Author's Note: I thought it would be cool to see inside the mind of Bruce when he was a kid. Set in terms of the Batman Begins Plot, y'know, the day he fell into the well. Bear with me, I'm not fab at writing this topic. Not very long, let me warn you! Oh yeah before I forget, I'll add in the part where they meet in the hotel after Bruce's erm Swim?And the part when Rachel asks 'Batman' who he really is.
A bold sun blazed overhead , exuding an air of joy and excitement. The rooster crowed and his eyelashes fluttered.
Bruce's POV:
Damn that stupid bird. I shall have Alfred slaughter it for a lovely thick broth! But Dad won't be too happy! I'm hungry! What's for breakfast. I rang the bell for Alfred and he rushed in with my breakfast, a delicious one indeed. A platter of sausages, finiest quality, bacon, eggs and a cup of the finest cocoa . Oh , the splendour of breakfasts. I wolfed down my breakfast and freshened up. I then proceeded to change into my clothes for the day: A blue pinstriped shirt and a pair of khaki Bermudas. Simple yet, stylish. Very me if I should say so, ahem myself.
I ran into the garden, it's lush greenery greeted me, along with the rich scents of the honeysuckle, lilies , lavender and roses that grew in there. The morning glory creeped along the wall, somehow, it made the wall seem more attractive. It looked like a beautiful tapestry, laid against the wall.Then I heard a joyful shout and somebody called my name! I spun around and saw..
Rachel's POV
The gate creaked when I gently pushed it, gaining entrance into the Waynes' garden. It was quite a marvelous sight. A fountain was right in the middle of it, carved intricately out of the purest marble. Flowers graced every corner of the garden, the scents found their way to my nose, delighting my nostrils. I know, what a peculiar way to describe me smelling it but it was quite a succinct summary.
I then spotted a little grey bush squirrel looking at me. I dug into the pocket of my frock and found a peanut. I held it out for the squirrel. It approached me cautiously, grabbed it and scrambled off. I was delighted. I then saw somebody up ahead. A ten year old like myself.
It was Bruce. My beloved neighbour, playmate and most of all friend! I called out to him and he beamed at me. I blushed and skipped over. But my foot tripped over something. Bruce rushed over to offer his assistance, much to my relief. Despite his boisterous nature he was really quite gentlemanly. I dusted myself off.I picked up the small oblong object. It was an arrowhead! It was corroded. No surprise, it looked ancient.
Bruce's POV
I saw Rachel, my friend , my BEST friend. I gestured fo rher to come over. She started to run towards me but tripped over a small object. I ran over to help her up. I then saw her study the small object. It was an arrowhead! Cool! " Give it to me!' I demanded, trying to snatch it. " No! Finders keepers! " she declared stubbornly and ran off. I bounded after her . I saw her run to the greenhouse. I soon caught up with her, took the arrowhead from her and dashed off I hid behind this thick overgrown bush and hoped Rachel wouldn't find. Just then, the floor or rather, ground beneath me gave way. I let out a blood-curdling scream. I landed with a thud on the ground.
Rachel's POV:
Goodness! That cheeky little boy! I found that artefact so it's mine! I tried to look for him but to no avail then I heard him scream loudly. I followed the source of the scream….to see that Bruce had fallen into an old well. I told him to hang in there and ran to get Mr Wayne.
Bruce's POV:
I was shrouded in darkness . The old well was cold, damp and dark. Then I heard a rustling sound. I turned to my right and saw darkness . All of a sudden, a huge army of bats swooped out of there, hurtling in my direction. My fear engulfed me, immobilizing me. I was petrified. They attacked me , much to my horror. I tried to fend them off but they wouldn't go away! I burst into tears in my futile attmpt to shoo away those blasted things. Then my dad came down and rescued my from this horrible trauma. I blacked out.
In the future when they meet at the entrance of the hotel. (Rachel and Bruce i.e)
Rachel's POV:
I was strolling into the entrance of the hotel Jonathan asked me to meet him in when I passed a guy that looked oddly like.." Bruce?" I said incredulously. HE stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face me. IT WAS HIM! He had grown a lot since we were kids. The guy had developed serious abs and he was so cute, his piercing blue eyes penetrated me and his face relaxed into a warm smile.
Bruce's POV
I had just finished my …er…swim . I was about to get into my Convertible but I heard someone call my name. A female someone, she sounded oddly familiar. I turned to face the voice. It was Rachel Dawes! My neighbour. Damn, my hormones sky rocketed when I saw her. She had matured a lot since we last met. She had grown more beautiful, elegant and a dimple graced her left cheek. I flashed her a grin and began chatting. She asked me what I was doing. She then told me this proverb," It's not who you are that matters. It's what you do that defines you." She's Rachel all right. Smart aleck but pretty all the same.
Bruce and Rachel's Thoughts: This is a new start to a very old, very beautiful friendship.
When Batman aka Bruce is about to dive into a crowd of chaos
Rachel's POV
So this is the famous Batman. He's really burly and looks oddly familiar. I asked him who he really was because he might die in this inferno of chaos that was brewing beneath us. He looked at me.
Batman aka Bruce's POV
She asked who I really was. I couldn't tell her who I was. All I said was," It's not who you are that matters. It's what you do that defines you."uce?' she whisperd, her eyes narrowed, her head tilted to one side. I looked at her, I then dived into the chaos beneath us.
Rachel's POV
All he told me was the phrase I told……" Bruce ? " I whispered quietly. Batman's eyes flickered, he the dived down into the chaos. I stood there, letting the penny drop. So…..Batman was…..Bruce Wayne.
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