The Bat, The Cat and a whole lot of Scars

Hi so this is my first Fanfic, i'm not going to spoil anything about my story but i'm writing out of the current story line mainly cause the season finale kind threw a curve ball on us all. Anyway this will be taking place somewhere in season 4. Its a Bat/Cat story that will include almost all of the other great characters which I'm hoping will be gripping and fun, feel free to give me feedback and ideas. Also sorry ahead of time I'm really dyslexic so if anything is spelt wrong tell me and I will fix it just don't expect 100% perfection with grammar and spelling.

Bruce

Bruce was in the conservatory just finishing through his daily work out, sweating and panting he had worn himself out with his normal jog and was finishing off by going through mixed martial art moves on a tattered punching bag. Keeping his guard up he and focusing on the center of the bag he suddenly stopped sensing the sudden arrival of Alfred walking through the kitchen to join him. He turned to him keeping his head raised high as always.

"Master B, once again you have managed to lose track of time. As now it is six o'clock and since you have already made an appointment at eight may I suggest a hot shower and a fresh pair of clothes." He said in his normal sarcastic manner mainly to make fun of the reasoning behind Bruce appointment.

Bruce smirked while unwrapping his knuckles from the know brownish looking rags he had used. "Thank you Alfred, can you please prepare my clothing for this evening I'm thinking black waist coat?"

"Superb choice Master Wayne, as if you had any other colors to select." The older man said in continuing with his sarcastic manner.

"Please Alfred, I have grey and dark blue." Bruce laughed. As he began to head towards his room. Making his way upstairs and down the living bed room quarters of the mansion he entered the second room before the master. He began taking his training gear off looking in the mirror he saw bruises and scars he had gathered during his late night fight club involving him and Gothams underworld.

He looked at the scars with sorrowful eyes not because he hated them or even wish he didn't have them. No he looked at them with sorrowful has he imagined what his mother would say seeing them. That thought shocked Bruce as he remembered back to when he was about six years old, he had just finished his lessons for the day and was heading along the old cobbled path of the manors garden to go play in the pool while the sun still shined. He could vividly remember tripping and trying to stop himself from falling by putting his arms out, this lead to him grazing down both his arms. He didn't quite know how he got back to the manor but he remembers his mum sitting him on the kitchen counter and fussing about how she wished there would be no scars from the accident. In a sudden sad thought he said to himself, "Guess that wish never came true." As he wondered if she would be angry at him for accumulating so many.

Bruce tried his best not to think of his parents or there untimely demise. He thought that was best left between him and his nightmares, you could say it takes four long years to grieve but truth is you can grieve all you want doesn't mean it helps. You can tell yourself I'm ok and its going to be ok, but he knew lying to himself only helps when your awake. Bruce took one final glare at his scars before he entered the shower.

Once he had showered he re entered his room from the off suite to see fresh clothes laid out for him, not even turning to the mirror he quickly threw his clothes on, It was a clean black shirt and a black waistcoat with simple black jeans. He wasn't sure why he thought waist coat but he thought he looked cool and presentable in his normal geeky way. Before he left his room he took a second to smile to himself something he had picked up to reassure himself that he was ok. As he left he went to say goodnight to Alfred before picking up the keys to his car that Alfred had bought him for his birthday.

Setting off for the city he began to see the skyline that had captured his heart so many nights ago being winter time the lights where bright and shining capturing the golden glow beautifully in its serene and quiet state. Thinking of beauty brought him back to the reason why he was driving to Gotham at this hour, he couldnt stop thinking about what she would be wearing. He imagined her in her usual leather jacket which he loved, not because there was somthing very defining about but in its simplicty it suited her strong persona she always tried to give off. Without noticing he had arrived in gotham and was making his way down main street towards the narrows for there normal meet up. He had always felt out of place when he began driving down the narrows, most people in the narrows didnt own cars never mind drive so when a car like Bruces drives down the street most people instantly think he is a pimp or worse one of penguins head men looking for hired muscle. Pulling up behind the building about ten past eight he quickly head up the ladder he was so use to climbing.

Reaching the the top of the apartment building he smiled seeing a familer shape feeding the exicted pigeons, she was crouched down and smiling as the pigeons fussed over who got fed first. She was facing away from the entrance as her head raised up in acknowledgement of his presence. She moved her thin pale arms to fix her hair before standing up and turning to the young man stood before her. Bruce gasped for a second seeing her, annoyed a bit to himself for his horrible guessing work on what she would be wearing. She was in fine black dress with laced sleeves, he hair was tied up for once with a red ribbon and her shoes made her look taller than normal.

Interupting his speechless stare selina smiled and said "Your late, what will Alfred say about your poor bachelor skills."

Bruce broken from his trance laughed at her teasing and said in a playful way "Well it's only quater past eight, meaning im not horribly late simply fashionble."

"Yeah cause Bruce wayne knows the first thing about fashion, thats why his wardrobe is all in one shade" She continued to tease.

Bruce and her began to laugh in unison, when suddenly bruce though to himself in his normal strange way. 'Does everyone in gotham know i only look good in black and dark colours'. Once they had stopped laughing they both sat on the edge of the apartment looking out across the Gotham lights when sudddnely they found themselves with there arms interlocked when selina came in close to Bruce.

Selina smiled and whispered in Bruces ear. "I'll never walk away from you."

With that final word Bruce thought that maybe his Mum would'nt mind him getting few scars on the way to great moments like these.

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Jumping down off a truck the young man took a deep breath of the Gotham smog, smiling to himself and taking it all in he smiled. His hair was long and shaved on one side and he wore a bikers jacket over torn and worn down clothes, turning to a group of street kids behind him took in another breath before bellowing across the Gotham river.

"It's good to back in Gotham, Sweet sweet Gotham"