I was bored, so i decided to write this story. Hope you enjoy :D
L.L.A.P
~Laces
Chpt.1
A plea
"Bruce."
"What?" Bruce Wayne alias, Batman, looked around. He was in a field. A plain grass field in the daytime, and he was in his night pants. "Where am I?" he demanded. A gust of wind came from behind him, and he quickly turned around.
There he saw a girl. He only saw her back, however. She was wearing a navy blue cloak that looked like it was sprinkled with stars, and the hood was down. She had long golden hair. It was brown when in the shadows, but when the sun hit it, it was pure gold.
He walked up to her, and knelt next to her. He tried, but Bruce couldn't see the girl's face. Her hair was hanging in it.
"Who are you. Where am I?" he inquired. The girl turned her head, and looked up at him. Her eyes were a strange color. It was an unnaturally bright blue with specks of purple and green in it. He also noticed that tears were streaking her face. She only looked to be fourteen, at the oldest.
"Bruce." she repeated again. Her voice sounded soft, like she was singing a lullaby. "Bruce. Help me."
"Help you? What do you need help with? Who…"
"Master Bruce." a voice echoed from the sky. He recognized it as Alfred's. The scenery surrounding Bruce started to fade away, including the girl. She grasped onto his hand and held it tightly. Bruce could feel her small hands gripping him.
"Please. Don't leave." She pleaded.
"What do you mean? Who are…"
"Master Bruce." Alfred called again, and the girl faded silently away, pleading eyes watching him as she disappeared.
Bruce then felt his eyes open. Alfred was standing over him with a grin.
"Good morning master Bruce. You must hurry or you will be late for your meeting at Wayne Industries." he explained. Bruce was still slightly disoriented, but tried to regain his bearings.
Who was that girl? What does it matter, it was just a dream. he thought to himself, and got dressed into his work suit to get to his meeting.
Before he left the Manner, Bruce yawned from the lack of sleep he's been having lately, then felt something on his hand. He looked down to his hand to feel it being tightly grasped, but saw nothing.
Just before he could try to process the feeling, a cold wind rushed through the door, and gave him the chills, making him feel alert and awake.
Bruce looked back down at his hand, but he felt nothing.
"master Bruce, is everything alright?" Alfred questioned, seeing him pause. Bruce, snapped out of his thoughts, and walked out the door after Alfred.
"I'm fine." he stated, as the wind considered to blow. He thought he heard something in the wind. A soft whistle saying,
"Bruce." However, he shook his head, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes.
Bruce was always good at waking himself up, and staying awake, but he felt fatigued and tired. That perplexed him, but he focused all of his energy trying to stay awake throughout the day.