Batman: The Dawn Has Come

by Locotaco14

The time has come. No. More. Hiding. Now, is the time to act. The storm comes. This is only the beginning. As the rain falls, I shall rise. I waited patiently for this moment. Watched, simply watched. On this day, we will finally come face to face, and on this day one of us shall fall, as the rain does. In the end, you'll realize, it has always been about you and I, and our deaths.

Batman

Preview

The rains had finally come to Gotham. After a long, dry summer, it was welcomed with open arms. Even though it was late at night most of the Gothamites had left their homes to wonder through the brisk cold. Some danced, the additional played and laughed, others simply rejoiced by holding their faces to the sky and bringing their arms out wide.

But only one, in particular, was out of place from rest. He stood in North City Park, with no others around him. His entirely black clothing was all but drenched. Dress shoes, slacks, trench coat, dress shirt and fedora are what he wore. His hands stayed in his pockets, he kept his head down and faced the ground. The rain dripped off the back brim of his hat and onto his spine filling him with cold. But in this moment all he could feel was warmth.

The lightning flashed revealing his darkened face was illuminated for only a moment, his skin slightly tan, and his hair equally dark as his clothing. His hooked nose twitched with excitement, his lips stern, before slowly, ever so slowly, turning into full toothed grin. His prominent cheekbones welcomed the change as did his long sharp chin sawed back and forth, as his jaw grinded to and fro.

He lifted his hands from his pockets, starting from his sides. His arms slowly, gradually, rose up. His fingers were readied into a snapping position. Slowly still, his arms climbed. His grin grew wider. He wanted to savor this moment, the lightning before the storm. When arms reached level with shoulders, he slapped his head back. His fedora flew off his head and caught the wind then blew away. He only lingered one last moment more before clapping his bright green eyes opened and he snapped his fingers.

Simultaneously with the resounding snap, the park trees around him combusted into flame. Even in the bombardment of the rain, they still burned true, without relent. The man started to laugh, cold, maniacal. Evil. As he laughed, his skin started to melt off. But no, it was only makeup as the peachy color slid off. It revealed that his skin was actually pale as the moon underneath. His lips red as blood, the dye in his hair had run through showcasing his awesome, neon green hair.

He continued to laugh, even as he stumbled out the park, away from the inferno, from the ground the blaze merely looked wild and without reason. But from the clouded, restless sky, a bird could plainly see the burning conflagration was rigged to be in the shape of a Bat…