, and was gone.
Dick? What was wrong with him? Find him? Where is Dick?! Bruce thought. Suddenly he remembered the conversation that Dick had overheard. At least it's easy to explain. Bruce pulled his cowl back on and got back into the Bat-mobile. I just hope I can find him, he has to be okay.
Bruce started thinking, the loss of his parent's killer forgotten. How will I be able to live without Dick? I did it once, but could I ever go back? How will I be able to live with the guilt of letting him die, out in the cold, alone? And one last thing; does it all have to be about me? Dick is out there, possibly and most likely dying or dead and all I can worry about is how I will be able to live. Please Dick, just be okay!
How could I be so stupid?! Since when did revenge for the dead become more important than the life of the living? Then the life of my own son?!
Bruce drove faster, praying with all his heart that his son was safe. If someone saves him, I will offer them my life! He felt the need pressing him; he needed to save his son. The lightning split the sky again, and the thunder filled the air. For the first time, the storm, felt like a true curse. The Storm was unthinking, hovering above all and unseeing. The Storm was suddenly a power that not only had no motive, but had no restraint. Suddenly, Bruce saw the Storm through the eyes of his fear.
A/N: I think I was kind of O.O.C. for this one. Please tell me what you think!
P.S. I will have lyrics from the same song on the next chapter. This story will probably only be 2 chapters long, unless you like it and I can come up with more. School is really busy, but I'll try to post more of this story soon. Please read and review.
I am not going to put 'please review' in big letters and beg. I know you are reading this, so I don't have to get your attention with bolded font. So I'll ask simply, please review. If you don't, okay. If you do, thank you.
If you don't tell me how it is, I'll finish the story quickly and there will be less to read; if you like it and tell me you like it, I'll write more than these few chapters.
